#poetryforyou - Hello Poetry

Foolish love, they say, is blind, Stumbling on hope, leaving sense behind, It gives and gives, without a care, Even when it’s left bare, stripped and unfair. But what if love were pure like a child, Unscathed by the world, open and wild? With eyes that see not flaws but dreams, And hearts that dance to endless streams? For in my love for you, I find, A foolishness that’s sweetly kind, I know not the risks, nor guard my heart, But trust in you right from the start. I love without a second thought, As a child would, love unbought, Innocent and free from fear, My heart beats loud when you are near. So let my foolish love be wise, Through childlike laughter, unguarded skies, For though the world may see it flawed, In your light, my foolish love is awed.

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Oct 19, 2024

Oct 19, 2024 at 4:13 AM UTC

mcaizehi

To A?e?u?a: A Love Like Child's Play

Foolish love, they say, is blind, Stumbling on hope, leaving sense behind, It gives and gives, without a care, Even when it’s left bare, stripped and unfair. But what if love were pure like a child, Unscathed by the world, open and wild? With eyes that see not flaws but dreams, And hearts that dance to endless streams? For in my love for you, I find, A foolishness that’s sweetly kind, I know not the risks, nor guard my heart, But trust in you right from the start. I love without a second thought, As a child would, love unbought, Innocent and free from fear, My heart beats loud when you are near. So let my foolish love be wise, Through childlike laughter, unguarded skies, For though the world may see it flawed, In your light, my foolish love is awed.

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It's now that I know, The light you used to radiate Shrouded my life in darkness The tenebrosity was split by seldom strands of light That eventually faded away.

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC

Kashish

Darkness

It's now that I know, The light you used to radiate Shrouded my life in darkness The tenebrosity was split by seldom strands of light That eventually faded away.

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I hate love songs I really do I hate those that remind me of you I hate burgers I really do I hate the mayo you put on top of my tomatoes I hate you I really do I hate that you make me miss you I hate us I really do I hate that we can never let the world know It makes me blue ...

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Jul 19, 2020

Jul 19, 2020 at 6:11 AM UTC

iparaskanav

I Hate You

I hate love songs I really do I hate those that remind me of you I hate burgers I really do I hate the mayo you put on top of my tomatoes I hate you I really do I hate that you make me miss you I hate us I really do I hate that we can never let the world know It makes me blue ...

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The story of a beautiful beam balance That decided to balance two weights Me and my pal were the unknown participants Clash of the possibility of two different fates We both were of equal pounds Yet, every day was a race to outweigh each other If only the beam would come down to my favor Hence continued a fight with no angry sounds A love for the balance that crossed all bounds Days and months of relentless grinding The beam still holds strong, but the weights are getting rusty Masochists with a false thread and a weak binding A journey to quench the beam's needs is getting the weights thirsty Enough of this, I forfeit this war that only hurts the core Weird mathematics where the addition of purity divides me more She claims that she was the victim who had to carry two weights She says"I hurled my fishing rod with no intention of fishing. It is you guys that took the bait." Ouch, you were a unique beam balance with multiple needles!!

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Jul 13, 2020

Jul 13, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC

BrighterDark

Heavy

The story of a beautiful beam balance That decided to balance two weights Me and my pal were the unknown participants Clash of the possibility of two different fates We both were of equal pounds Yet, every day was a race to outweigh each other If only the beam would come down to my favor Hence continued a fight with no angry sounds A love for the balance that crossed all bounds Days and months of relentless grinding The beam still holds strong, but the weights are getting rusty Masochists with a false thread and a weak binding A journey to quench the beam's needs is getting the weights thirsty Enough of this, I forfeit this war that only hurts the core Weird mathematics where the addition of purity divides me more She claims that she was the victim who had to carry two weights She says"I hurled my fishing rod with no intention of fishing. It is you guys that took the bait." Ouch, you were a unique beam balance with multiple needles!!

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