"hhhh" poems - Hello Poetry

Hugs.... How you've known I needed Them I will never know, But what can I say, I do. And when I read your reflection On my words, I cam stop what Im doing And read my poem again, And then I cam hug myself, You calmed my climatic Mind from shattering Its self against the wall Of my own making, And that wall, Well I can calm it down. What is it about Patty M? A simple seemingly pure Heart in a world where fake to survive seems to be the order Of the day, And when her words Like mine, I can hug the World again, Because Patty M hugged Me when no one else could, Her words are not metaphoric; She heals my broken self, Because she meant it, And I know that something Is real about that, So here's to you Patty M From the Ded Poet: H. H. U. U. GGGGG H. H. U. U. G HHHH. U. U. G. GG H. H. U. U. G. G H. H. UUUU. GGGGG

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May 4, 2018

May 4, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC

dedpoet

The Mysterious Calming Of Patty M.

Hugs.... How you've known I needed Them I will never know, But what can I say, I do. And when I read your reflection On my words, I cam stop what Im doing And read my poem again, And then I cam hug myself, You calmed my climatic Mind from shattering Its self against the wall Of my own making, And that wall, Well I can calm it down. What is it about Patty M? A simple seemingly pure Heart in a world where fake to survive seems to be the order Of the day, And when her words Like mine, I can hug the World again, Because Patty M hugged Me when no one else could, Her words are not metaphoric; She heals my broken self, Because she meant it, And I know that something Is real about that, So here's to you Patty M From the Ded Poet: H. H. U. U. GGGGG H. H. U. U. G HHHH. U. U. G. GG H. H. U. U. G. G H. H. UUUU. GGGGG

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Saat itu dia melihatku, Aku....hanya bisa melihat sekitar Kau tau kan bagaimana rasanya? Sangat malu hehe “Tunggu disini, aku akan mengantarmu” Dia pergi dengan kikuk, mengambil kendaraan Meninggalkanku yg kikuk juga Kenapa sih dunia ini Kenapa kami jadi sama sama kikuk Sama sama malu Sama sama kaget “Hhhh” helaan napasku terdengar “Kenapa?” Tanyanya Aku kaget “gapapa hehe” “Lucu sekali” katanya sambil menampilkan senyum khasnya Bagaimana ini?! Rasanya duniaku teracak Luruh bersama senyumnya Tolong aku.....

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Aug 3, 2019

Aug 3, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC

Fai

Bersama Kecanggungan, lagi

Saat itu dia melihatku, Aku....hanya bisa melihat sekitar Kau tau kan bagaimana rasanya? Sangat malu hehe “Tunggu disini, aku akan mengantarmu” Dia pergi dengan kikuk, mengambil kendaraan Meninggalkanku yg kikuk juga Kenapa sih dunia ini Kenapa kami jadi sama sama kikuk Sama sama malu Sama sama kaget “Hhhh” helaan napasku terdengar “Kenapa?” Tanyanya Aku kaget “gapapa hehe” “Lucu sekali” katanya sambil menampilkan senyum khasnya Bagaimana ini?! Rasanya duniaku teracak Luruh bersama senyumnya Tolong aku.....

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Our planet Earth has a moon. Yes, a moon. That thing everyone uses for something romantic. But here's one thing I've heard "You gotta find your own moon. Someone you could look at and feel something different. Someone who'd be with you the whole night and never want to leave your side." Admit it. We all want that. I knew I'd need that in the future. What I didn't expect was I'd find one. (Or at least I thought ((obviously or else I wouldn't be writing this poem hhhh))) Let me tell you something romantic! Sometimes You may feel like you've found your "moon". You start to feel like that person was something special to you You even think you're as special to them too You start to see that moon in your orbit wherever you go But it pays to observe It pays to get your own telescope and look at the sky And realize you weren't the planet. You were the moon. You were the one orbiting. Orbiting what has become the world to you. You were the one trying to give off something special . Finally You realize you weren't orbiting Earth You were orbiting the wrong planet. You were orbiting a planet that had 3 other moons. No, you don't find your own "moon". You find your own Earth.

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC

enouement

August 31

Our planet Earth has a moon. Yes, a moon. That thing everyone uses for something romantic. But here's one thing I've heard "You gotta find your own moon. Someone you could look at and feel something different. Someone who'd be with you the whole night and never want to leave your side." Admit it. We all want that. I knew I'd need that in the future. What I didn't expect was I'd find one. (Or at least I thought ((obviously or else I wouldn't be writing this poem hhhh))) Let me tell you something romantic! Sometimes You may feel like you've found your "moon". You start to feel like that person was something special to you You even think you're as special to them too You start to see that moon in your orbit wherever you go But it pays to observe It pays to get your own telescope and look at the sky And realize you weren't the planet. You were the moon. You were the one orbiting. Orbiting what has become the world to you. You were the one trying to give off something special . Finally You realize you weren't orbiting Earth You were orbiting the wrong planet. You were orbiting a planet that had 3 other moons. No, you don't find your own "moon". You find your own Earth.

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P huket's infamous Promthep cape R adiant beauty that O hhhh-struck M any eyes T he sunrise and sunsets H ave brought so much delight E verybody let's keep P rompthep's beauty forever ALIVE

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC

yra0911

PROMTHEP

P huket's infamous Promthep cape R adiant beauty that O hhhh-struck M any eyes T he sunrise and sunsets H ave brought so much delight E verybody let's keep P rompthep's beauty forever ALIVE

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hhhh gggg llllop ggggg gggg <3 nnnnnnn e,lectric fyrre lyre liar fiear tmin

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC

sam-stone-grenier

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hhhh gggg llllop ggggg gggg <3 nnnnnnn e,lectric fyrre lyre liar fiear tmin

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cŵn annwn: k-hhhh-n anne-wyn- sue me, the Welsh sometimes hark like a smoker of tobacco harks up some excess phlegm after a momentary lapse into coughing - harking - senile and bogus English - and that spaghetti h'american ęglish - love by insult - then again, not really: love by teasing - reign from above, reign from below - meeting in the middle hinging on the letters - not sure whether it's a K for the c - or whether i'm invited to use the Roman sigma - the Gauls' cedilla - çŵn - ah, the Greeks, and their orthographic aesthetics - in the trinity of sigma - ςŵν αννłν - i'm still for enforcing the reintroducing the grapheme into the Polish concept of its pompous orthography for the less literate graffiti "artists"... and there are... rz, cz, sz, ch exceptions... æ & œ... Adam & Eve, Orpheus & Eurydice - just to make it "easier" - the language could do with some aesthetic improvements - given it's so concerned with orthography - and that's what you might notice about the Polacks - zero interest in metaphysics - always the sort of people concerned with orthography... no wonder Nietzsche called us the equivalent of the French, among the Slavs; nice compliment.

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Sep 7, 2018

Sep 7, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

Adam & Eve, Orpheus & Eurydice

cŵn annwn: k-hhhh-n anne-wyn- sue me, the Welsh sometimes hark like a smoker of tobacco harks up some excess phlegm after a momentary lapse into coughing - harking - senile and bogus English - and that spaghetti h'american ęglish - love by insult - then again, not really: love by teasing - reign from above, reign from below - meeting in the middle hinging on the letters - not sure whether it's a K for the c - or whether i'm invited to use the Roman sigma - the Gauls' cedilla - çŵn - ah, the Greeks, and their orthographic aesthetics - in the trinity of sigma - ςŵν αννłν - i'm still for enforcing the reintroducing the grapheme into the Polish concept of its pompous orthography for the less literate graffiti "artists"... and there are... rz, cz, sz, ch exceptions... æ & œ... Adam & Eve, Orpheus & Eurydice - just to make it "easier" - the language could do with some aesthetic improvements - given it's so concerned with orthography - and that's what you might notice about the Polacks - zero interest in metaphysics - always the sort of people concerned with orthography... no wonder Nietzsche called us the equivalent of the French, among the Slavs; nice compliment.

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