#teresa - Hello Poetry

a wandering mind a caress of silence brought into the fold peaceable existence not without persecutions as is promised ghouls of the night havoc at the gates but the devils are cowards afraid of the light.

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC

nivek

as is promised

a wandering mind a caress of silence brought into the fold peaceable existence not without persecutions as is promised ghouls of the night havoc at the gates but the devils are cowards afraid of the light.

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i like it when you fall asleep in my arms while watching tv hearing your breathing slow getting shallow feeling your body relaxing softening as you shuffle reposition and mumble “baby, don’t go”

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Mar 31, 2022

Mar 31, 2022 at 10:44 PM UTC

dark-blue

don’t go

i like it when you fall asleep in my arms while watching tv hearing your breathing slow getting shallow feeling your body relaxing softening as you shuffle reposition and mumble “baby, don’t go”

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i want you inside me on top of me ******* me furiously choking me as i struggle for breath on the edge of life and death

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Mar 14, 2022

Mar 14, 2022 at 11:03 PM UTC

dark-blue

edge

i want you inside me on top of me ******* me furiously choking me as i struggle for breath on the edge of life and death

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in your arms safe and snug is the only place i find solace from a world full of dangers i feel loved cared for knowing you’ll protect me and our babies

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Mar 27, 2022

Mar 27, 2022 at 10:00 PM UTC

dark-blue

babies

in your arms safe and snug is the only place i find solace from a world full of dangers i feel loved cared for knowing you’ll protect me and our babies

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touch every feeling feels like splinters going through the hand Everytime I lay in the bed feels like the man on the cross every time you ignore me ... Something I cannot comprehend cuz I was locked up in the cell I couldn't get ahold of you..... If it was different at the time I would have been there every step you take every struggle you have to go through like Bonnie and Clyde..... Like I was Walking the Tightrope for you...... It wouldn't matter it was life and death I will take a bullet for you... If it ever come down to that point like a f****** Melody going through my skull.... Look at through my point of view...... I Walk Alone this dirt road with no cars no sounds...... Trying to find a soulmate to feel sorry for me..... Because I have my 9 Miller pistol pointed to my chin ready to pull the trigger....... It ain't no drug out there I haven't took..... Truthfully and be honest only thing it does give into my demons to make my pain worse.... Inside my head I think my family is doubting me. Because I ain't doing s*** in my life... So what is the point of living anymore if I have those problems stacked on top like dominoes........ When I was deep in my compression Because I did not have no money in my pocket..... I decided to walk in traffic to commit suicide But the cars went straight through me Like I never existed...... Like a ghost from below..... You tell me that is the only way out Can't steal from the poor man....... You can't break a man that's already been broken....... And you can't bring back the Dead...... We are all lost in this world alone...... It is two type of people in this world The people who live in the present And the people who trying to rebuild the past...... You have to pick one and this life

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC

tony-lovel9u

I guess it's a poem

touch every feeling feels like splinters going through the hand Everytime I lay in the bed feels like the man on the cross every time you ignore me ... Something I cannot comprehend cuz I was locked up in the cell I couldn't get ahold of you..... If it was different at the time I would have been there every step you take every struggle you have to go through like Bonnie and Clyde..... Like I was Walking the Tightrope for you...... It wouldn't matter it was life and death I will take a bullet for you... If it ever come down to that point like a f****** Melody going through my skull.... Look at through my point of view...... I Walk Alone this dirt road with no cars no sounds...... Trying to find a soulmate to feel sorry for me..... Because I have my 9 Miller pistol pointed to my chin ready to pull the trigger....... It ain't no drug out there I haven't took..... Truthfully and be honest only thing it does give into my demons to make my pain worse.... Inside my head I think my family is doubting me. Because I ain't doing s*** in my life... So what is the point of living anymore if I have those problems stacked on top like dominoes........ When I was deep in my compression Because I did not have no money in my pocket..... I decided to walk in traffic to commit suicide But the cars went straight through me Like I never existed...... Like a ghost from below..... You tell me that is the only way out Can't steal from the poor man....... You can't break a man that's already been broken....... And you can't bring back the Dead...... We are all lost in this world alone...... It is two type of people in this world The people who live in the present And the people who trying to rebuild the past...... You have to pick one and this life

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And that great love lingered He at 22/23 -me at 18/19. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beside me, on the left, appeared an angel in ****** form ruddy blonde he smiled the smile I was smiling our eyes moved scanningly about both sharing same soul. He was not tall neither short just like me and just perfect in manner and in form and very beautiful my twin flame soul, a G** like heaven sent real man a mad passionate lover was he just like I was in his arms.. His face was so aflame that he appeared to be one of the highest rank archangels, one who seemed to be all on fire, my ever ready honey bunny just like me by the mare sight of him; He entered swiftly as if from a parallel reality to wriing my story down, from a larger a beautiful world. Mine was a small world in shambles. My thoughts projected to his future seeing another woman in his world and I froze instead of fighting to earn his love he was really easy to win with just the simple truth of my life the spilling of my heart. He was fantastic romanticaly covert. In his hands I saw a great golden spear, and at the iron ruby tip there appeared to be a point of great fire. This He plunged into my heart several times so that it penetrated to my entrails. taking my breath away. When he pulled it out I felt that he took them with it, and left me utterly consumed by the great love of such Adam's nature and the love of G**. The pain was so severe that it made me utter several moans never felt before. The sweetness caused by this intense pain was so extreme that one cannot possibly wish it to cease, nor is one's soul content with anything but G*' loving transforming passion expressed through such a man. His kissing breath gave me life. I was all his, body heart Spirit soul all. This was not only physical but a spiritual pain, though the body had some share in it, even a considerable share a lovely ingering exstasy. ~~~~~~~ Saint Teresa describes an intensely spiritual encounter in physical, even ****** terms like I did with my lover Why me and why St Teresa? Both St Teresa and I deeply loved and our ****** lingered. We know that an important goal of Baroque art is to involve the viewer. Teresa explained her vision in this way to help to understand her extraordinary lyngering experience just like my excstasy lingered for both I fell in love with one angel man and with G** who sent him to me. ~~~~~~ After all, being visited by an Archangel and filled with the love of G** is no common event but it happens as it did to me too. Today what else to feel? when I experienced such beautiful heavenly love in a man's arms? who else but G** can fill that space? I have the love and protection of G**. because His Archangel did kiss me!. I believe what is given to us that's valuable and good is more than just a blessing it is because others sacrificed their all unselfishly for our benefit. Some people threaten lie cheat and steal to keep selfishly what they want from others for themselves enough is never enough for them, they want it all. (this isn't me.) is that love? Is that a blessing? Some of us let go of loaded good ships trains castles even because they aren't within our reach to enjoy simply as that. Even though, our loved ones have moved on they still have a space in us that rightfully lingers on forever. I accepted all that heaven sent, good along with tough through my free will or unwilling terrible decisions affecting me and everyone else. ~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba/ Copy rights. Inspired by St Teresa Sànchez who had my last name she loved G** like I loved my twin soul and G**. 04-11-2020

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Apr 12, 2020

Apr 12, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC

karijinbba

Lingering Excstasy

And that great love lingered He at 22/23 -me at 18/19. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beside me, on the left, appeared an angel in ****** form ruddy blonde he smiled the smile I was smiling our eyes moved scanningly about both sharing same soul. He was not tall neither short just like me and just perfect in manner and in form and very beautiful my twin flame soul, a G** like heaven sent real man a mad passionate lover was he just like I was in his arms.. His face was so aflame that he appeared to be one of the highest rank archangels, one who seemed to be all on fire, my ever ready honey bunny just like me by the mare sight of him; He entered swiftly as if from a parallel reality to wriing my story down, from a larger a beautiful world. Mine was a small world in shambles. My thoughts projected to his future seeing another woman in his world and I froze instead of fighting to earn his love he was really easy to win with just the simple truth of my life the spilling of my heart. He was fantastic romanticaly covert. In his hands I saw a great golden spear, and at the iron ruby tip there appeared to be a point of great fire. This He plunged into my heart several times so that it penetrated to my entrails. taking my breath away. When he pulled it out I felt that he took them with it, and left me utterly consumed by the great love of such Adam's nature and the love of G**. The pain was so severe that it made me utter several moans never felt before. The sweetness caused by this intense pain was so extreme that one cannot possibly wish it to cease, nor is one's soul content with anything but G*' loving transforming passion expressed through such a man. His kissing breath gave me life. I was all his, body heart Spirit soul all. This was not only physical but a spiritual pain, though the body had some share in it, even a considerable share a lovely ingering exstasy. ~~~~~~~ Saint Teresa describes an intensely spiritual encounter in physical, even ****** terms like I did with my lover Why me and why St Teresa? Both St Teresa and I deeply loved and our ****** lingered. We know that an important goal of Baroque art is to involve the viewer. Teresa explained her vision in this way to help to understand her extraordinary lyngering experience just like my excstasy lingered for both I fell in love with one angel man and with G** who sent him to me. ~~~~~~ After all, being visited by an Archangel and filled with the love of G** is no common event but it happens as it did to me too. Today what else to feel? when I experienced such beautiful heavenly love in a man's arms? who else but G** can fill that space? I have the love and protection of G**. because His Archangel did kiss me!. I believe what is given to us that's valuable and good is more than just a blessing it is because others sacrificed their all unselfishly for our benefit. Some people threaten lie cheat and steal to keep selfishly what they want from others for themselves enough is never enough for them, they want it all. (this isn't me.) is that love? Is that a blessing? Some of us let go of loaded good ships trains castles even because they aren't within our reach to enjoy simply as that. Even though, our loved ones have moved on they still have a space in us that rightfully lingers on forever. I accepted all that heaven sent, good along with tough through my free will or unwilling terrible decisions affecting me and everyone else. ~~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba/ Copy rights. Inspired by St Teresa Sànchez who had my last name she loved G** like I loved my twin soul and G**. 04-11-2020

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I could approach this day with complete sorrow But I am cognizant that I'm not given tomorrow So the soft pillow of Mother Teresa I will borrow To bask in until my time is finished My happiness shall never be diminished At least, not for long We can't be elated forever But we can salvage what's been severed Appreciate the remaining light you have left Everyone feels that conclave of emotional theft At its core, life is a beautiful treble clef Those who seek to destroy and bully are emotionally deaf Enough with their dreck They're only a fleck Of the universe's' massive deck of cards.

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Dec 27, 2017

Dec 27, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Soft Pillow Of Mother Teresa

I could approach this day with complete sorrow But I am cognizant that I'm not given tomorrow So the soft pillow of Mother Teresa I will borrow To bask in until my time is finished My happiness shall never be diminished At least, not for long We can't be elated forever But we can salvage what's been severed Appreciate the remaining light you have left Everyone feels that conclave of emotional theft At its core, life is a beautiful treble clef Those who seek to destroy and bully are emotionally deaf Enough with their dreck They're only a fleck Of the universe's' massive deck of cards.

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