"gigling" poems - Hello Poetry

....your fined-tuned beauty As if a goddess has been reincarnated to an embodiment as yours The way your lushious hair is displaced by the wind And aligned in a perfect mess after settling down The eyes of yours, as if they were two ponds under a full lunar beam reflecting mysteries into my heart Your eyelashes are like the grass surrounding the fathomless pond covered with glimmering droplets of dew to complement the eyes of yours Your face, a mark of true beauty which signifies your pure heart And a smile of yours from your mesmerising lips can make any mens' day Your laugh gigling in shyness was a habit for you but it was and will always wil be beautiful The humility of yours was too much It was just, so wrong to see such a humbled woman Your humility defeated me When you are drowning with sadness, I will be there to rescue you from the horrendous flood When you are eaten by depression I will be the one to pull you back up from the belly of the beast. When you are cold, alone and lost I will the Sun to provide you warmth I will the lustering light to guide you I will be the one to be by your side (Insert name here), you truly are the one that I want to look after.

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Jan 26, 2014

Jan 26, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC

buzz-1

Casanova poem

....your fined-tuned beauty As if a goddess has been reincarnated to an embodiment as yours The way your lushious hair is displaced by the wind And aligned in a perfect mess after settling down The eyes of yours, as if they were two ponds under a full lunar beam reflecting mysteries into my heart Your eyelashes are like the grass surrounding the fathomless pond covered with glimmering droplets of dew to complement the eyes of yours Your face, a mark of true beauty which signifies your pure heart And a smile of yours from your mesmerising lips can make any mens' day Your laugh gigling in shyness was a habit for you but it was and will always wil be beautiful The humility of yours was too much It was just, so wrong to see such a humbled woman Your humility defeated me When you are drowning with sadness, I will be there to rescue you from the horrendous flood When you are eaten by depression I will be the one to pull you back up from the belly of the beast. When you are cold, alone and lost I will the Sun to provide you warmth I will the lustering light to guide you I will be the one to be by your side (Insert name here), you truly are the one that I want to look after.

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The "ifs" are all racing across my mind It's all I can see, I'm walking 'round blind I can only wish that I went back to then To the past, and to where it had all began. I remember I remember having my teacher punish me every day But it didn't matter, we would all be there silently going "heyy" We'd do everything together, distance big or small We'd always beg our parents to let us go out to the mall Relaxing, having fun, all seems so far away Now that reality's sunk in, all our joy is now delayed Who knows for how long, now that we've stopped talking I never expected it to end this way, it is beyond shocking I try to move on, to try and make new friends But then after a week or so, I was met with all dead ends No one would talk to me, the way you guys did So I sought you out, but of course, God forbid Happiness is now a dream that's never meant to come true I don't even have enough friends for a table of two One would be empty, filled with thorns and vines With no one willing to risk treading on this field with mines I may always seem open, but I hide my feelings deep Because I never want to be again, the one and only black sheep The differences become wide, people start drifting again But friends aren't the only things of which that I abstain It's not the food I miss, just the sharing of it We switched all the time, emptying the containers bit by bit Laughing and talking with our mouth wide open with food But it didn't matter, all that did was that our lives were good I also miss, the bonds that we shared So close, with our weird antics that people had often stared I remember the crazy stunts we once did Holding hands laughing, gigling, annoying that one kid Now I'm all lost I don't know where to go With no goal in mind, not without the flow I've got no reason, to keep going on this way "So maybe it'll finally end," I think, as I start a new day

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC

clockworkgrenade

Lost Bonds

The "ifs" are all racing across my mind It's all I can see, I'm walking 'round blind I can only wish that I went back to then To the past, and to where it had all began. I remember I remember having my teacher punish me every day But it didn't matter, we would all be there silently going "heyy" We'd do everything together, distance big or small We'd always beg our parents to let us go out to the mall Relaxing, having fun, all seems so far away Now that reality's sunk in, all our joy is now delayed Who knows for how long, now that we've stopped talking I never expected it to end this way, it is beyond shocking I try to move on, to try and make new friends But then after a week or so, I was met with all dead ends No one would talk to me, the way you guys did So I sought you out, but of course, God forbid Happiness is now a dream that's never meant to come true I don't even have enough friends for a table of two One would be empty, filled with thorns and vines With no one willing to risk treading on this field with mines I may always seem open, but I hide my feelings deep Because I never want to be again, the one and only black sheep The differences become wide, people start drifting again But friends aren't the only things of which that I abstain It's not the food I miss, just the sharing of it We switched all the time, emptying the containers bit by bit Laughing and talking with our mouth wide open with food But it didn't matter, all that did was that our lives were good I also miss, the bonds that we shared So close, with our weird antics that people had often stared I remember the crazy stunts we once did Holding hands laughing, gigling, annoying that one kid Now I'm all lost I don't know where to go With no goal in mind, not without the flow I've got no reason, to keep going on this way "So maybe it'll finally end," I think, as I start a new day

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Sitting on the first bench stretched with keen attention, Writing down the points went on and in, As the church Bell struck two I was made to stand and answer, Lost in the depth of question Blinking I stood wondering how I could solve One or two started laughing loudly And gigling in-between Be littled I stood there staring at the question.

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC

jasmine-fernandez

Be little

Sitting on the first bench stretched with keen attention, Writing down the points went on and in, As the church Bell struck two I was made to stand and answer, Lost in the depth of question Blinking I stood wondering how I could solve One or two started laughing loudly And gigling in-between Be littled I stood there staring at the question.

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(English translation of my Assamese origin 'Bhaal Manuhbur') Its easy to mark fine people Fine people know not to deal the market Rotten potatoes fine people carry home Infants from fine people's abode shrill a lot Fine people fall sick to diabetes soon Fine taste they possess Bare footed they stroll to Panbazar Amazed discourse in arbitrary quietness than the gigling in the dining table Water you'll find beneath their eyeballs If pebbles are thrown mini waves are behold A little vile... Most of the fine people delight Being the chimney of ciggarette smoke.

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Nov 27, 2017

Nov 27, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC

birajpoetry

Fine people

(English translation of my Assamese origin 'Bhaal Manuhbur') Its easy to mark fine people Fine people know not to deal the market Rotten potatoes fine people carry home Infants from fine people's abode shrill a lot Fine people fall sick to diabetes soon Fine taste they possess Bare footed they stroll to Panbazar Amazed discourse in arbitrary quietness than the gigling in the dining table Water you'll find beneath their eyeballs If pebbles are thrown mini waves are behold A little vile... Most of the fine people delight Being the chimney of ciggarette smoke.

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