Essy poems on Hello Poetry

Flames for a martyr Aug 2016

Essy

Beauty is beautiful
The thought of someone loving you.
Though times so thick
And other moments pass by so quick
There is always someone to love you.
She knows me,
She is my best friend and my lover
She often catches me in freefall herself.
I am in awe that she loves me
She is my countess.
My supreme leader.
My girlfriend
She loves star wars too,
And cod zombies are a hobby for her as well
I found my match,
She is the type of girl
Who could kick my *** too, if she wanted.
But somehow so tollerating.
Its so cool
To believe
to know
That she loves me

#love #girl #babe #gamr

Ryan Seth Cole Nov 2022

(Essy with love)

The glass screen door hits my foot on the way out the door as I pull it close. I pull my jacket down as I enter the cold. I breath in the brisk air and look up at the blue night sky.

My breath fogs the view of a star up high. I fear the day that you will soon some day die. The day of your departure, when you spread your wings and fly.

Your warmth as you held me close to your polyester side, where I would fall asleep on you on that wooden church bench as we would listen to grandfather preach in between sigh’s.

I picture all of this in my mind as I look up at the blue night sky. The table where we would sit and talk for hours about your history and mine. The same table you taught me how to find in me the strength and reason to fight. The same table I told you, I found my wife. That same table you and papa prayed over me when I would cry.

I know your with me now and I cherish you and that is the reason I write. I can’t wait until you walk with Jesus. You have been longing for that day your entire life but I know once your gone I am going to cry.

I told you that I would not. I told you I would celebrate your life but tonight I know as I look up at the blue night sky. I know that I will have to let you go and it’s going to make me cry. I love you Grammy. Thank you for being in my life.
-RSC

My beloved grandmother

Little Azaleah Jan 2015

Memories of You

I** remember how we met,
you were there sitting behind me and how I never noticed you.
You would tell me about how my childish ways caught your attention.
I remember the letters we would exchange between classes,
telling how much we adored each other.
Those late night calls and voice recordings we sent,
you would say I was beautiful even with my messy hair.
The songs you would sing,
the laughs we shared from the jokes we tell no matter how bad it was.
I remember the strolls we used to take,
and how your hand felt warm against mine.
The flowers you'd give randomly,
and that smile I adored.
This is the memories of you I remembered.

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{ E.I }

Hidden message.

#love #heartbreak #memories #him #beloved #hidden #message

Mateuš Conrad Mar 2018

living with ghosts

scheisse!
                           or shy essy had one
of these moments
                                       to boot,
      and later call it an
                          autobiography...
     a draft in the house,
dumb drunk puts
a glass of whiskey
      and coke on a window-sill
with the window open...
comes the slapping wind,
what happens?
      the window flings open
and knocks the full glass
    onto the floor...
   scheisse!
            out comes the towel
the hygienic wipes
and toilet paper...
         to later make a reminder:
sweeping with my pantofels
(misnomer): **** you
             wear indoors...
ah ****, looking for nouns
is like pointing in multiple
directions... SHLIPPERS!
    did they stick to the floor?
nope, a mighty good job
i did, right there and then...
there's dust,
   and there's just sugar on
the floor,
  or a synthetic version of
it...
              the music still plays
and there's a extinguished
cigarette loitering in my mouth...
     at this point you
reflect:
               hope there are no
claustrophobes out there reading
this poo-poo...
     my, boyish words,
alternatively: mess...
                     anywhere but eaton...
   why would you go
to bulgarian prostitutes?
             erm...
        you have the money,
don't know how to spend it,
        she'll know,
                    plus you get her
to ****** and giggle...
                   problem solved.

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