"aproval" poems - Hello Poetry

Upper right corner Name scripted through steady paced motion Blue development keeping her hand on track Pulse line flat, steady paced motion To articulate is to pull from within, to reach down and put names on your demons Hello my name is "tired and weak" Hello my name is "he only calls when he drinks" Hello my name is "I smoke a habit my finances can't keep afloat" Hello my name is "give me your aproval, but dont look for too long, it scares me" Hello my name is "Sunday afternoon listening" Name scripted through steady paced motion To articulate is to recognize, to acknowledge the closet door shut with bitten lip smile Pulse line flat, steady paced motion

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC

kategoldman

left handed

Upper right corner Name scripted through steady paced motion Blue development keeping her hand on track Pulse line flat, steady paced motion To articulate is to pull from within, to reach down and put names on your demons Hello my name is "tired and weak" Hello my name is "he only calls when he drinks" Hello my name is "I smoke a habit my finances can't keep afloat" Hello my name is "give me your aproval, but dont look for too long, it scares me" Hello my name is "Sunday afternoon listening" Name scripted through steady paced motion To articulate is to recognize, to acknowledge the closet door shut with bitten lip smile Pulse line flat, steady paced motion

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You need to express something. You like the power of words. You don't speak your piece/peace you write it. Seeking inner revelation Finding another side of you You seek aproval for something done well What makes. Your pen move ?. Playing peekaboo with your Id . All the above and more...... Purging...urging the demons to speak. To leave... to stay Coaxing the lid from the casket and hoping the count is on leave or Of building habitats for humanity. Vanity. Whatever daahlings. Let.it be.

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Jun 20, 2013

Jun 20, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

why do you write ?

You need to express something. You like the power of words. You don't speak your piece/peace you write it. Seeking inner revelation Finding another side of you You seek aproval for something done well What makes. Your pen move ?. Playing peekaboo with your Id . All the above and more...... Purging...urging the demons to speak. To leave... to stay Coaxing the lid from the casket and hoping the count is on leave or Of building habitats for humanity. Vanity. Whatever daahlings. Let.it be.

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Late spring when the sparrows sang again Ants make invisible trails across my legs, normally I would mind but they're moving steadily along their way. Wind blowing my hair in every direction Showing me grey I haven't really noticed before My age spots, proof that youth is fading outwards. Freshly brewed coffee from the Tim Hortons down the street. A vice if you will Something that often brings me comfort but can amp my anxiety into overdrive. I drink the coffee anyways. Strong aroma of freshly cut grass, the first cut of the season. Lilac bushes with a hint of the unmistakable scent of fresh air. Everything has sprung alive, which I am quite thankful for. Yet I feel somber. So many thoughts flow through my mind in a day, an abundance of questions and unanswered emotions. Through age and maturity has taught me that I no longer wish to seek the aproval of strangers for I need not impress anyone but myself. Yet I had hoped that growth and forgiving others had meant I too along the way would be forgiven for the actions of my former, younger self. Sitting here opening my heart to the universe, continuing to be the best I can be and to grow. Looking inward, and attempt to seek out the approval I didn't have when I was a child. I am nothing but myself.

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Jun 8, 2016

Jun 8, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC

RhetoricalCuriosity

Sequence

Late spring when the sparrows sang again Ants make invisible trails across my legs, normally I would mind but they're moving steadily along their way. Wind blowing my hair in every direction Showing me grey I haven't really noticed before My age spots, proof that youth is fading outwards. Freshly brewed coffee from the Tim Hortons down the street. A vice if you will Something that often brings me comfort but can amp my anxiety into overdrive. I drink the coffee anyways. Strong aroma of freshly cut grass, the first cut of the season. Lilac bushes with a hint of the unmistakable scent of fresh air. Everything has sprung alive, which I am quite thankful for. Yet I feel somber. So many thoughts flow through my mind in a day, an abundance of questions and unanswered emotions. Through age and maturity has taught me that I no longer wish to seek the aproval of strangers for I need not impress anyone but myself. Yet I had hoped that growth and forgiving others had meant I too along the way would be forgiven for the actions of my former, younger self. Sitting here opening my heart to the universe, continuing to be the best I can be and to grow. Looking inward, and attempt to seek out the approval I didn't have when I was a child. I am nothing but myself.

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Said the woman, with her trendy haircut, colors of the season, modern attitudes. “I’m not like the others,” wearing her tribe’s symbols, Needing aproval, Marking her skin with the same icons; like words of the same language. “My personality is unique,” yet if they all spoke at once, they would form a choir of millions Millions, searching for individuality through the same path.

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May 28, 2025

May 28, 2025 at 1:01 PM UTC

GFerreira06

“I’m Different”

Said the woman, with her trendy haircut, colors of the season, modern attitudes. “I’m not like the others,” wearing her tribe’s symbols, Needing aproval, Marking her skin with the same icons; like words of the same language. “My personality is unique,” yet if they all spoke at once, they would form a choir of millions Millions, searching for individuality through the same path.

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