"kally" poems - Hello Poetry

Oh, I love love love you Tragick-ally, forever-ly, romanti-kally, And I am...STUPID...with desire... Whoever said that age would bring peace and wisdom When I gaze into your blue eyes and know the truth of the matter?

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC

traci-sims

The Age of Desire--Part One

Oh, I love love love you Tragick-ally, forever-ly, romanti-kally, And I am...STUPID...with desire... Whoever said that age would bring peace and wisdom When I gaze into your blue eyes and know the truth of the matter?

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Enslaved in the beauty of this Creature, Your ever welcoming sight of innocency, With your stainless hairs of flawless, Like a sparkling Star that lit the darken soul. As I explore your fur, Your expression of joy, Suppresses my crave for companion. Before you came In my bored lonely path, I craved for a companion, A beast in my kind Turned me to a waste A feeling of self pity Disappointment and betrayal Became a routine in which I bathe my flesh In a scorching hot of regret Of a frustrating experience Oh my lovely pet, You gave a soul of love To be his priceless harvey A memory of Hope Now I write Dear Harvey my baby pet, I love you to the moon because of the gap you have filled although I know someday someone will fight the position with you but I promised you will always be my baby and sweet dog. Yours precious ©Kally Okoye

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC

callistus-kally-okoye

Refined: letter to Harvey

Enslaved in the beauty of this Creature, Your ever welcoming sight of innocency, With your stainless hairs of flawless, Like a sparkling Star that lit the darken soul. As I explore your fur, Your expression of joy, Suppresses my crave for companion. Before you came In my bored lonely path, I craved for a companion, A beast in my kind Turned me to a waste A feeling of self pity Disappointment and betrayal Became a routine in which I bathe my flesh In a scorching hot of regret Of a frustrating experience Oh my lovely pet, You gave a soul of love To be his priceless harvey A memory of Hope Now I write Dear Harvey my baby pet, I love you to the moon because of the gap you have filled although I know someday someone will fight the position with you but I promised you will always be my baby and sweet dog. Yours precious ©Kally Okoye

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Shiny sun, brighter sky Smiley face, happy vibes Of course, what else Precious in blindfold Conscious to vision As they say, views and signs Filtered to a beautified concept Perfect Imaginary so visualised As you know, Manipulation is easily done blindfolded Humiliation hidden in jubilation Petals from Roses coast the morning To cover hidden aversion Burnt from ashes, darken the heart To love is unconditional Well in blindfold A disguise is conditional Well in blindfold Unknown wound hurts Layers of disgusting moments Days of unknown wounds Need Years of known joy Wounded yeah In cross of unreal imagination Broken no In fate of visualised reality. Copyright kally

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Jul 15, 2021

Jul 15, 2021 at 11:15 PM UTC

callistus-kally-okoye

Wounded but not broken

Shiny sun, brighter sky Smiley face, happy vibes Of course, what else Precious in blindfold Conscious to vision As they say, views and signs Filtered to a beautified concept Perfect Imaginary so visualised As you know, Manipulation is easily done blindfolded Humiliation hidden in jubilation Petals from Roses coast the morning To cover hidden aversion Burnt from ashes, darken the heart To love is unconditional Well in blindfold A disguise is conditional Well in blindfold Unknown wound hurts Layers of disgusting moments Days of unknown wounds Need Years of known joy Wounded yeah In cross of unreal imagination Broken no In fate of visualised reality. Copyright kally

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I looked at the stars, hoping I could see a glimpse of your face but you are gone and looking at the stars would not change a single thing for my longing. -A.X

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC

saturndeAXthejack

Kally

I looked at the stars, hoping I could see a glimpse of your face but you are gone and looking at the stars would not change a single thing for my longing. -A.X

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