"eesome" poems - Hello Poetry

i walked in a garden i saw roses, daisies, bougainvilleas pagoda and peonies too and somehow they reminded me of you the roses reminded me of your lips how it's so red and lovely how it curves whenever your smile along with your eyes how it separates when you laugh the daisies reminded me of your eyes how it slowly blooms beautifully in morning how lovely when it slowly closes at night how chatoyant it was when touched by light the bougainvillea reminded me of your being how you stood strong despite everything how you stayed lucent and beautiful how you let yourself bloom in many colours the pagoda reminded me of your skin how it's yellowish and eternally beautiful how smooth and soft it was how selcouth it seems in my retina the peonies reminded me of your heart how it's still exquisite despite of its fragile figure how it's still eesome even though it looks wrinkled how it stays strong and pulchritudinous walking in the garden felt serendipitious it felt like walking inside your existence and i liked it.

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC

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the pulchritude in you

i walked in a garden i saw roses, daisies, bougainvilleas pagoda and peonies too and somehow they reminded me of you the roses reminded me of your lips how it's so red and lovely how it curves whenever your smile along with your eyes how it separates when you laugh the daisies reminded me of your eyes how it slowly blooms beautifully in morning how lovely when it slowly closes at night how chatoyant it was when touched by light the bougainvillea reminded me of your being how you stood strong despite everything how you stayed lucent and beautiful how you let yourself bloom in many colours the pagoda reminded me of your skin how it's yellowish and eternally beautiful how smooth and soft it was how selcouth it seems in my retina the peonies reminded me of your heart how it's still exquisite despite of its fragile figure how it's still eesome even though it looks wrinkled how it stays strong and pulchritudinous walking in the garden felt serendipitious it felt like walking inside your existence and i liked it.

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i want you to regret everything you've loved before me and lost i want everything else besides me to lose their eesome ways everything you write aureate of me and the sillage of when i go outside without you to burn as if the sun was in your hands as all your promises will be mine mine will be yours and i will walk between these valleys with you and when this world burns apart i will follow you to the stars and despite my lustful appearence desired from your eyes to the ****** of your hips and wrists to mine i want you to be inside my minds, hold my thought's hands be in my nightmares, and stir my dreams there is no condition you've put me in so i must ask you put yourself in the same

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May 20, 2015

May 20, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC

erica9

kalon

i want you to regret everything you've loved before me and lost i want everything else besides me to lose their eesome ways everything you write aureate of me and the sillage of when i go outside without you to burn as if the sun was in your hands as all your promises will be mine mine will be yours and i will walk between these valleys with you and when this world burns apart i will follow you to the stars and despite my lustful appearence desired from your eyes to the ****** of your hips and wrists to mine i want you to be inside my minds, hold my thought's hands be in my nightmares, and stir my dreams there is no condition you've put me in so i must ask you put yourself in the same

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I cannot take a compliment. Or so I've been told. Yet I still have to accept them, like unwanted gift cards on my birthday. Compliments. They are not taken. They are given. Even if they are not needed. I've been told all my life I can't take one. Then why must you insist of giving them? I understand, I do. A close friend speaking from kind admiration is sweet. But listen. A wildflower does not need validation. It grows despite any spoken words. Dandelions require sweet nothings, The whispering kindness of desire. It takes little more than a breath to blow them over, They break underneath anything other than quiet breaths. I am a sunflower. I stand tall and proud beneath a hot sun. I grow to my own height and no one else's. I sway beneath unkind assaults, and it takes more than battering words to break me. So try to understand, I don't need your reassurances. Tell me not what I am, but what I do to you. In a world full of weeds, try to grow a little wild.

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Jan 7, 2018

Jan 7, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC

Snizzlefish

Eesome 1.5.18

I cannot take a compliment. Or so I've been told. Yet I still have to accept them, like unwanted gift cards on my birthday. Compliments. They are not taken. They are given. Even if they are not needed. I've been told all my life I can't take one. Then why must you insist of giving them? I understand, I do. A close friend speaking from kind admiration is sweet. But listen. A wildflower does not need validation. It grows despite any spoken words. Dandelions require sweet nothings, The whispering kindness of desire. It takes little more than a breath to blow them over, They break underneath anything other than quiet breaths. I am a sunflower. I stand tall and proud beneath a hot sun. I grow to my own height and no one else's. I sway beneath unkind assaults, and it takes more than battering words to break me. So try to understand, I don't need your reassurances. Tell me not what I am, but what I do to you. In a world full of weeds, try to grow a little wild.

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