"handsom" poems - Hello Poetry

Tiny dancer tiny dancer Love my hands Love me Tell me im handsom and you wanna dance with me all day In the sand In the shade oh the smell of jade and your perfect hair and your pretty face Elton sings your sweet song and we both count the headlights listening to one headlight by the wall flowers and lennon tells me Don't loose your head like I did tell her she dances so good in your weary head kiss her face And tell her That she's your tiny dancer In your head

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Mar 2, 2013

Mar 2, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC

jam-rock

tiny dancer

Tiny dancer tiny dancer Love my hands Love me Tell me im handsom and you wanna dance with me all day In the sand In the shade oh the smell of jade and your perfect hair and your pretty face Elton sings your sweet song and we both count the headlights listening to one headlight by the wall flowers and lennon tells me Don't loose your head like I did tell her she dances so good in your weary head kiss her face And tell her That she's your tiny dancer In your head

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--- There's a creature in this cruel world Who love's to hurt And make you blue He's out there lurking for you, child He'll take everything from you... ... but oh! How handsom and delightful! When he speaks the silver rings! Come to find out he is frightful Scorpion with angel's wings Watch out child... Watch out for liars. Those who practice to deceive! He'll take you down To his own fires He will sting if you believe! But! Oh how beautiful and graceful! And! How exquisitely you sing! But. My "friend", you are *disgraceful! Scorpion with Angel's wings* SoulSurvivor 9/6/201

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Scorpion Angel

--- There's a creature in this cruel world Who love's to hurt And make you blue He's out there lurking for you, child He'll take everything from you... ... but oh! How handsom and delightful! When he speaks the silver rings! Come to find out he is frightful Scorpion with angel's wings Watch out child... Watch out for liars. Those who practice to deceive! He'll take you down To his own fires He will sting if you believe! But! Oh how beautiful and graceful! And! How exquisitely you sing! But. My "friend", you are *disgraceful! Scorpion with Angel's wings* SoulSurvivor 9/6/201

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A beautiful girl dressed in red she can seem to get out of her own head Beautiful eyes met with the saddest demise Red ribbon waving in the wind in all the places she had been A handsom boy dressed in blue waiting to start anew Broken heart wanting to restart Misses the girl in red Holds her ribbon close to his heart wanting to go back to the start

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Dec 1, 2012

Dec 1, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC

Abigail-Madsen

Sad Eyes

A beautiful girl dressed in red she can seem to get out of her own head Beautiful eyes met with the saddest demise Red ribbon waving in the wind in all the places she had been A handsom boy dressed in blue waiting to start anew Broken heart wanting to restart Misses the girl in red Holds her ribbon close to his heart wanting to go back to the start

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smell hell a rocket rips straight up white handsom ambiguous evil a little bag of ***** whatever, it ****** works this is different from nothing this i guess is better this i love to do this became my debtor blanks drawing outlines wine colours them in mona lisa nice to meet ya hows a party of sin god god off and we art in heaven abstainity roll the fiver

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC

mr-ree

smell hell

smell hell a rocket rips straight up white handsom ambiguous evil a little bag of ***** whatever, it ****** works this is different from nothing this i guess is better this i love to do this became my debtor blanks drawing outlines wine colours them in mona lisa nice to meet ya hows a party of sin god god off and we art in heaven abstainity roll the fiver

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What so many fail to see is the alility To look within and see whats there The outer shell can be ever beautiful But the soul within matters to be fare How often I hear of hes so handsom true But deep within could be an inherited blue Even your worst nightmare waiting for you Not doing your homework a bad choice through Learn to look within for signs of pure happiness And ask of inner feelings if they care to confess Follow your vibes voices of your very inner soul Real love might be but even disiples wear a dress Its your life but choices don't come forever free Snap decisions often the wrong path that be Making love ever beautuful and evil does it best It never hurt a soul enjoy but remain your destiny If two are really sure than the blessings are many But you belong to you never sell yourself to anyone Your heart has so much further yet to go in life From birth until your whole life is thus over and done Your ability to look within is born deeply within you Your vibes are of advice from souls that sincerely care Listen to them you won't go wrong for most of life to be And loving yourself is no sin it allows a good life to bare Equals preach but they are humans also wealth in mind No better than yourself and only one of you to find Be proud of whom you are and be that ever so well Be yourself and to yourself always be ever so kind terrence michael sutton copyright 2018

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Sep 2, 2018

Sep 2, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC

terrence-michael-sutton

WHAT SO MANY FAIL TO SEE

What so many fail to see is the alility To look within and see whats there The outer shell can be ever beautiful But the soul within matters to be fare How often I hear of hes so handsom true But deep within could be an inherited blue Even your worst nightmare waiting for you Not doing your homework a bad choice through Learn to look within for signs of pure happiness And ask of inner feelings if they care to confess Follow your vibes voices of your very inner soul Real love might be but even disiples wear a dress Its your life but choices don't come forever free Snap decisions often the wrong path that be Making love ever beautuful and evil does it best It never hurt a soul enjoy but remain your destiny If two are really sure than the blessings are many But you belong to you never sell yourself to anyone Your heart has so much further yet to go in life From birth until your whole life is thus over and done Your ability to look within is born deeply within you Your vibes are of advice from souls that sincerely care Listen to them you won't go wrong for most of life to be And loving yourself is no sin it allows a good life to bare Equals preach but they are humans also wealth in mind No better than yourself and only one of you to find Be proud of whom you are and be that ever so well Be yourself and to yourself always be ever so kind terrence michael sutton copyright 2018

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The heavenly stars were shining The celestial moon was bright The earth was churned and ravaged Dead bodies lay rotting in sight The trees that once had beauty With blossom that brightly shone Now stand torn and splintered Signs of love and peace have all gone The cries of torn men and horses Are silenced by mornings deep frost These brave young men and chargers Sacrificed not heeding of cost Just boys who had a poor future When times were terribly hard Had to take what life delt them With minds and psyche badly scared You see them on the streets daily Mutilated and tapping white stick With minds and body's broken No one cares for the the pain of the sick Some sit on cold wet curb stones Their bright shining medels on view They ask were my eyes really worth it Whilst begging a copper or two The dear sweetharts they departed From them love does no longer stem They left proud strong and handsom They returned just shadows of men A hundred years have now departed It was the war to end all future wars Man hasen't yet learnt a lesson for living Always picking and openingold scores.

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC

robert-f-belchambers

Anniversary of Sorrow

The heavenly stars were shining The celestial moon was bright The earth was churned and ravaged Dead bodies lay rotting in sight The trees that once had beauty With blossom that brightly shone Now stand torn and splintered Signs of love and peace have all gone The cries of torn men and horses Are silenced by mornings deep frost These brave young men and chargers Sacrificed not heeding of cost Just boys who had a poor future When times were terribly hard Had to take what life delt them With minds and psyche badly scared You see them on the streets daily Mutilated and tapping white stick With minds and body's broken No one cares for the the pain of the sick Some sit on cold wet curb stones Their bright shining medels on view They ask were my eyes really worth it Whilst begging a copper or two The dear sweetharts they departed From them love does no longer stem They left proud strong and handsom They returned just shadows of men A hundred years have now departed It was the war to end all future wars Man hasen't yet learnt a lesson for living Always picking and openingold scores.

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