"samira" poems - Hello Poetry

In the fields of loneliness, my lips touch grace, my tongue speaks love. Night time triggers loss, A stolen kiss disappears into the black of evenings sorrow. Halted breath. Staggers heart. Sweet desire. In the folds of loneliness, I wait for morning, so I can breathe again. Samira Wyld #AWyldLoveNote

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Jul 4, 2017

Jul 4, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC

SamiraWyld

SWEET DESIRE

In the fields of loneliness, my lips touch grace, my tongue speaks love. Night time triggers loss, A stolen kiss disappears into the black of evenings sorrow. Halted breath. Staggers heart. Sweet desire. In the folds of loneliness, I wait for morning, so I can breathe again. Samira Wyld #AWyldLoveNote

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On a painted dream, my weathered heart made love against the pane of broken glass. Crushed velvet held in a tight grip, hugged me from the inside out, drowning in the barbed water of discontent. Languishing beneath the tree of hope, nothing more than desires end to mock, and ridicule. Despair gracious, not in its wisdom, but in its remorse. Dear lover, I am not broken, Nor is the earth that supports my aching frame of strong bones. Each one may snap, and snap again, until the limbs become flesh ridden bones, falling, into the sea, where the light is, where the peace is. Come join me on this painted dream... Samira Wyld #AWyldLoveNote

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Jul 4, 2017

Jul 4, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC

SamiraWyld

PAINTED DREAM

On a painted dream, my weathered heart made love against the pane of broken glass. Crushed velvet held in a tight grip, hugged me from the inside out, drowning in the barbed water of discontent. Languishing beneath the tree of hope, nothing more than desires end to mock, and ridicule. Despair gracious, not in its wisdom, but in its remorse. Dear lover, I am not broken, Nor is the earth that supports my aching frame of strong bones. Each one may snap, and snap again, until the limbs become flesh ridden bones, falling, into the sea, where the light is, where the peace is. Come join me on this painted dream... Samira Wyld #AWyldLoveNote

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She said "I miss the old Samira, the funny Samira". I thought about who I use to be, smirked & laughed on the inside. I whispered to myself "She didn't even really know who "the old" Samira was & this "funny Samira" had a hard time laughing when she was alone. Today, Samira is her own best friend & she finds peace in stating "I don't need peoples approval who never even knew who I really was". If you see change in someone, maybe they stopped caring about what you thought and decided to live for them only for the time being. Hopefully that time Being is for the rest of their life.

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Jul 29, 2017

Jul 29, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC

SamiraWrites

Embrace Change.

She said "I miss the old Samira, the funny Samira". I thought about who I use to be, smirked & laughed on the inside. I whispered to myself "She didn't even really know who "the old" Samira was & this "funny Samira" had a hard time laughing when she was alone. Today, Samira is her own best friend & she finds peace in stating "I don't need peoples approval who never even knew who I really was". If you see change in someone, maybe they stopped caring about what you thought and decided to live for them only for the time being. Hopefully that time Being is for the rest of their life.

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Today Is the day, That the light Will bright Over it might. A day like today, A baby as cute as a doll Was seeing light For the first time in the night In the arms of Mrs Samira A day like today, The only popular words In the house of Mrs Samira Was”barkamu da daadin Kai ” A day like today A baby was identified In the family as Zeeya. A day like today, A celebration was made On her existence And today, A celebration is made On her maturity.

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Oct 26, 2020

Oct 26, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC

AliMariam215

“Age With Grace”

Today Is the day, That the light Will bright Over it might. A day like today, A baby as cute as a doll Was seeing light For the first time in the night In the arms of Mrs Samira A day like today, The only popular words In the house of Mrs Samira Was”barkamu da daadin Kai ” A day like today A baby was identified In the family as Zeeya. A day like today, A celebration was made On her existence And today, A celebration is made On her maturity.

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