"datings" poems - Hello Poetry

I have always been beckoning In the streets and classrooms, In the schools and coachings, In the soccer goals and chess games. I have always been searching, In the lonely evenings and nights, In the sunny days and afternoons, In the packed markets and parties. I have always been so very patient, In the empty Sundays and holidays, In the private moments and hours, In the public places and datings. But true love was nowhere, I searched the whole world, Then I finally had it accepted, That true love was only twice. First was when I was born, To my mother and father, Second was the rebirth, In an ICU's rebreather.

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC

Atul

I Have Always Been Beckoning

I have always been beckoning In the streets and classrooms, In the schools and coachings, In the soccer goals and chess games. I have always been searching, In the lonely evenings and nights, In the sunny days and afternoons, In the packed markets and parties. I have always been so very patient, In the empty Sundays and holidays, In the private moments and hours, In the public places and datings. But true love was nowhere, I searched the whole world, Then I finally had it accepted, That true love was only twice. First was when I was born, To my mother and father, Second was the rebirth, In an ICU's rebreather.

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under the skin, there are flames beneath the flames, our faces neongreen stars and irises explosions pamperin' the brain 10 million can't be wrong illusions become friends spoken from the edges rocks and langoliers in times of hunger, rhymeless fields grow elephants and angels trumpets, bridesmaids mind the allusions 1-800-datings in times of satisfaction, people stop moving

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Sep 21, 2020

Sep 21, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC

maxneumann

Flames Under The Skin

under the skin, there are flames beneath the flames, our faces neongreen stars and irises explosions pamperin' the brain 10 million can't be wrong illusions become friends spoken from the edges rocks and langoliers in times of hunger, rhymeless fields grow elephants and angels trumpets, bridesmaids mind the allusions 1-800-datings in times of satisfaction, people stop moving

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Lost in our sweet memories When we gave each other companies talking about our future families While having bread with mayonnaise Those stupid little baby fightings And cute midnight dinner lightings The whole of our crazy datings Has now become meaningful paintings

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC

lena-sheryl

Lost into colours

Lost in our sweet memories When we gave each other companies talking about our future families While having bread with mayonnaise Those stupid little baby fightings And cute midnight dinner lightings The whole of our crazy datings Has now become meaningful paintings

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