#promenade - Hello Poetry

Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends ‘Tis the day to care for each other and to join hands Friendship matters, love matters Family matters, good manners matter And flowers matter too, brothers and sisters Please do not be too mad Because the sky is not blue Let’s enjoy the morning dew Please do not be too sad Let’s enjoy the cold sunny weather There’s snow here and there, but at the corner Is spring with fresh air and a bundle of flowers Friendship matters, love matters There are sparkles of fire of love in the air Let’s enjoy the season of love, peace and care ‘Tis the moment to walk happily hand in hand Together we shall stroll, together we shall stand. P.S. This poem is dedicated to the lovers of the world. Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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Jan 26, 2025

Jan 26, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

Joyous Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends ‘Tis the day to care for each other and to join hands Friendship matters, love matters Family matters, good manners matter And flowers matter too, brothers and sisters Please do not be too mad Because the sky is not blue Let’s enjoy the morning dew Please do not be too sad Let’s enjoy the cold sunny weather There’s snow here and there, but at the corner Is spring with fresh air and a bundle of flowers Friendship matters, love matters There are sparkles of fire of love in the air Let’s enjoy the season of love, peace and care ‘Tis the moment to walk happily hand in hand Together we shall stroll, together we shall stand. P.S. This poem is dedicated to the lovers of the world. Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

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Left, right, left, right Change step march Heartbeats pounding with the rhythm Count cadence count! 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 1234! Bam! Sway backwards, left, right Hold her waist Touch his hand Pleasing the hormone's rage Trembling knees Uneasy eyes Jealous heart And lustful smiles Those are dancing and here is marching Look right to the base and see his handsome face! Hey!

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Jul 15, 2016

Jul 15, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC

AndieBonifacio

COTILLION Let's Sing!

Left, right, left, right Change step march Heartbeats pounding with the rhythm Count cadence count! 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 1234! Bam! Sway backwards, left, right Hold her waist Touch his hand Pleasing the hormone's rage Trembling knees Uneasy eyes Jealous heart And lustful smiles Those are dancing and here is marching Look right to the base and see his handsome face! Hey!

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They say, in the city of dreams We only look towards the sea in the west, The open, the surreal emptiness amidst all the concrete realities. The waves recede to only come back stronger As if they are listening to our voices, While colliding against all that is brick and mortar, Spraying the fruit of a wasted effort, On the children of the promenade The bricks are here to stay, and so is the sea Both in mutual agreement to not harbour Any more than what they can take

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Jan 5, 2016

Jan 5, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC

arjun-raj

Brick & Mortar Vs. The West Sea

They say, in the city of dreams We only look towards the sea in the west, The open, the surreal emptiness amidst all the concrete realities. The waves recede to only come back stronger As if they are listening to our voices, While colliding against all that is brick and mortar, Spraying the fruit of a wasted effort, On the children of the promenade The bricks are here to stay, and so is the sea Both in mutual agreement to not harbour Any more than what they can take

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Swipe in to enter The machine said And we did we intend to do the same on a daily basis, Immerse ourselves into a fake promise called Income, stability and a preconceived notion called “life, the way it is” For once the machine, couldn’t recognise The faded lines on the thumb, Walk away, we walk away till we reach the queen’s necklace where it all began, Dreams, hope and salvation. The perfect place to revisit Decisions, choices and the way forward But we fail to look into any as we take a pause From all that is normal. To gaze at the surreal horizon Ebbed in the promenade that is home to all of us. “Swipe out to exit” Nobody says As we dwell in the possibility of a better tomorrow

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Jan 4, 2016

Jan 4, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC

arjun-raj

The Reset Promenade

Swipe in to enter The machine said And we did we intend to do the same on a daily basis, Immerse ourselves into a fake promise called Income, stability and a preconceived notion called “life, the way it is” For once the machine, couldn’t recognise The faded lines on the thumb, Walk away, we walk away till we reach the queen’s necklace where it all began, Dreams, hope and salvation. The perfect place to revisit Decisions, choices and the way forward But we fail to look into any as we take a pause From all that is normal. To gaze at the surreal horizon Ebbed in the promenade that is home to all of us. “Swipe out to exit” Nobody says As we dwell in the possibility of a better tomorrow

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Walking along the narrow track, parents shepherding ice cream kids, making way for pushchairs, making waves. The lakeside watch on ducks and swans. The nodding smiles and genteel grins, like a 50's Sunday promenade, while walking sticks wait by benches dreams die when mobiles chime.

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC

tony-luxton

The Path to Dunham Massey

Walking along the narrow track, parents shepherding ice cream kids, making way for pushchairs, making waves. The lakeside watch on ducks and swans. The nodding smiles and genteel grins, like a 50's Sunday promenade, while walking sticks wait by benches dreams die when mobiles chime.

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There I was again tonight Hoping for a chance Wearing a gown with a touch of pink Walking in front of you And yet you don't even gave me a glance Then your best friend asked for a dance While dancing, he noticed that I am looking at you He said that you would dance me later I don't want to believe But an undesirable hope ignited I am back on my sit Time check, eleven o'clock I looked up at the stars Silently praying for my last dance When you are coming near me Unfortunately, you asked my friend not me Time is running, It's already twelve midnight Just like Cinderella, I need to go home You were not my first and last but my never dance

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC

saveme

My Never Dance

There I was again tonight Hoping for a chance Wearing a gown with a touch of pink Walking in front of you And yet you don't even gave me a glance Then your best friend asked for a dance While dancing, he noticed that I am looking at you He said that you would dance me later I don't want to believe But an undesirable hope ignited I am back on my sit Time check, eleven o'clock I looked up at the stars Silently praying for my last dance When you are coming near me Unfortunately, you asked my friend not me Time is running, It's already twelve midnight Just like Cinderella, I need to go home You were not my first and last but my never dance

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The raindrops felt refreshing As they splattered gently Down my arms That loosely gripped My half-busted umbrella. My shoes splished and Splashed, Not even bothering to Avoid The puddles, Ruby red of my moccasins Dyeing the skin on my feet As the liquid Soaked in. The rainwater felt cool, But my flannel hugged me tightly, Breaking up the Onset of goosebumps. The trees and grassy lawns Illuminated a bright green, Lapping up the raindrops Thirstily into their wide mouths. With no guide, My dampened feet lead their Own way Down streets and roads, Diagonals, bobbing and Weaving Through the city limits. No fear, stomach dropping, For I knew I would find my way. Peaceful afternoon, Rain dancing down from The cloud-filled sky; I wandered deep into a Blissful promenade.

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Jun 1, 2014

Jun 1, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC

megb42290

Promenade

The raindrops felt refreshing As they splattered gently Down my arms That loosely gripped My half-busted umbrella. My shoes splished and Splashed, Not even bothering to Avoid The puddles, Ruby red of my moccasins Dyeing the skin on my feet As the liquid Soaked in. The rainwater felt cool, But my flannel hugged me tightly, Breaking up the Onset of goosebumps. The trees and grassy lawns Illuminated a bright green, Lapping up the raindrops Thirstily into their wide mouths. With no guide, My dampened feet lead their Own way Down streets and roads, Diagonals, bobbing and Weaving Through the city limits. No fear, stomach dropping, For I knew I would find my way. Peaceful afternoon, Rain dancing down from The cloud-filled sky; I wandered deep into a Blissful promenade.

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Today ,I am not abashed To be who I am, On this road of hurt To be just the way I am, I am not bashful anymore To speak for what I want, On this night of dark promenade To speak for defence I want.

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC

annie07

Voice In My Head

Today ,I am not abashed To be who I am, On this road of hurt To be just the way I am, I am not bashful anymore To speak for what I want, On this night of dark promenade To speak for defence I want.

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