Beholded poems on Hello Poetry

Kate R Urse Feb 2017

My Sun

You are the sun
You shine brilliantly
And steal the gaze of everyone on this Earth

You give warmth, you allow beauty to be beholded
And are a beauty to behold in yourself

You, the sun, are the center of our universe,
Gravitating everything towards you

But you burn my eyes.
Your light and goodness glares into them
Blinding me at times

I attempt to wear shades, I attempt
I attempt to look away

But as soon as I do you’re reflected in a window
Your light, the sun’s light, pierces my gaze, Burning my eyes.

And yes, you are the center of our universe, my universe
But why is that a good thing?

You, the sun, get to shine and share your brilliance,
You get to make people happy

All people, except for me
I stand, with your light shining in my eyes, burning them
Blinding them, making it impossible to see anything else
Making me love the darkness of the nights.
The nights where I steal your glory temporarily as a star.
No one may notice, and no one may stay to watch,
But those nights are glorious, allowing me to glow bright, something you, the sun, taught me to do

But you soon rise from the other side of the Earth
Covering my light once again.

Did you know that stars never really disappear, you just can’t see them because of the sun?
I did.

#sun #my #r #interpretation #kate #mysun #katerurse #urse

Bows N' Arrows Nov 2015

Likestosingintheshower

Having you, holding you
Teething you, loosing you
Like I knew I would
Beholded you, breathed you
Shaking you to notice me
Your scents gone but
Your voice lingers in the
Quiet of my room when
I'm alone.
My vision came true
I lost a piece of myself to you
And where you go it goes too
You're like my cat I can't
Replace and
I know I'll never know
The sensation of
You again only the dysphoria
Of your absence still...

Asominate Mar 2020

Sentience Part 29 (Start)

Start from scratch
Blood's meant for bleeding
A fresh start tainted
By a stain for meaning
Beholded beauty
In imperfections, an art
Built up through destruction
We end without a start

#sentience #story #series #human #asominate #life #start

Saanvi Chhetri 7d

Untitled

A boy with a guitar in his hand
Doesn't sing for money or a band
He sings for himself, for town, for world
For love, for hate, or maybe a girl

When I saw you for the "first time" I still remember that innocent smile, I was just a teenager. Rude yet kind, with an ounce of hope and prayers "in my mind."

I am missing "the sound of my heart beating with delight, when I saw you in the shadey light walking across the lake with the bouquet of lilies while I was beholded by just the presence of thee."

"It was never about the outline nor about the view. It was always about the soul and forever about you."

He hummed as if the sea found its waves
He expressed as if a soul found its face
He waved the strings as if to tell how flowers bloomed
Or to dress up for someone groomed and perfumed

The words he sang, recited, or spoke
Had an essence of love, of fear, of hope
The love for the first talk and fear for the last glimpse
And hope that still lies silenced in the speaker's lips

He continued to sing and tried to answer
The whys that the listener demanded Who ?....
Maybe also cried "when I saw you die
I just wanna close my eyes and remember ,whom I said to wait"

With the scar in his hand
The boy said when the last notes arrived
Listeners were spellbound with love
And all the beings learnt to adore their beloved

It may be a flower or just a petal
It may be a magazine or a piece of letter
But all that matters are the feelings true
And there may be a someone which will evoke the guitar boy hidden in you

Poetic love ✨🤍

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