"diveded" poems - Hello Poetry

In purple checked dresses we are confronted Behind a piano sits ‘Miss Creak’ head of house She has one bad eye, unfixable from childhood But plays beautifully perched on an oakwood And fabric stool. This is our secondary school. On the wall above the piano is a framed print ‘Madonna of the Meadows’ by the artist Bellini I pushed a drawing of a couple intertwining Under ‘her’ door knowing she never would have But a boy may have felt affection for ‘that’ affliction. Here we all ate meals, did fashion shows and sang I was glad my dress was purple not orange or red Went better with my blue eyes and blonde hair The rest of the school diveded into coloured checks To represent Shakespearean female characters. Just opened in Wandsworth a new comprehensive Serving all abilities, behaviours and nationalities Cordelia, Beatrice, Juliet, Katharine, Portia, Rosalind, Olivia, Viola a rather unsuitable Vision for such an uptake of adolescent froth. Miss Creak was, kindly, I wish I had always been.

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Oct 22, 2018

Oct 22, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC

mary-gay-kearns

Purple Check.

In purple checked dresses we are confronted Behind a piano sits ‘Miss Creak’ head of house She has one bad eye, unfixable from childhood But plays beautifully perched on an oakwood And fabric stool. This is our secondary school. On the wall above the piano is a framed print ‘Madonna of the Meadows’ by the artist Bellini I pushed a drawing of a couple intertwining Under ‘her’ door knowing she never would have But a boy may have felt affection for ‘that’ affliction. Here we all ate meals, did fashion shows and sang I was glad my dress was purple not orange or red Went better with my blue eyes and blonde hair The rest of the school diveded into coloured checks To represent Shakespearean female characters. Just opened in Wandsworth a new comprehensive Serving all abilities, behaviours and nationalities Cordelia, Beatrice, Juliet, Katharine, Portia, Rosalind, Olivia, Viola a rather unsuitable Vision for such an uptake of adolescent froth. Miss Creak was, kindly, I wish I had always been.

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LOST Love. i commit to the submission of your love, i feel the fire burn as it hurts so good, understood your pain in the trial of miscommunication, where we bolth feel frustrated over peoples lies, giving into the sensation of negative vibes so we start to decline. leaving us diveded into two unpredictable guids. We Remain unpatient that's why we cry for tomorrows night. Tears of sarrow flow from her eyes tightning up , i barrow time hoping she don't lose our love in this traggedy of mine. but it always happens tragicly combinding colision mixed with unloyalty depicting what could of been brighter then the suns shine. but the wine she drinks makes her heart less and the blood thin, breaking free from loves clinch and so the pain starts up again, and as gone with the wind replays in this closed cage. Fate always seems to open a new door in this conflicting maze. Entering another chapter, feeling less shame everytime the next page erases a lost love exchange. Leaving the same question, maybe i was the one to blame.. then again who doesn't like to play in the rain

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC

gabriel-diamante-gonzalez

Lost Love

LOST Love. i commit to the submission of your love, i feel the fire burn as it hurts so good, understood your pain in the trial of miscommunication, where we bolth feel frustrated over peoples lies, giving into the sensation of negative vibes so we start to decline. leaving us diveded into two unpredictable guids. We Remain unpatient that's why we cry for tomorrows night. Tears of sarrow flow from her eyes tightning up , i barrow time hoping she don't lose our love in this traggedy of mine. but it always happens tragicly combinding colision mixed with unloyalty depicting what could of been brighter then the suns shine. but the wine she drinks makes her heart less and the blood thin, breaking free from loves clinch and so the pain starts up again, and as gone with the wind replays in this closed cage. Fate always seems to open a new door in this conflicting maze. Entering another chapter, feeling less shame everytime the next page erases a lost love exchange. Leaving the same question, maybe i was the one to blame.. then again who doesn't like to play in the rain

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I am me as simple as can be, I am me as sain as can be, I am me a simple soul, I am me a simple mind. Complex to see, Complex to understand, I am me a soul lost and diveded, A body crushed, A human that is unseen. I am me, Simple minded

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Jul 3, 2018

Jul 3, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC

Iljano32

I am

I am me as simple as can be, I am me as sain as can be, I am me a simple soul, I am me a simple mind. Complex to see, Complex to understand, I am me a soul lost and diveded, A body crushed, A human that is unseen. I am me, Simple minded

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