"safeness" poems - Hello Poetry

I love the safeness and the coldness of your smile

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC

swx-jz

stairs (10w)

I love the safeness and the coldness of your smile

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Here is your handyman, to fix your heart And each and every feeling ,which is broken apart Caused by desolation ,and intense amount of pain Now I'll help you stop,thy tears of rain You don't need to tell, how broken you are I can feel your pain,without seeing thy scar Just free away your soul, and let it have a say The pain it dwelled inside,for someone to hay Now I am here for you,to free you from the ails To give you all my love,and extract your gloomy wails So come cuddle with me,inside the blanket of safeness So that I can kiss your forehead ,and take away thy stress...

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC

harshit-tiwari

**Your Handyman**

Here is your handyman, to fix your heart And each and every feeling ,which is broken apart Caused by desolation ,and intense amount of pain Now I'll help you stop,thy tears of rain You don't need to tell, how broken you are I can feel your pain,without seeing thy scar Just free away your soul, and let it have a say The pain it dwelled inside,for someone to hay Now I am here for you,to free you from the ails To give you all my love,and extract your gloomy wails So come cuddle with me,inside the blanket of safeness So that I can kiss your forehead ,and take away thy stress...

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Free Writing How curious to be told to write freely, to ‘do’ free writing, and then be given a subject! That’s unfreeing my freedom. Thank you, but I don’t want to think about this time last year. As September was September is, brim-full of wondrous light now flowing ‘cross this table as I write – as freely as I can. Nobody is going to tell me to write freely and then give me a subject, tell me to write for two minutes then give me five. The Memorial Hall There was a continuity of safeness in these grounds that frame this unfortunate building. Memorable and unforgettable, the ‘Mem’ Hall was a travesty by Clough William Ellis. All balustrades and pineapples, his signature touch, chosen it’s said (this architect that is) because he designed the Bath Club pool whose famous cup this swimming school inevitably won year upon year. Walking with Alice Grey day this Sunday And a morning walk Through the estate To the edge of fields, You here to collect The season’s fruits, Not to eat, But for the dyer’s vat. And I, just to crunch My boot on stubble And cross the wide acres Ready for the plough. For Jeanette Her last day in Amsterdam and a brief break from the Powerbook; she was playing the flâneur. In the late afternoon she came across this painting in a window, in a gallery at Van Ostadestraat 294. She was transfixed. The painting demanded her attention and her time. After an hour (and it was by then nearly dark) she returned to her hotel and cancelled her flight home. For the next three days she went back to the painting in a window, in a gallery in Van Ostadestraat 294. She had begun to learn to look, not glance, but look, to stand still for an hour or more - and look. She was rewarded by a world of detail no glance could have brought forth. She was transfixed. She was transformed. Red Point Leaving the fishing station to the cows on the beach through each kissing gate we passed, we kissed. The steep road ahead with the horse and the boy hid our cabin home. The sea channel, the red sand, the distant rain glanced us by. To my children You’re out there Living famously All the way down And back again. I do think of you As birthdays pass And Christmas letters Demand attention. You’re out there To represent my way Of baking bread, Sailing the boat, Walking too fast, Winning at Go. Whether in Qatar, Kansas City or Deptford You’re me in disguise.

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Sep 25, 2013

Sep 25, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC

nigel-morgan

The Poetry Workshop

Free Writing How curious to be told to write freely, to ‘do’ free writing, and then be given a subject! That’s unfreeing my freedom. Thank you, but I don’t want to think about this time last year. As September was September is, brim-full of wondrous light now flowing ‘cross this table as I write – as freely as I can. Nobody is going to tell me to write freely and then give me a subject, tell me to write for two minutes then give me five. The Memorial Hall There was a continuity of safeness in these grounds that frame this unfortunate building. Memorable and unforgettable, the ‘Mem’ Hall was a travesty by Clough William Ellis. All balustrades and pineapples, his signature touch, chosen it’s said (this architect that is) because he designed the Bath Club pool whose famous cup this swimming school inevitably won year upon year. Walking with Alice Grey day this Sunday And a morning walk Through the estate To the edge of fields, You here to collect The season’s fruits, Not to eat, But for the dyer’s vat. And I, just to crunch My boot on stubble And cross the wide acres Ready for the plough. For Jeanette Her last day in Amsterdam and a brief break from the Powerbook; she was playing the flâneur. In the late afternoon she came across this painting in a window, in a gallery at Van Ostadestraat 294. She was transfixed. The painting demanded her attention and her time. After an hour (and it was by then nearly dark) she returned to her hotel and cancelled her flight home. For the next three days she went back to the painting in a window, in a gallery in Van Ostadestraat 294. She had begun to learn to look, not glance, but look, to stand still for an hour or more - and look. She was rewarded by a world of detail no glance could have brought forth. She was transfixed. She was transformed. Red Point Leaving the fishing station to the cows on the beach through each kissing gate we passed, we kissed. The steep road ahead with the horse and the boy hid our cabin home. The sea channel, the red sand, the distant rain glanced us by. To my children You’re out there Living famously All the way down And back again. I do think of you As birthdays pass And Christmas letters Demand attention. You’re out there To represent my way Of baking bread, Sailing the boat, Walking too fast, Winning at Go. Whether in Qatar, Kansas City or Deptford You’re me in disguise.

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part i. my room clean, precise ready a navy dress dainty, floral like a little girl loved landing lights off scuffle of feet rushing silence in this serenity i am chaos soft music soothing a specialised playlist could this be an anymore cliché way to die? i listen to time awaiting a moment sent by a rhythm 02:00 hold on 32 pills 34 or was it 68? it doesn’t matter 02:30 what future? there is no war it’s all in my head stop what no need thoughts out dizzy ‘help’ part ii. what were you thinking are you crazy stupid stupid girl how many why I don’t know not anymore but it will be fine I will go to sleep no fuss agitation irritable useless annoyance what had I expect strangers in the room my room but the only stranger was me I had known nothing less voices? did they tell you to do this? I laughed in my mind how cliché do they think I am no it’s just me part iii. numbness and weariness overwhelmed me bitter bile rose a long day ahead name? address? birth date? what made you do this? over and over again ringing in my ears as I answered in the numbness I had become a barcode being scanned not being looked at once more I fought the urge to lie well not completely ward 14 darkness panic blankness part iv. drip drip drip awoken to a beat my heart or the machine I wish I knew awoken to regret a coward a shadow always light shining outside I have become an outsider ironically part v. her scars. trailing down her arms I wonder how long would it take for her scar in her mind to heal I make suicide look normal her screams. rattled the bones in my body she was an unravelled mayhem in pandemonium her shouts. were more like pleading between herself and whom appeared a fragment of a nightmare her crying. lasted for hours all through the night when she stopped it was only the crying that stopped I was the intruder there was a silence in ward 14 I wanted anything but a silence to think think think looking at her sleeping form I wonder what she wanted to forget but no silence is louder than words I was told I could go home I should have wanted to but there was a safeness a safeness like me security from outside as I walked away the weight of eyes made me sink into a guilt that I dare not look back at ward 14

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC

seasonalskins

ward 14

part i. my room clean, precise ready a navy dress dainty, floral like a little girl loved landing lights off scuffle of feet rushing silence in this serenity i am chaos soft music soothing a specialised playlist could this be an anymore cliché way to die? i listen to time awaiting a moment sent by a rhythm 02:00 hold on 32 pills 34 or was it 68? it doesn’t matter 02:30 what future? there is no war it’s all in my head stop what no need thoughts out dizzy ‘help’ part ii. what were you thinking are you crazy stupid stupid girl how many why I don’t know not anymore but it will be fine I will go to sleep no fuss agitation irritable useless annoyance what had I expect strangers in the room my room but the only stranger was me I had known nothing less voices? did they tell you to do this? I laughed in my mind how cliché do they think I am no it’s just me part iii. numbness and weariness overwhelmed me bitter bile rose a long day ahead name? address? birth date? what made you do this? over and over again ringing in my ears as I answered in the numbness I had become a barcode being scanned not being looked at once more I fought the urge to lie well not completely ward 14 darkness panic blankness part iv. drip drip drip awoken to a beat my heart or the machine I wish I knew awoken to regret a coward a shadow always light shining outside I have become an outsider ironically part v. her scars. trailing down her arms I wonder how long would it take for her scar in her mind to heal I make suicide look normal her screams. rattled the bones in my body she was an unravelled mayhem in pandemonium her shouts. were more like pleading between herself and whom appeared a fragment of a nightmare her crying. lasted for hours all through the night when she stopped it was only the crying that stopped I was the intruder there was a silence in ward 14 I wanted anything but a silence to think think think looking at her sleeping form I wonder what she wanted to forget but no silence is louder than words I was told I could go home I should have wanted to but there was a safeness a safeness like me security from outside as I walked away the weight of eyes made me sink into a guilt that I dare not look back at ward 14

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He was just completing the drying up after tea when he heard a murmuring from the hallway. The sound of the voice made him listen over the chatter of the early evening radio. One of the girls read a story, a bedtime story. He listened. It was about two bears, part of the usual get ready for bed routine; pyjamas, supper, teeth, bed, story, prayers, nighty-night. He went to the bottom step on the stairs. They were on the third page now. Mum sat on the stairs, knees up, hands under chin, elbows in lap. She smiled down at Dad while their fifteen year old daughter read, her voice became more animated as the story progressed. They both listened to the end and made play by pretending to have fallen asleep. He was now sitting beside his wife as the story ended. It was now their other daughters turn to read one of her favourites. About a Tiger. It had been a long time. A long time since those books were opened, a long time since they we're read aloud and that reading aloud unlocked memories, a warm sense of routine, familiarity and the safeness it brought at the end of a long day when everyone was ready to rest. This was also a new time now. Their girls reading their old bedtime stories. It felt to him like an echo of that past, yet another stage had been reached; they were growing up too fast.

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC

jim-sheeran

They're reading their own stories now...

He was just completing the drying up after tea when he heard a murmuring from the hallway. The sound of the voice made him listen over the chatter of the early evening radio. One of the girls read a story, a bedtime story. He listened. It was about two bears, part of the usual get ready for bed routine; pyjamas, supper, teeth, bed, story, prayers, nighty-night. He went to the bottom step on the stairs. They were on the third page now. Mum sat on the stairs, knees up, hands under chin, elbows in lap. She smiled down at Dad while their fifteen year old daughter read, her voice became more animated as the story progressed. They both listened to the end and made play by pretending to have fallen asleep. He was now sitting beside his wife as the story ended. It was now their other daughters turn to read one of her favourites. About a Tiger. It had been a long time. A long time since those books were opened, a long time since they we're read aloud and that reading aloud unlocked memories, a warm sense of routine, familiarity and the safeness it brought at the end of a long day when everyone was ready to rest. This was also a new time now. Their girls reading their old bedtime stories. It felt to him like an echo of that past, yet another stage had been reached; they were growing up too fast.

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To answer your question, Yes. It never left me. It sits patiently at the sidelines on sunny days. It doesn't fight formy attention. It doesn't book off days in my calender. It smiles when I smile. It laughs when I laugh. It knows that all It has to do Is wait for the overcast. A ceiling of clouds closing in on me. Day after day, the raindrops won't come. Each grey morning looks a little darker than the last. Until, atlast: The first tear hits the ground. And It is there, immediately. Offering escape. At first, I'll refuse. "Never again." I meant what I said. I will not break my promise. But as the hours go by, It becomes more obvious. The rain does not want to let up. And there It is, Reminding me of Its offer of solution. It promises that Its affections are just as strong as always. I want to pull away, But I can't deny the safeness that calls to me, Awaiting beneath the umbrella. The calmness I feel spreading from the burn where It grips my skin. The storm passes, Leaving nothing but a colourful mess to clean up. I don't expect you to understand. But then again, I don't expect you to find out. "Never again." I'd meant what I said. But it's so easy to think that It will never hurt you. Not the way It hurts me when all I have is loneliness for company. So, to answer your question, Yes. And if you ever bothered to check, you'd see. It forever waits on my company. It laughs when I laugh. It cries when I cry. But maybe It would give up and leave, If you too never left my side.

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Apr 17, 2012

Apr 17, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC

freak

Overcast

To answer your question, Yes. It never left me. It sits patiently at the sidelines on sunny days. It doesn't fight formy attention. It doesn't book off days in my calender. It smiles when I smile. It laughs when I laugh. It knows that all It has to do Is wait for the overcast. A ceiling of clouds closing in on me. Day after day, the raindrops won't come. Each grey morning looks a little darker than the last. Until, atlast: The first tear hits the ground. And It is there, immediately. Offering escape. At first, I'll refuse. "Never again." I meant what I said. I will not break my promise. But as the hours go by, It becomes more obvious. The rain does not want to let up. And there It is, Reminding me of Its offer of solution. It promises that Its affections are just as strong as always. I want to pull away, But I can't deny the safeness that calls to me, Awaiting beneath the umbrella. The calmness I feel spreading from the burn where It grips my skin. The storm passes, Leaving nothing but a colourful mess to clean up. I don't expect you to understand. But then again, I don't expect you to find out. "Never again." I'd meant what I said. But it's so easy to think that It will never hurt you. Not the way It hurts me when all I have is loneliness for company. So, to answer your question, Yes. And if you ever bothered to check, you'd see. It forever waits on my company. It laughs when I laugh. It cries when I cry. But maybe It would give up and leave, If you too never left my side.

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Legs quiver Hands tremble I'm waiting for you to deliver I'm soaking Pressing your head into my chest Biting my stomach and thighs Please don't judge I'm looking a mess I'm begging now Please Don't stop Harder faster deeper I feel I'm about to pop No stop! Why would you do that I hate being on top Not a **** angle But wait It feels oh so good I hear you Your breathing I can tell you like this steady grind Roll me over Finishing this night Now were snug I feel the safeness in your heartbeat

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Jan 4, 2012

Jan 4, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC

brittany-comer

Bellow the belt

Legs quiver Hands tremble I'm waiting for you to deliver I'm soaking Pressing your head into my chest Biting my stomach and thighs Please don't judge I'm looking a mess I'm begging now Please Don't stop Harder faster deeper I feel I'm about to pop No stop! Why would you do that I hate being on top Not a **** angle But wait It feels oh so good I hear you Your breathing I can tell you like this steady grind Roll me over Finishing this night Now were snug I feel the safeness in your heartbeat

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The threat of relapse is always on my mind, Its a dream, And a wish, To go back to that "safeness" that I once felt. I miss it, But I push it to the back of my mind, And struggle up the mountain, Until I reach the top.

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Jan 7, 2014

Jan 7, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC

my-love

Struggle

The threat of relapse is always on my mind, Its a dream, And a wish, To go back to that "safeness" that I once felt. I miss it, But I push it to the back of my mind, And struggle up the mountain, Until I reach the top.

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I feel the snowflakes In early July Covering the streets Shading my eyes in It's sleet Snowflakes and sun Beating down on bare backs Beaches filled with Laughing bodies Still there is a corner Where a small pale girl Looks out onto the ocean Wishing to feel the sun To feel the warmth Of anything Snow tends to pile up Rain can make it more Dreary Haven't felt the safeness Of the only light In the sky For quite some time It worries me to know That even if it is 80 degrees I'm neck deep In ice crystals

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Jul 10, 2013

Jul 10, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC

herenow

December July

I feel the snowflakes In early July Covering the streets Shading my eyes in It's sleet Snowflakes and sun Beating down on bare backs Beaches filled with Laughing bodies Still there is a corner Where a small pale girl Looks out onto the ocean Wishing to feel the sun To feel the warmth Of anything Snow tends to pile up Rain can make it more Dreary Haven't felt the safeness Of the only light In the sky For quite some time It worries me to know That even if it is 80 degrees I'm neck deep In ice crystals

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How dark is the night On which my body Lies, watching the stars above Drown in the sky. I slip my body into his arms; only Now can I drift to sleep, in safeness and in warmth, Glowing inwards out as he holds me tight.

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Mar 19, 2012

Mar 19, 2012 at 8:19 PM UTC

kelly-lloyd

Holding: An Acrostic

How dark is the night On which my body Lies, watching the stars above Drown in the sky. I slip my body into his arms; only Now can I drift to sleep, in safeness and in warmth, Glowing inwards out as he holds me tight.

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In still frames and photographs, I still see your eyes light up, they're not faded like today. I see you vibrant and laughing, a sweet grin as you say my name, "Stop sweetie, I don't look good." You mumbled, and I begged to differ, felt my hands shiver, You always looked good... With your long hair in a bun, that white sweater of mine- was way too big, the way it always wrapped you in the scent of my cologne, the safeness of home, and the way you giggled as I pretended you were a delicious truffle, playfully as if I were a pig, and lovingly nibbled your ear. Back when "you" were still here. And then you began to drift, across an impasse, a weight too heavy for me to lift. and you spun your golden feathers, across time and space, drug induced and broken, a shattered masterpiece, your life: a waste.

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May 8, 2017

May 8, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC

david-montgomery

In still frames ( Back when you were still here )

In still frames and photographs, I still see your eyes light up, they're not faded like today. I see you vibrant and laughing, a sweet grin as you say my name, "Stop sweetie, I don't look good." You mumbled, and I begged to differ, felt my hands shiver, You always looked good... With your long hair in a bun, that white sweater of mine- was way too big, the way it always wrapped you in the scent of my cologne, the safeness of home, and the way you giggled as I pretended you were a delicious truffle, playfully as if I were a pig, and lovingly nibbled your ear. Back when "you" were still here. And then you began to drift, across an impasse, a weight too heavy for me to lift. and you spun your golden feathers, across time and space, drug induced and broken, a shattered masterpiece, your life: a waste.

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Heights. I used to be scared of heights, Tarver. But when I'm with you, I happen not to be. I must have gotten used to your presence— it lifts me up to the skies. It must have been the meaning of safeness, security precisely defined in your arms. It must have been our hands, perfectly clasped like two human hearts stitched by a destructive surgeon. Fingers that walked with me in the zenith of all mountains the cliff by the streets the bay walk's beam and every single ledge we wandered on, where you didn't hold aback to watch me fall. So Tarver, I didn't fall for you. It seems like you were the one who did that for me.

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Oct 24, 2015

Oct 24, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC

seekingsunsets

you tried to save him

Heights. I used to be scared of heights, Tarver. But when I'm with you, I happen not to be. I must have gotten used to your presence— it lifts me up to the skies. It must have been the meaning of safeness, security precisely defined in your arms. It must have been our hands, perfectly clasped like two human hearts stitched by a destructive surgeon. Fingers that walked with me in the zenith of all mountains the cliff by the streets the bay walk's beam and every single ledge we wandered on, where you didn't hold aback to watch me fall. So Tarver, I didn't fall for you. It seems like you were the one who did that for me.

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"Trust in The Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding" I consider myself a rational person And as the label mentions A rational person Rationalizes. I tend to get confused The state of mind over matter And question existence And panic. Thoughts invade Conquer And rule My every member. But within my panic I stop And pick up a book And turn to Proverbs 3:5 And like that My mind rationalizes Safeness In my saviors arms.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC

my-love

Proverbs 3:5

"Trust in The Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding" I consider myself a rational person And as the label mentions A rational person Rationalizes. I tend to get confused The state of mind over matter And question existence And panic. Thoughts invade Conquer And rule My every member. But within my panic I stop And pick up a book And turn to Proverbs 3:5 And like that My mind rationalizes Safeness In my saviors arms.

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This guy I know The one most important The one no longer there Looks have been interchanged Words have been spoken This guy I know The one who smiles so cheerfully The one whose eyes sparkle Layers have been peeled off Secrets have been exchanged This guy I know The one whose hugs give warmth The one whose touch electrifies Feelings have surpassed Emotions have intensified This guy I know The one who will lend a hand The one who will listen Safeness always present Never turning backs This guy I know The one who inspires change The one always there

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Sep 30, 2011

Sep 30, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC

maria-paula-alvarez

This guy I know

This guy I know The one most important The one no longer there Looks have been interchanged Words have been spoken This guy I know The one who smiles so cheerfully The one whose eyes sparkle Layers have been peeled off Secrets have been exchanged This guy I know The one whose hugs give warmth The one whose touch electrifies Feelings have surpassed Emotions have intensified This guy I know The one who will lend a hand The one who will listen Safeness always present Never turning backs This guy I know The one who inspires change The one always there

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there is a safeness in not caring, but also a comfort in caring

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Apr 26, 2016

Apr 26, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC

lucidpetal

thats just how it is i guess

there is a safeness in not caring, but also a comfort in caring

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Can you love me when I am but fuel to the fire Can you love me when I am a hurricane ripping out the flowers you planted for me When I am 100 mph on a back road, throwing dust into ecstasy Can you love me when you come home to find me lying on the ground because the gravity of my situation has reached its lowest point Can you love me when I am vacant and need your attention Can you show me your attention when you are busy Can you love me when my mind is racing from one obstacle to the next Can you remind me that everything will be alright Can you love me in silence When words do not fit the circumstance When I just need to be held in the safeness of your arms Can you love me still when I am gone When my feet wander out the door, when they do this reluctantly When you think I won't ever return Can you love me in hopes that I will Can you love me again Because I'm on my way back home

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC

drunkenstate

On My Way Back

Can you love me when I am but fuel to the fire Can you love me when I am a hurricane ripping out the flowers you planted for me When I am 100 mph on a back road, throwing dust into ecstasy Can you love me when you come home to find me lying on the ground because the gravity of my situation has reached its lowest point Can you love me when I am vacant and need your attention Can you show me your attention when you are busy Can you love me when my mind is racing from one obstacle to the next Can you remind me that everything will be alright Can you love me in silence When words do not fit the circumstance When I just need to be held in the safeness of your arms Can you love me still when I am gone When my feet wander out the door, when they do this reluctantly When you think I won't ever return Can you love me in hopes that I will Can you love me again Because I'm on my way back home

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Baby I think I have the power Let us heal Let us be whole Let us talk our selves into existence by being great By becoming undestroyed by what has been the greatest creation You are magic and I will not alter my perception of you by making you less because of your choices You are greater than what you do to other people You are you and your vibrations are mighty They are not on my wavelength and that is why they scar me But the battle is not defeated it has been signed in a peaceful treaty where we split the treasure The treasure being us completely We can now reclaim ourselves by leaving this comfortable war The safeness must end and we must face what we fear most The raw us . We must discover the cravesses of our flaws and embrace them how we embraced eachother We are not monsters we are light And I’m going to write about what you have unlocked within my brain The system of my mind has been broken by your manifestos of who I am I must take your mighty text and write my own manifestos of who I am and through this I will heal By myself I love you eternally It started with beautiful words with the rebirth Let it Rest In Peace with beautiful words too , because above all this safe haven was contentment Goodbye my forever spirit My always energy I swear to always hover around you with light and to guide you on your journey with the love I have gifted you

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC

mahdiya-patel

Goodbye forever

Baby I think I have the power Let us heal Let us be whole Let us talk our selves into existence by being great By becoming undestroyed by what has been the greatest creation You are magic and I will not alter my perception of you by making you less because of your choices You are greater than what you do to other people You are you and your vibrations are mighty They are not on my wavelength and that is why they scar me But the battle is not defeated it has been signed in a peaceful treaty where we split the treasure The treasure being us completely We can now reclaim ourselves by leaving this comfortable war The safeness must end and we must face what we fear most The raw us . We must discover the cravesses of our flaws and embrace them how we embraced eachother We are not monsters we are light And I’m going to write about what you have unlocked within my brain The system of my mind has been broken by your manifestos of who I am I must take your mighty text and write my own manifestos of who I am and through this I will heal By myself I love you eternally It started with beautiful words with the rebirth Let it Rest In Peace with beautiful words too , because above all this safe haven was contentment Goodbye my forever spirit My always energy I swear to always hover around you with light and to guide you on your journey with the love I have gifted you

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The belief she told me hurts The wrongness of the wilderness moves me The winter blend rounds me to our nostalgia Painted eyes, Beauty roses, safeness guarded by painted eyes Balloon strings tie us to the paradise city Flowed us to a sitting garden of what we once were Time ticks and sand licks the ground Shadows deepen and the monster peels away Beauty is sacrificing the petals can't dance to what they once were My melody is so unsafe and may ties break To the nostalgia of the innocence wakes The blue skies break, flows in the shadows of grey So long my childish ways

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC

lei-ryce

Ride into Far away Eyes

The belief she told me hurts The wrongness of the wilderness moves me The winter blend rounds me to our nostalgia Painted eyes, Beauty roses, safeness guarded by painted eyes Balloon strings tie us to the paradise city Flowed us to a sitting garden of what we once were Time ticks and sand licks the ground Shadows deepen and the monster peels away Beauty is sacrificing the petals can't dance to what they once were My melody is so unsafe and may ties break To the nostalgia of the innocence wakes The blue skies break, flows in the shadows of grey So long my childish ways

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"Tickets tickets tickets" Enticing the buyers to Observe you To speculate your insecurities on the stage To bring you smirks , since your mind seems to forget what is happiness... There you gaze into bright lights of never ending tunnel. All eyes gazing on you , all ears appeal to you . Mouth raging to ignite their movements. Hands clasp together, ready to make beats for your amusement... You do what is best . Natural calling . But tonight , there she was .... Her lips entice you to come in, To taste her grievances of a broken heart. To sew the broken patches of her soul. To hear the safeness of your vocal mind. You want her . You adore her.. But you can't please her Gulp gulp your throat.... Don't mind her , let her go ..... The show must go on .... She will leave those doors into the never ending light you gazed at on stage...

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC

nicoleJcorea

Puppet Show

"Tickets tickets tickets" Enticing the buyers to Observe you To speculate your insecurities on the stage To bring you smirks , since your mind seems to forget what is happiness... There you gaze into bright lights of never ending tunnel. All eyes gazing on you , all ears appeal to you . Mouth raging to ignite their movements. Hands clasp together, ready to make beats for your amusement... You do what is best . Natural calling . But tonight , there she was .... Her lips entice you to come in, To taste her grievances of a broken heart. To sew the broken patches of her soul. To hear the safeness of your vocal mind. You want her . You adore her.. But you can't please her Gulp gulp your throat.... Don't mind her , let her go ..... The show must go on .... She will leave those doors into the never ending light you gazed at on stage...

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Its locked Its wrapped in this little tight sealed saran wrapped bundle gentle velvet red in color..if you needed a visual image heart shaped and safe its the shape and structure of LOVE a feeling of safeness and intrigue a feeling of fear and security at the same time you want it..and you need it every time you feel it beats skip hearts drop hearts rise trust engulfs lost trust it starts tapped phones with eyes of jealousy trust falls serious conversations faith is dead I wanted truth but truth was buried deep lost in a sea of lies a sea of I love you’s a vast and seemingly full ocean of deep seeded passion where do you go from here? you love..but hate you want and need for them to stop change them you definitely have control more lies this time to yourself you've lost control this situation is unsolvable leave them before your heart falls yet again its the fuel of the hunt the feel of the rise and fall the addiction that calls itself love that disguises itself with happy thoughts and ideas leave them… you cant. you have to. if you don't you will die inside a little more.. every day you wait for change nothing changes if you don’t change it **** heartbreak. **** you. **** her. **** everything. **** love.

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Oct 12, 2015

Oct 12, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC

tedh415

Hearts Breaking

Its locked Its wrapped in this little tight sealed saran wrapped bundle gentle velvet red in color..if you needed a visual image heart shaped and safe its the shape and structure of LOVE a feeling of safeness and intrigue a feeling of fear and security at the same time you want it..and you need it every time you feel it beats skip hearts drop hearts rise trust engulfs lost trust it starts tapped phones with eyes of jealousy trust falls serious conversations faith is dead I wanted truth but truth was buried deep lost in a sea of lies a sea of I love you’s a vast and seemingly full ocean of deep seeded passion where do you go from here? you love..but hate you want and need for them to stop change them you definitely have control more lies this time to yourself you've lost control this situation is unsolvable leave them before your heart falls yet again its the fuel of the hunt the feel of the rise and fall the addiction that calls itself love that disguises itself with happy thoughts and ideas leave them… you cant. you have to. if you don't you will die inside a little more.. every day you wait for change nothing changes if you don’t change it **** heartbreak. **** you. **** her. **** everything. **** love.

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Whenever there’s a storm, And I hear the rain pour, As the wind blows, I’m reminded of the coziness of home. That feeling of safeness, A place to hide from the darkness, When it seems hopeless, A bed for your tiredness. Though I know, Not everyone has a home, Or one that is safe, One without pain, So I feel empathy, For those who may not be, Lucky like me. As I write these words, I hear you, And I’ll hold you, In a tight hug. It’ll be okay! The storms aren’t here to stay. Even though the winds may blow, You can find a home.

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Mar 4, 2025

Mar 4, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC

ReeceAE

Shorter Poem #12 "Storm"

Whenever there’s a storm, And I hear the rain pour, As the wind blows, I’m reminded of the coziness of home. That feeling of safeness, A place to hide from the darkness, When it seems hopeless, A bed for your tiredness. Though I know, Not everyone has a home, Or one that is safe, One without pain, So I feel empathy, For those who may not be, Lucky like me. As I write these words, I hear you, And I’ll hold you, In a tight hug. It’ll be okay! The storms aren’t here to stay. Even though the winds may blow, You can find a home.

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I was gaseous infant, then liquid child, from that was born solid youth. Now I am fragile, a crumbling adult watching it all solidifying faster than past can hold. I am learning to know myself, but I don't want it to be so, I'd rather revert back to a liquid, free-flowing, and happy. Gas gave me trust, but he burned it, set it all ablaze. As liquid I was free to roam as I wanted, I'd become aloof, distant, lying to myself unknowingly. He was two matters; between gas and solid, his hands warmed my structure and I'd be gas once more. Clues dashed upon variables, broken and tired from naive effort, he wasn't matter at all, though he mimicked it. He was sublimation, an anomaly in love with itself. When I learned to stay as liquid, my gases coalesced around objects I could reach. Constants amidst a frequency of unknowables, I'd feel more than see. School, it was a warm place, there I could remain as liquid wanted to be, free and uncontained. Filling in what I was given, I latched onto any chance to forget the coming fear. Drops of that prior state dribbled as I left one safeness to the next unsafety.

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC

leroy-j-harris

Trapped in a bottle

I was gaseous infant, then liquid child, from that was born solid youth. Now I am fragile, a crumbling adult watching it all solidifying faster than past can hold. I am learning to know myself, but I don't want it to be so, I'd rather revert back to a liquid, free-flowing, and happy. Gas gave me trust, but he burned it, set it all ablaze. As liquid I was free to roam as I wanted, I'd become aloof, distant, lying to myself unknowingly. He was two matters; between gas and solid, his hands warmed my structure and I'd be gas once more. Clues dashed upon variables, broken and tired from naive effort, he wasn't matter at all, though he mimicked it. He was sublimation, an anomaly in love with itself. When I learned to stay as liquid, my gases coalesced around objects I could reach. Constants amidst a frequency of unknowables, I'd feel more than see. School, it was a warm place, there I could remain as liquid wanted to be, free and uncontained. Filling in what I was given, I latched onto any chance to forget the coming fear. Drops of that prior state dribbled as I left one safeness to the next unsafety.

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