"favorit" poems - Hello Poetry

Palembang. 24 Desember 2011 Ku panggil namamu Kamu ucapkan Selamat Tinggal! Aku raih tanganmu Kamu terus berjalan melepaskan genggamanku Aku menghampirimu di bangku taman Kamu beranjak pergi tanpa sepatah kata Ku bawakan buku favorit mu di perpustakaan Kamu malah membeli buku yang sama Kamu bagaikan kenyataan di masa depan Sungguh tak sanggup aku tuk menebakmu Tak mampu aku memenuhi semua kebutuhanmu Kamu pun tak pernah angkat bicara Apa mau mu? Aku terjatuh, kamu diam saja Apa yang ada di pikiranmu? Aku bicara, kamu memalingkan wajah Aku sakit, kamu tak tahu Aku menjauh, kamu mengejarku Aku menghilang, kamu mencariku Oh sayang, aku tak tahu apa mau mu

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Dec 30, 2011

Dec 30, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC

erikahandoko

Apa Mau Mu

Palembang. 24 Desember 2011 Ku panggil namamu Kamu ucapkan Selamat Tinggal! Aku raih tanganmu Kamu terus berjalan melepaskan genggamanku Aku menghampirimu di bangku taman Kamu beranjak pergi tanpa sepatah kata Ku bawakan buku favorit mu di perpustakaan Kamu malah membeli buku yang sama Kamu bagaikan kenyataan di masa depan Sungguh tak sanggup aku tuk menebakmu Tak mampu aku memenuhi semua kebutuhanmu Kamu pun tak pernah angkat bicara Apa mau mu? Aku terjatuh, kamu diam saja Apa yang ada di pikiranmu? Aku bicara, kamu memalingkan wajah Aku sakit, kamu tak tahu Aku menjauh, kamu mengejarku Aku menghilang, kamu mencariku Oh sayang, aku tak tahu apa mau mu

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Justru inilah yang tak pernah bisa ku pahami; kamu mengenal aku seperti belakang tanganmu sendiri kamu itu selalu memiliki pilihan untuk jadi bahagiaku di siang dan malam atau buatku tenggelam dan tersesak dalam dinginnya diam namun pilihan kedua selalu menjadi pilihan favorit mu pun kamu tau bahwa dulu itu menjadi alasanku tinggalkanmu

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC

amalia-puspa

Diam

Justru inilah yang tak pernah bisa ku pahami; kamu mengenal aku seperti belakang tanganmu sendiri kamu itu selalu memiliki pilihan untuk jadi bahagiaku di siang dan malam atau buatku tenggelam dan tersesak dalam dinginnya diam namun pilihan kedua selalu menjadi pilihan favorit mu pun kamu tau bahwa dulu itu menjadi alasanku tinggalkanmu

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My heart will steal, my words you'll feal, right in side you're hope will Heal, Just get through it, you can do it, hold on tite or you'll just lose it. don't go mad inside just sad? keep your sane and diss the lame life's a game so look for fame help some hearts and get the name speak lit low and help them know peace is hear for them to glow take a walk and feal my talk.. see it played your'e favorit show led the way with my gold chalk.. forget the bad of past you had, make new be glad, your'e tuff You're Rad,! that pain that hole often thaught of takes control that mess that loss that empty goal, thinkin back that costly toal, It's your road And it's your choice, make some sound to hear your voice, down the path be strong its bumpy, hear my song and don't be grumpy, not alone, stood felt like stone, full rock hard , I'm sure no **** my words sock hard,.... [you had felt it so you delt it, never grew a heartless clue, I choose nice for your rude lies, lookin over in despize, fought the stress don't need a mess for caught up in you're knot ties. statin truth nor fantasize feel it first before criticize,] you know your heart has just be grown. You were tuff when **** got ruff, bin there done that know the stuff as it seams those memory dreams thew away, oh day by day, hears your luck it blew my way, with your heart "click heal restart" <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Jesse Mckush Arrywillbeloved2013© copy right protected

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May 31, 2013

May 31, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC

arrywill-keepya-smilin

ok sure.... and I'm tupoc!

My heart will steal, my words you'll feal, right in side you're hope will Heal, Just get through it, you can do it, hold on tite or you'll just lose it. don't go mad inside just sad? keep your sane and diss the lame life's a game so look for fame help some hearts and get the name speak lit low and help them know peace is hear for them to glow take a walk and feal my talk.. see it played your'e favorit show led the way with my gold chalk.. forget the bad of past you had, make new be glad, your'e tuff You're Rad,! that pain that hole often thaught of takes control that mess that loss that empty goal, thinkin back that costly toal, It's your road And it's your choice, make some sound to hear your voice, down the path be strong its bumpy, hear my song and don't be grumpy, not alone, stood felt like stone, full rock hard , I'm sure no **** my words sock hard,.... [you had felt it so you delt it, never grew a heartless clue, I choose nice for your rude lies, lookin over in despize, fought the stress don't need a mess for caught up in you're knot ties. statin truth nor fantasize feel it first before criticize,] you know your heart has just be grown. You were tuff when **** got ruff, bin there done that know the stuff as it seams those memory dreams thew away, oh day by day, hears your luck it blew my way, with your heart "click heal restart" <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Jesse Mckush Arrywillbeloved2013© copy right protected

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Det här är mitt favorit väder När allt står still När gräset är grön och täckt av de löv lämnat tillbaka av höstens träd När solen hälsar, och skymtar ibland. Och de nakna träd som rör sig av den svaga och härliga vinden. Den är just den vinden som kommer bärande med vårens uppkomst och dess sjungande fåglar.

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Mar 8, 2020

Mar 8, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC

deepinthewoods02

18 mars 2020

Det här är mitt favorit väder När allt står still När gräset är grön och täckt av de löv lämnat tillbaka av höstens träd När solen hälsar, och skymtar ibland. Och de nakna träd som rör sig av den svaga och härliga vinden. Den är just den vinden som kommer bärande med vårens uppkomst och dess sjungande fåglar.

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Ma Bonny Breeks is Buggert a wordy pair they were was havin' a jink an' ****** an' split ma favorit pair made me raize an' made me rair man a was mad reamin' fien-ma-care be buggert set me to a-screaming I had ta' pang my muckle belly fair rax'd it in yin breeks need a'skyrin pair the noo Ta hoord will tak' ten weeks !

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Jan 27, 2011

Jan 27, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC

jeremy-wyatt

Ma Breeks is Buggert

Ma Bonny Breeks is Buggert a wordy pair they were was havin' a jink an' ****** an' split ma favorit pair made me raize an' made me rair man a was mad reamin' fien-ma-care be buggert set me to a-screaming I had ta' pang my muckle belly fair rax'd it in yin breeks need a'skyrin pair the noo Ta hoord will tak' ten weeks !

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COME, AYE COME! Matloob Bokhari Come, aye Come! O the beauty of heaven! Night in richly coloured dress is welcoming, come! O the glory of stars! Night stars like diamonds are welcoming, come! O the ornament of moon! In your absence, bright moon is welcoming, Come! O the queen of sky! Scented air in night freshness is welcoming, come! O the north polar star! Moth orbiting around light has utterly consumed Without form or body, is a part of beauty, come! O the queen of light! Carol of birds is playing melody sweet in tune. My heart beating; cold callous gale started blowing. Night has rolled hours away; moist has dampened my heart. Come, aye come!! COMMENTS : COME AYE COME Kristen Scott: I love this very VERY much. This is hauntingly beautiful and each word of the poem is flowing in my veins like the poetry of my favorit poet, Federico Garcia Lorca.. Vern Ford : I can almost hear Buffy Saint Marie singing your absolutely breathtaking poems! Laura Oliva Palacio: Magnifique voila!!!! What a beautiful poem! With simple words, but of great significance make one clearly perceived the sweet and sensitive young hearts have inspiration in the bright universe of love and the infinite .. Thank you so much for sharing Matloob !!! Laura Grillo Laveglia: I love your poem. It is written in Edwardian style and this I adore!!! Neil Perry :Refreshing and magical. Gary Leikas: ahhhh . . . . mesmerizing music and thought . . Kevin M. Hibshman : Amazingly beautiful...

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC

matloob-bokhari

COME, AYE COME!

COME, AYE COME! Matloob Bokhari Come, aye Come! O the beauty of heaven! Night in richly coloured dress is welcoming, come! O the glory of stars! Night stars like diamonds are welcoming, come! O the ornament of moon! In your absence, bright moon is welcoming, Come! O the queen of sky! Scented air in night freshness is welcoming, come! O the north polar star! Moth orbiting around light has utterly consumed Without form or body, is a part of beauty, come! O the queen of light! Carol of birds is playing melody sweet in tune. My heart beating; cold callous gale started blowing. Night has rolled hours away; moist has dampened my heart. Come, aye come!! COMMENTS : COME AYE COME Kristen Scott: I love this very VERY much. This is hauntingly beautiful and each word of the poem is flowing in my veins like the poetry of my favorit poet, Federico Garcia Lorca.. Vern Ford : I can almost hear Buffy Saint Marie singing your absolutely breathtaking poems! Laura Oliva Palacio: Magnifique voila!!!! What a beautiful poem! With simple words, but of great significance make one clearly perceived the sweet and sensitive young hearts have inspiration in the bright universe of love and the infinite .. Thank you so much for sharing Matloob !!! Laura Grillo Laveglia: I love your poem. It is written in Edwardian style and this I adore!!! Neil Perry :Refreshing and magical. Gary Leikas: ahhhh . . . . mesmerizing music and thought . . Kevin M. Hibshman : Amazingly beautiful...

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Do you remember our first apartement together? It was small but we loved it. Do you remember the kitchen? Where you cooked and i burned **** while you made fun of my horrible cooking skills. Where we would stay up till 3 a.m making brownies and laughing our ***** off because we looked ridiculous with our faces covered n chocolate and our hair with poudered sugar. Do you remember the living room? We didn't have a tv at the time and we didn't need one, all we needed to be entertained was each other. You played the guitar for me n i told you stories. We had concerts where we'd sing our favorit songs really loudly and the neighbors got mad. We played silly games that we invented like we were little children and had the best time of our lives. Do you remember the couch? Where we would sit under our blanket and read books together. Where you slept when we fought and you were annoyed at me. Where i joined you in the middle of the night because i missed you and i can never sleep without you. Do you remember the small balcony? Where we would stay up during summer nights with a couple of cold beers and a whole lot of jokes to tell. Where we spent hours under the stars talking about life, talking about how this is exactly what we wished for. Do you remember the bathroom? Where we had long baths together, baths that would allways turn into splash wars or passionate *** Do you remember our bedroom? We painted it blue together since it was our favorite color. and it was the only room we painted because we wanted it to be speacial,and so it was. Do you remember it? It was where we spent most of our time in the apartment. We would spend hours just laying in each others arms. Talking,laughing, making sweet love. Where we had our movie nights. Where we brought each other comfort food and candy when one of us had a bad day and needed some chocolate and hugs. Where we jumped on the bed till we broke it and almost choked laughing about it. Where we helped one another get ready quickly when we were going out. Where we sometimes fought and made up on the spot. Where you held me close every night to sleep. Where i kissed you every morning to wake you up. Where you held my head to your chest as i sobbed and cried because you had to go and i couldn't take it. Where you packed your bags and i hid your clothes so that you couldn't leave. Where you finally decided to stay with me. Where you told me you can't live without me. Where i told you i can't let you live without your dream. Where we packed our things together and got ready to go to our new apartment where im waiting for you right now

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC

EMK

appartement n 345

Do you remember our first apartement together? It was small but we loved it. Do you remember the kitchen? Where you cooked and i burned **** while you made fun of my horrible cooking skills. Where we would stay up till 3 a.m making brownies and laughing our ***** off because we looked ridiculous with our faces covered n chocolate and our hair with poudered sugar. Do you remember the living room? We didn't have a tv at the time and we didn't need one, all we needed to be entertained was each other. You played the guitar for me n i told you stories. We had concerts where we'd sing our favorit songs really loudly and the neighbors got mad. We played silly games that we invented like we were little children and had the best time of our lives. Do you remember the couch? Where we would sit under our blanket and read books together. Where you slept when we fought and you were annoyed at me. Where i joined you in the middle of the night because i missed you and i can never sleep without you. Do you remember the small balcony? Where we would stay up during summer nights with a couple of cold beers and a whole lot of jokes to tell. Where we spent hours under the stars talking about life, talking about how this is exactly what we wished for. Do you remember the bathroom? Where we had long baths together, baths that would allways turn into splash wars or passionate *** Do you remember our bedroom? We painted it blue together since it was our favorite color. and it was the only room we painted because we wanted it to be speacial,and so it was. Do you remember it? It was where we spent most of our time in the apartment. We would spend hours just laying in each others arms. Talking,laughing, making sweet love. Where we had our movie nights. Where we brought each other comfort food and candy when one of us had a bad day and needed some chocolate and hugs. Where we jumped on the bed till we broke it and almost choked laughing about it. Where we helped one another get ready quickly when we were going out. Where we sometimes fought and made up on the spot. Where you held me close every night to sleep. Where i kissed you every morning to wake you up. Where you held my head to your chest as i sobbed and cried because you had to go and i couldn't take it. Where you packed your bags and i hid your clothes so that you couldn't leave. Where you finally decided to stay with me. Where you told me you can't live without me. Where i told you i can't let you live without your dream. Where we packed our things together and got ready to go to our new apartment where im waiting for you right now

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kommoden i hjørnet er begyndt at fortælle mig mine tankestrømme er for støjende for stærkt groende op ad de kølige vægge i symbiose med radiatorens lunkne ånde det er som om dit ansigt er begyndt at fortælle mig det ikke vil huskes som om det skrumper sammen til syv forskellige malerier alle af forskellige kunstnere alle lige forvirrende men blidt nuanceret til min smag det er som om vandfarven er begyndt at fortælle mig jeg er dens favorit som et rindende slør lægger den sig henover lærredet som dine øjne jeg godt så holdt øje med mig da jeg sank ned i eftertænksomhedens bæk det er som om ordene er begyndt at fortælle mig din tilstedeværelse smager af brombær og orange kridt

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May 17, 2019

May 17, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC

lauraamstutz

smager af mere

kommoden i hjørnet er begyndt at fortælle mig mine tankestrømme er for støjende for stærkt groende op ad de kølige vægge i symbiose med radiatorens lunkne ånde det er som om dit ansigt er begyndt at fortælle mig det ikke vil huskes som om det skrumper sammen til syv forskellige malerier alle af forskellige kunstnere alle lige forvirrende men blidt nuanceret til min smag det er som om vandfarven er begyndt at fortælle mig jeg er dens favorit som et rindende slør lægger den sig henover lærredet som dine øjne jeg godt så holdt øje med mig da jeg sank ned i eftertænksomhedens bæk det er som om ordene er begyndt at fortælle mig din tilstedeværelse smager af brombær og orange kridt

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Paul? do you dream in colours. Yes I do. I ask? do you smell your dreams. To be filled in by you. Paul? do you like women. Yes I do. I ask? do you know yourself. To be filled in by you. Paul? do you have favorit food. Yes I do. I ask? do you taste what you think. To be filled in by you. Just some examples for you all from me this man called Paul.

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Jan 1, 2013

Jan 1, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC

paul-hardwick

People do ask.

Paul? do you dream in colours. Yes I do. I ask? do you smell your dreams. To be filled in by you. Paul? do you like women. Yes I do. I ask? do you know yourself. To be filled in by you. Paul? do you have favorit food. Yes I do. I ask? do you taste what you think. To be filled in by you. Just some examples for you all from me this man called Paul.

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