"fisrt" poems - Hello Poetry

* turely wulod wnat to witre ye a ncie peom but i cnnaot seem to get tehse wrods rghit ye see all my letrets are so mxied up resmelbin' excat wath be on my mnid tho smeowehre i hvae hared taht wehn ineded the fisrt 'n' the lsat lteter rhgilty palced one salhl be albe to msaetr 'n' raed wrdos rhgit in the eaxct crorcet odrer ye see i srue am not taht wreid at all tho at laset not mroe tahn any one can wahtveer uopn to, or waht we slahl jsut nveer be of toshe rdaey to ban wihcveer ye siltl do not udnrtaensd do not be of tsohe be jgudin' the man ** ..lvoe alawys... * عرفان بن يوسف © AH 04/03/1439 **

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Nov 24, 2017

Nov 24, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC

irvan

..rghlity stnad...

* turely wulod wnat to witre ye a ncie peom but i cnnaot seem to get tehse wrods rghit ye see all my letrets are so mxied up resmelbin' excat wath be on my mnid tho smeowehre i hvae hared taht wehn ineded the fisrt 'n' the lsat lteter rhgilty palced one salhl be albe to msaetr 'n' raed wrdos rhgit in the eaxct crorcet odrer ye see i srue am not taht wreid at all tho at laset not mroe tahn any one can wahtveer uopn to, or waht we slahl jsut nveer be of toshe rdaey to ban wihcveer ye siltl do not udnrtaensd do not be of tsohe be jgudin' the man ** ..lvoe alawys... * عرفان بن يوسف © AH 04/03/1439 **

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When you are blushing and hiding yourself, your beauty is reflected by your thin dress. you are bowing down your eyes, and my heart is beating . your eyes are like lake in which i want to sink . your lips like leaf of rose. you are not less than moon , like everyone want to see moon , like that i want to see you again and again. by coming in my arms and let remove the veneer of shyness Get so immersed in me that one body is two lives. I want to behold you every moment, do not blink my eyes, let me see your such a spirit

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May 20, 2020

May 20, 2020 at 3:50 AM UTC

munendra-parashar

By Groom for Bride at fisrt night

When you are blushing and hiding yourself, your beauty is reflected by your thin dress. you are bowing down your eyes, and my heart is beating . your eyes are like lake in which i want to sink . your lips like leaf of rose. you are not less than moon , like everyone want to see moon , like that i want to see you again and again. by coming in my arms and let remove the veneer of shyness Get so immersed in me that one body is two lives. I want to behold you every moment, do not blink my eyes, let me see your such a spirit

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I probably don't remember everything about my first day in college or the fisrt time that we met sometimes i even forget the date my birth is celebrated . but for that day i rember everything from your low heel black strap shoes sounding the beat everytime your feet touched the ground as you walked towards me and there was the glowing white emanating from your blouse the matching was impecable and although they call me color blind but even then i saw it . then there was your voice soft and articulate in speech yet still firm and stern accompanied by a contageous laughter . at first i thought you were about to cry that was when i noticed that natural glitter in your eyes you had just plaited your hair it was sprayed and shiny holding to a pony behind . thats when u spoke to me then i kept saying "ati" not because you were unclear but the sound of your voice was so soothing and comforting somewhere between opera singing and a choral verse recital . you were still a young girl but thats when your wings grew somewhere the july cold and you flew away from us we still miss you every august . i wish you were here to see how she has grown since she nolonger plays with small dolls like she used to but i know you are looking from up above you see us alot has happend between and some day i will tell you all about it. She talks about you sometimes but i am still unable to explain it all i dont know if she will understand i even dont know what to tell her but if you were here you would know exactly what to tell her like you she is perfect . sometimes i cry alone and preffer to be left alone not because i like being alone but because its easier to immagine by myself what you would do or say in such situations. fly safe my friend. and keep passing by dont be gone too long.

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC

shadyteddy

fo my angel

I probably don't remember everything about my first day in college or the fisrt time that we met sometimes i even forget the date my birth is celebrated . but for that day i rember everything from your low heel black strap shoes sounding the beat everytime your feet touched the ground as you walked towards me and there was the glowing white emanating from your blouse the matching was impecable and although they call me color blind but even then i saw it . then there was your voice soft and articulate in speech yet still firm and stern accompanied by a contageous laughter . at first i thought you were about to cry that was when i noticed that natural glitter in your eyes you had just plaited your hair it was sprayed and shiny holding to a pony behind . thats when u spoke to me then i kept saying "ati" not because you were unclear but the sound of your voice was so soothing and comforting somewhere between opera singing and a choral verse recital . you were still a young girl but thats when your wings grew somewhere the july cold and you flew away from us we still miss you every august . i wish you were here to see how she has grown since she nolonger plays with small dolls like she used to but i know you are looking from up above you see us alot has happend between and some day i will tell you all about it. She talks about you sometimes but i am still unable to explain it all i dont know if she will understand i even dont know what to tell her but if you were here you would know exactly what to tell her like you she is perfect . sometimes i cry alone and preffer to be left alone not because i like being alone but because its easier to immagine by myself what you would do or say in such situations. fly safe my friend. and keep passing by dont be gone too long.

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a death a father a husband and a hard worker his name -chad- a smile on his face what would he say would he say move on or its ok would he be prode or sadly disdoponted i miss this man named -chad- he was and is my father not by blood but by choice the memories my mind holds to presuse to count my first rabbit man that was amazing and the fisrt time i called him dad i recall the look in his eyes i want my dad this is a issue as a death of a dad means no dad but in dreams or in thoughts. i miss him R.I.P. chad can i wake up now?

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Dec 16, 2014

Dec 16, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

emo-kittyxh

issues

a death a father a husband and a hard worker his name -chad- a smile on his face what would he say would he say move on or its ok would he be prode or sadly disdoponted i miss this man named -chad- he was and is my father not by blood but by choice the memories my mind holds to presuse to count my first rabbit man that was amazing and the fisrt time i called him dad i recall the look in his eyes i want my dad this is a issue as a death of a dad means no dad but in dreams or in thoughts. i miss him R.I.P. chad can i wake up now?

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My room is neat nothing out of place... But my bed has another tale to tell, White pillows with dark smudges Sheets and blankets in a twist . Our clothes mingle on the floor just as our breath did before. An arm draped here, a leg there, my skin burns with the heat of yours. Is this how it feels to hope? I'm not sure if you woke up first and decide to stay Or I am up Fisrt to start my day.

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC

kv603

A smudged pillow

My room is neat nothing out of place... But my bed has another tale to tell, White pillows with dark smudges Sheets and blankets in a twist . Our clothes mingle on the floor just as our breath did before. An arm draped here, a leg there, my skin burns with the heat of yours. Is this how it feels to hope? I'm not sure if you woke up first and decide to stay Or I am up Fisrt to start my day.

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my left arm is that time i didn't ask if you were okay my left leg is that fisrt time i changed for the worse my right leg is that time I cried to you and it broke you apart my stomach is the last time i spoke to you did i say that i love you? my marks are for the time i wasn't awake when you were dying i'm marked with fault i didn't do enough to save you

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Sep 20, 2013

Sep 20, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC

maybella-snow

i'm marked with fault

my left arm is that time i didn't ask if you were okay my left leg is that fisrt time i changed for the worse my right leg is that time I cried to you and it broke you apart my stomach is the last time i spoke to you did i say that i love you? my marks are for the time i wasn't awake when you were dying i'm marked with fault i didn't do enough to save you

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I want to hold on To this small little light it is so crazy to see Something so small something so bright I'm filled with wonder hope and relinquish myself to a few little rays that have started to shine once again But my feet are still unsteady I still wobble when I walk I am not yet ready To walk with you behind me because I can't even walk alone I need to be able to take my steps without you holding my hand that way if you ever go I'll be already gone Walkin on my own headed into the dawn long before you ever get the chance To say good bye I'm not sure I believe in love anymore The last one left me sore So please don't blame me for I don't want to hurt you Nor do I want to hurt myself So let me wobble and toddle about Maybe someday I'll feel without doubt

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC

kv603

Walk Alone Fisrt and Always

I want to hold on To this small little light it is so crazy to see Something so small something so bright I'm filled with wonder hope and relinquish myself to a few little rays that have started to shine once again But my feet are still unsteady I still wobble when I walk I am not yet ready To walk with you behind me because I can't even walk alone I need to be able to take my steps without you holding my hand that way if you ever go I'll be already gone Walkin on my own headed into the dawn long before you ever get the chance To say good bye I'm not sure I believe in love anymore The last one left me sore So please don't blame me for I don't want to hurt you Nor do I want to hurt myself So let me wobble and toddle about Maybe someday I'll feel without doubt

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LOVE is a strong word and soft that many confuse some understand and few have unveiled its inner secrets, I am counted in the ones that seek it and long to possess it. Love is seeing through an imperfect person and still find her adorable but what is it that bewitched me the very fisrt time that I look into your eyes? What is it that makes me reach the stars when I hold you tight? What is it that sprinkles my heart with butterflies when I see you smile?. Is it love? Passion? Or some magical force that I don't seem to recognize?. We are like two stars dancing in the depths of the universe attracting each other by an immortal power that grows stronger in the depth of our souls,look how two stars dance in the depth of the universe!,my lips and yours dancing triggering a supernova in the depths of the universe. Feel how my lips touch yours daringly risking it all,risking it all,risking my soul,by the time you read this my souls maybe already half yours.

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Jul 20, 2015

Jul 20, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC

omar-castillo

dancing stars

LOVE is a strong word and soft that many confuse some understand and few have unveiled its inner secrets, I am counted in the ones that seek it and long to possess it. Love is seeing through an imperfect person and still find her adorable but what is it that bewitched me the very fisrt time that I look into your eyes? What is it that makes me reach the stars when I hold you tight? What is it that sprinkles my heart with butterflies when I see you smile?. Is it love? Passion? Or some magical force that I don't seem to recognize?. We are like two stars dancing in the depths of the universe attracting each other by an immortal power that grows stronger in the depth of our souls,look how two stars dance in the depth of the universe!,my lips and yours dancing triggering a supernova in the depths of the universe. Feel how my lips touch yours daringly risking it all,risking it all,risking my soul,by the time you read this my souls maybe already half yours.

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