"eleanor" poems - Hello Poetry

I thought I forgot you I thought I long had you buried Deep in my memory. I thought you could no longer haunt me Like you used to do so often. I thought I got over you Until your eyes met mine today, Once or twice at most and that was about it. I couldn't look at you, I couldn't look at you without bursting into tears, So I burst into laughter instead. And I suppose that you saw through my fake act. Anyway... You were there in your corner, There in your pedestal, There in your elegance Drawing something dangerously beautiful And you were beautifully dangerous. And I, I could only watch you from a distance And learn to admire you Without touching you, Without kissing you, Or ******* you. We exchanged a conversation About random things You know, like How it took me about an hour To take a proper picture of the cat you gave me, How it tragically died, How I didn't cry when it died... But I actually did cry when it died... You looked all right, seriously. There in your peaceful world That I no longer was part of. There in your artistic mind, There in your capacity to forget, There in your tendency to break promises, There in the awful effect you always have on me. So you said goodbye Because you had something to go back to. I said goodbye Even though I had nothing to go back to. We parted ways once again, Me with your drawing pencil in my bag And you, you my dear, with a piece of me Inside your pocket. I remember you once said forever, but you only lied. I went home, I went home and cried. -- Eleanor

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

A Drawing Pencil And A Piece Of Me

I thought I forgot you I thought I long had you buried Deep in my memory. I thought you could no longer haunt me Like you used to do so often. I thought I got over you Until your eyes met mine today, Once or twice at most and that was about it. I couldn't look at you, I couldn't look at you without bursting into tears, So I burst into laughter instead. And I suppose that you saw through my fake act. Anyway... You were there in your corner, There in your pedestal, There in your elegance Drawing something dangerously beautiful And you were beautifully dangerous. And I, I could only watch you from a distance And learn to admire you Without touching you, Without kissing you, Or ******* you. We exchanged a conversation About random things You know, like How it took me about an hour To take a proper picture of the cat you gave me, How it tragically died, How I didn't cry when it died... But I actually did cry when it died... You looked all right, seriously. There in your peaceful world That I no longer was part of. There in your artistic mind, There in your capacity to forget, There in your tendency to break promises, There in the awful effect you always have on me. So you said goodbye Because you had something to go back to. I said goodbye Even though I had nothing to go back to. We parted ways once again, Me with your drawing pencil in my bag And you, you my dear, with a piece of me Inside your pocket. I remember you once said forever, but you only lied. I went home, I went home and cried. -- Eleanor

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I sailed you Like an ocean. And you were As blue, As deep, As dangerous. — Eleanor

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

Like an Ocean

I sailed you Like an ocean. And you were As blue, As deep, As dangerous. — Eleanor

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She was an art, but she wasn't the type you'd find in museums or the type that would make you feel profound things in your chest. She was an art tucked in hidden pockets of a faded yellow dress. She was an art, slowly sketching herself out of existence.

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Aug 8, 2019

Aug 8, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC

femininedeath

eleanor

She was an art, but she wasn't the type you'd find in museums or the type that would make you feel profound things in your chest. She was an art tucked in hidden pockets of a faded yellow dress. She was an art, slowly sketching herself out of existence.

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You looked me in the eye With the same smile you gave me A long time ago. You let me order your coffee for you I knew which one It's still the same From a long time ago. I laughed about the jokes you told me You laughed at how unfunny Mine were And you playfully hit me I frowned, you laughed, I laughed, you laughed again And said sorry Just like you did A long time ago. The worst of it all Was that when your hand Accidentally brushed mine I shivered Just like I did A long long time ago. -- Eleanor

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

A Long Time Ago

You looked me in the eye With the same smile you gave me A long time ago. You let me order your coffee for you I knew which one It's still the same From a long time ago. I laughed about the jokes you told me You laughed at how unfunny Mine were And you playfully hit me I frowned, you laughed, I laughed, you laughed again And said sorry Just like you did A long time ago. The worst of it all Was that when your hand Accidentally brushed mine I shivered Just like I did A long long time ago. -- Eleanor

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I looked at you The way an artist Would look at a naked woman. Your bottom lip was designed For kissing, Your hands for crafting, And there was a picture in every moment I have shared with you. I saw that we fit together So very perfectly, But the subjective camera Was only me. --Eleanor

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

Subjective Camera

I looked at you The way an artist Would look at a naked woman. Your bottom lip was designed For kissing, Your hands for crafting, And there was a picture in every moment I have shared with you. I saw that we fit together So very perfectly, But the subjective camera Was only me. --Eleanor

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I can't sleep tonight; I am longing for a message. --Eleanor

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

A Message

I can't sleep tonight; I am longing for a message. --Eleanor

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I can't sing, Or play the piano. I can't draw Like you do. But I love you. -- Eleanor

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC

EleanorRigby

I Can't Sing

I can't sing, Or play the piano. I can't draw Like you do. But I love you. -- Eleanor

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I totally adore How you blend in the crowd But when we're alone You become you. -- Eleanor

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Sep 3, 2015

Sep 3, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC

EleanorRigby

Psychopath

I totally adore How you blend in the crowd But when we're alone You become you. -- Eleanor

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I gave you the key to my heart Even though the door was already Open for you. I was naked and vulnerable Before your eyes And I was fully dressed. I was yours And you weren't mine. --Eleanor

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

Naked and Vulnerable

I gave you the key to my heart Even though the door was already Open for you. I was naked and vulnerable Before your eyes And I was fully dressed. I was yours And you weren't mine. --Eleanor

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* * Amazing Grace Respect Eleanor Rugby That House That Jack Built Here We Go Again A Change Is Gonna Come Freeway of Love Rolling In The Deep Angel Never Grow Old (I) Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) Love Me Right I Say A Little Prayer Natural Woman * *

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

Queen Of Soul

* * Amazing Grace Respect Eleanor Rugby That House That Jack Built Here We Go Again A Change Is Gonna Come Freeway of Love Rolling In The Deep Angel Never Grow Old (I) Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) Love Me Right I Say A Little Prayer Natural Woman * *

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You pushed me off of a boat And watched me. You watched me drown. - Eleanor

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May 20, 2015

May 20, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC

EleanorRigby

Drown

You pushed me off of a boat And watched me. You watched me drown. - Eleanor

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A secret society founded as a dark, heavy rainstorm loomed menacingly one night in November of 1888 over Boston University; Sarah Ida Shaw, Eleanor Dorcas Pond, Isabel Morgan Breed & Florence Isabelle Stewart sneaking in their nightgowns into the dusty attic where Florence swore she had seen three black cats sitting in the rocking chairs talking; to humor their friend, the others followed her up into the dark attic: meaning only to frighten Florence, Eleanor pulled a kitchen knife; the uncomprehending Isabel & Sarah forcing the terrified [so they thought] Florence to her knees; while there, eating the ***** of the knife-wielding Eleanor, who raising her stiff nightgown told the others to do likewise until they all were satisfied, shouting - meow meow meow meow - old lady Murphy hollering up the attic steps: 'who's up there?' the three girl giggling their little heads off running past her down the stairs; Florence nearly tripping, coming down a few moments later, also grinning but silently to herself. 'what are u girls doing up there?' - 'playing w/ the cats,' said Flo, slipping past her; 'Cats! Cats!' shouted the old witch, rushing up the stairs raising her broom [from that evening Delta Delta Delta (ΔΔΔ) has met to lick talking black cats in secret college sorority rituals]

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC

johnny-noiπ

Delta Delta Delta (ΔΔΔ)

A secret society founded as a dark, heavy rainstorm loomed menacingly one night in November of 1888 over Boston University; Sarah Ida Shaw, Eleanor Dorcas Pond, Isabel Morgan Breed & Florence Isabelle Stewart sneaking in their nightgowns into the dusty attic where Florence swore she had seen three black cats sitting in the rocking chairs talking; to humor their friend, the others followed her up into the dark attic: meaning only to frighten Florence, Eleanor pulled a kitchen knife; the uncomprehending Isabel & Sarah forcing the terrified [so they thought] Florence to her knees; while there, eating the ***** of the knife-wielding Eleanor, who raising her stiff nightgown told the others to do likewise until they all were satisfied, shouting - meow meow meow meow - old lady Murphy hollering up the attic steps: 'who's up there?' the three girl giggling their little heads off running past her down the stairs; Florence nearly tripping, coming down a few moments later, also grinning but silently to herself. 'what are u girls doing up there?' - 'playing w/ the cats,' said Flo, slipping past her; 'Cats! Cats!' shouted the old witch, rushing up the stairs raising her broom [from that evening Delta Delta Delta (ΔΔΔ) has met to lick talking black cats in secret college sorority rituals]

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I look up to a pale blue sky With apologetic eyes And a heart so very filled With dim. Take me back To the empty box I was Before I began feeding myself Gin and jokes of grim. God, please wash me off my sin, Or take this foolish thick layer Of skin. -- Eleanor

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC

EleanorRigby

Gin

I look up to a pale blue sky With apologetic eyes And a heart so very filled With dim. Take me back To the empty box I was Before I began feeding myself Gin and jokes of grim. God, please wash me off my sin, Or take this foolish thick layer Of skin. -- Eleanor

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The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a book and my mouth wide, ready to tell you a story or two. I have come to remind you, all of you: Alice, Samuel, Kurt, Eleanor, Jane, Brian, Maryel, all of you draw near. Alice, at fifty-six do you remember? Do you remember when you were read to as a child? Samuel, at twenty-two have you forgotten? Forgotten the ten P.M. dreams where the wicked king went up in smoke? Are you comatose? Are you undersea? Attention, my dears, let me present to you this boy. He is sixteen and he wants some answers. He is each of us. I mean you. I mean me. It is not enough to read Hesse and drink clam chowder we must have the answers. The boy has found a gold key and he is looking for what it will open. This boy! Upon finding a string he would look for a harp. Therefore he holds the key tightly. Its secrets whimper like a dog in heat. He turns the key. Presto! It opens this book of odd tales which transform the Brothers Grimm. Transform? As if an enlarged paper clip could be a piece of sculpture. (And it could.)

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4k

Anne Sexton

The Gold Key

The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a book and my mouth wide, ready to tell you a story or two. I have come to remind you, all of you: Alice, Samuel, Kurt, Eleanor, Jane, Brian, Maryel, all of you draw near. Alice, at fifty-six do you remember? Do you remember when you were read to as a child? Samuel, at twenty-two have you forgotten? Forgotten the ten P.M. dreams where the wicked king went up in smoke? Are you comatose? Are you undersea? Attention, my dears, let me present to you this boy. He is sixteen and he wants some answers. He is each of us. I mean you. I mean me. It is not enough to read Hesse and drink clam chowder we must have the answers. The boy has found a gold key and he is looking for what it will open. This boy! Upon finding a string he would look for a harp. Therefore he holds the key tightly. Its secrets whimper like a dog in heat. He turns the key. Presto! It opens this book of odd tales which transform the Brothers Grimm. Transform? As if an enlarged paper clip could be a piece of sculpture. (And it could.)

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“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt May mga gabi na puno ng lumbay kung saan mapapait at puno ng lungkot ang mga ala-alang hatid nito. Madalas na hindi ka nito pinapatulog. May mga umaga naman na nagpapagunita sa mga dalita at mabibigat na salita. Minsan kahit sa init ng katanghalian ay nararamdaman mo ang matinding lamig – ang panlalamig na dulot ng takot, takot na harapin ang kawalang katiyakan ng bukas na darating. Malaya kaba’ng talaga o baka naman nakatago lang ang iyong mga tanikala? Bumabangon sa umaga’t naghahanda para pumasok sa opisina na isa ring selda. Kumakain pero walang nalalasahan, tumatawa nga pero ang totoo ay nalulungkot, nabubuhay pero talo pa ang isang bangkay pagkat walang kabuhay-buhay. Nakikipagtalik ang katawan na hindi marunong tumangkilik. Paano nga ba ang mabuhay nang wasto at hustong-husto? Yung puno ng pag-ibig at walang ligalig na sadyang matatag katulad sa isang kamalig. Nadidinig mo pa ba ang huni ng kuliglig sa ‘twing sasapit ang hapon? Ang buhay ng tao ay sadyang maligalig. Ang panaghoy ng mga walang kayang lumaban sa dagok ng malupit na kapalaran ay laging naririnig sa ‘twing kumakagat ang dilim. Hindi lang minamasdan ang mga bulaklak, kailangan mo rin itong samyuin para mo mapahalagahan. Paano mo malalaman ang lalim ng dagat kung hindi mo ito sisisirin at ano’ng saysay ng taas ng bundok kung hindi mo ito aakyatin? Hindi sapat na sabihin na s’ya ay iyong iniibig, kailangan mo rin s’yang yakapin at halikan. Ganito mo dapat na ipagdiwang ang buhay. Pero hindi ito magawa ng isang tulad mo na alipin ng takot at sama ng loob. Kailangan kumawala ka sa anino ng nakaraan at ‘wag mabuhay sa hinaharap. ‘Hwag kang makipagtalik sa multo ng nakaraan dahil hindi ka lalabasan, puro luha lang ang tiyak na papatak sa iyong mga mata. Maging makasaysayan at makabuluhan ito ang dapat na maging layunin. Kalimutan ang kabiguan at maging masigasig, yakapin sa’yong bisig ang ngayon. Hawiin ang lambong ng gabing tumatakip sa paningin sapagkat ito’y nakakabulag.

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Nov 12, 2017

Nov 12, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC

makabagongmakata69

HAWIIN ANG LAMBONG

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt May mga gabi na puno ng lumbay kung saan mapapait at puno ng lungkot ang mga ala-alang hatid nito. Madalas na hindi ka nito pinapatulog. May mga umaga naman na nagpapagunita sa mga dalita at mabibigat na salita. Minsan kahit sa init ng katanghalian ay nararamdaman mo ang matinding lamig – ang panlalamig na dulot ng takot, takot na harapin ang kawalang katiyakan ng bukas na darating. Malaya kaba’ng talaga o baka naman nakatago lang ang iyong mga tanikala? Bumabangon sa umaga’t naghahanda para pumasok sa opisina na isa ring selda. Kumakain pero walang nalalasahan, tumatawa nga pero ang totoo ay nalulungkot, nabubuhay pero talo pa ang isang bangkay pagkat walang kabuhay-buhay. Nakikipagtalik ang katawan na hindi marunong tumangkilik. Paano nga ba ang mabuhay nang wasto at hustong-husto? Yung puno ng pag-ibig at walang ligalig na sadyang matatag katulad sa isang kamalig. Nadidinig mo pa ba ang huni ng kuliglig sa ‘twing sasapit ang hapon? Ang buhay ng tao ay sadyang maligalig. Ang panaghoy ng mga walang kayang lumaban sa dagok ng malupit na kapalaran ay laging naririnig sa ‘twing kumakagat ang dilim. Hindi lang minamasdan ang mga bulaklak, kailangan mo rin itong samyuin para mo mapahalagahan. Paano mo malalaman ang lalim ng dagat kung hindi mo ito sisisirin at ano’ng saysay ng taas ng bundok kung hindi mo ito aakyatin? Hindi sapat na sabihin na s’ya ay iyong iniibig, kailangan mo rin s’yang yakapin at halikan. Ganito mo dapat na ipagdiwang ang buhay. Pero hindi ito magawa ng isang tulad mo na alipin ng takot at sama ng loob. Kailangan kumawala ka sa anino ng nakaraan at ‘wag mabuhay sa hinaharap. ‘Hwag kang makipagtalik sa multo ng nakaraan dahil hindi ka lalabasan, puro luha lang ang tiyak na papatak sa iyong mga mata. Maging makasaysayan at makabuluhan ito ang dapat na maging layunin. Kalimutan ang kabiguan at maging masigasig, yakapin sa’yong bisig ang ngayon. Hawiin ang lambong ng gabing tumatakip sa paningin sapagkat ito’y nakakabulag.

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I remember when we knitted Our fingers together And our lives interwove. They eventually became whole, And they eventually broke. -- Eleanor

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Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC

EleanorRigby

Eventually

I remember when we knitted Our fingers together And our lives interwove. They eventually became whole, And they eventually broke. -- Eleanor

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You and me and them and you Alone In grieving, In dying, In laughing, too. Us and us and them and her, One spirit As old as time. One body The Gaia's Green, blue and at last multicoloured. You, and me and you and me and me and you and you and me, With twin visions, Extraordinary reunion Finally, eye in eye. You and us, you Enemies to us But we not to you, We love you. -- Eleanor

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Jul 8, 2015

Jul 8, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

Eye In Eye

You and me and them and you Alone In grieving, In dying, In laughing, too. Us and us and them and her, One spirit As old as time. One body The Gaia's Green, blue and at last multicoloured. You, and me and you and me and me and you and you and me, With twin visions, Extraordinary reunion Finally, eye in eye. You and us, you Enemies to us But we not to you, We love you. -- Eleanor

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I saw him today He seemed happy, He is happy, you know. So I'm happy, too. --Eleanor

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Dec 26, 2014

Dec 26, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC