"sentimentalist" poems - Hello Poetry

What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and stars beneath his feet -- - A sage that is but kith and kin With the comedian Capuchin? Believe me rather that am wise In disregard of the divine, A glory kindles in those eyes Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine! No more be tears in moon or mist For thee, sweet sentimentalist.

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James Joyce

What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon

What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and stars beneath his feet -- - A sage that is but kith and kin With the comedian Capuchin? Believe me rather that am wise In disregard of the divine, A glory kindles in those eyes Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine! No more be tears in moon or mist For thee, sweet sentimentalist.

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I heard I could tie all my veins and arteries together and they would circle the earth so I thought if we laced ours together we could reach the moon and watch stars blaze like one hundred billion cigarettes in the dark skinny dip through purple orange green supernova explosions curl up in a crater and watch the world spin like a cumbersome ballerina then we’d dive back down from the moon to the mothership and unbraid our veins, separating mine from yours. But without those vascular knots we’d start drifting apart just like Pangaea. We’d both begin forgetting how we ballroom danced through constellations together how our fingertips wrinkled like walnuts outside the atmosphere how we sunbathed under the incandescence of blue supergiants

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC

bmore

Space Camp for the Sentimentalist

I heard I could tie all my veins and arteries together and they would circle the earth so I thought if we laced ours together we could reach the moon and watch stars blaze like one hundred billion cigarettes in the dark skinny dip through purple orange green supernova explosions curl up in a crater and watch the world spin like a cumbersome ballerina then we’d dive back down from the moon to the mothership and unbraid our veins, separating mine from yours. But without those vascular knots we’d start drifting apart just like Pangaea. We’d both begin forgetting how we ballroom danced through constellations together how our fingertips wrinkled like walnuts outside the atmosphere how we sunbathed under the incandescence of blue supergiants

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Dearest Darling, I’m writing this for you because every ounce of breath you take is a representation of how many times you’ve taken my breath away. Although you may not see and I may be biased you are the greatest being that has every roamed these grounds in this generation. You are a magnificent piece of madness and I love you. Me being a hopeless romantic and a sentimentalist, doesn't mean that I’m good at expressing my fondness for you. I treasure every moment I have with you because these moments are the ones that bring me back to reality when my mind is clouded with darkness. You are the only one who truly knows me and hasn’t ran away. I am still amazed that you are still here with me. Hand in Hand, Heart to heart. It is just you, me versus the world. I will always be with you.. So, when the cold starts to come and you just need a place to be warm come on closer for it feels like home. I can’t wait for the experiences to come and the adventure that awaits us. It is funny how much I can miss you for I never deemed it possible until it happened. You have showed me how enjoyable life is. I used to think that I could get by in this world alone, but you showed me that it didn’t have to be that way. You showed me that together we are stronger. Onlookers will give us disgusting looks but we know that they are just jealous. I will always be here for you. You can put the blame on me and I will always forgive you, because I value our friendship more than the little actions that would be considered unacceptable and friendship breakers by others. I know that life treats you unfairly sometimes, but I will always stand by you. Even in your darkest hour. These words on this page do not even come close to justifying my feelings for you. These words are as perfectly imperfect as me and I hope that it is enough for I only have these words to trade for your love. Kiss me hardy, Merry Christmas!!!

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May 29, 2018

May 29, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC

barker

Just Thinking About You

Dearest Darling, I’m writing this for you because every ounce of breath you take is a representation of how many times you’ve taken my breath away. Although you may not see and I may be biased you are the greatest being that has every roamed these grounds in this generation. You are a magnificent piece of madness and I love you. Me being a hopeless romantic and a sentimentalist, doesn't mean that I’m good at expressing my fondness for you. I treasure every moment I have with you because these moments are the ones that bring me back to reality when my mind is clouded with darkness. You are the only one who truly knows me and hasn’t ran away. I am still amazed that you are still here with me. Hand in Hand, Heart to heart. It is just you, me versus the world. I will always be with you.. So, when the cold starts to come and you just need a place to be warm come on closer for it feels like home. I can’t wait for the experiences to come and the adventure that awaits us. It is funny how much I can miss you for I never deemed it possible until it happened. You have showed me how enjoyable life is. I used to think that I could get by in this world alone, but you showed me that it didn’t have to be that way. You showed me that together we are stronger. Onlookers will give us disgusting looks but we know that they are just jealous. I will always be here for you. You can put the blame on me and I will always forgive you, because I value our friendship more than the little actions that would be considered unacceptable and friendship breakers by others. I know that life treats you unfairly sometimes, but I will always stand by you. Even in your darkest hour. These words on this page do not even come close to justifying my feelings for you. These words are as perfectly imperfect as me and I hope that it is enough for I only have these words to trade for your love. Kiss me hardy, Merry Christmas!!!

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As long as I have been able to, I have written when I felt pain. The longer I wrote, the deeper I was able to delve into my own mind. As I began to question my world more, I began to write on a daily basis; developing a pattern in which I could healthily express myself. Eventually, I began to fall in love, and as love often does, it gave me a strength I could not have imagined I possessed. I had found a Muse. A woman with whom I found no faults I could not overlook. An individual I wanted to spend my life with. She became the reason I wrote. She was the fire that burned stronger than a million dreams. She began to encompass the entire scope of all that I could ever hope or dream. It was because of her that I gained the confidence I desperately needed to be myself. It was because of her I gained the knowledge to voice my wants and needs and become the man I sought to be. With my Muse I took the power she gave me and shared it with her. We basked together in the joy and hope of the free, swimming an ocean filled with dreams of a future that most likely will never come. The sentimentalist within me still holds an ember of that reality, a single passionate light that reminds me of a simple, beautiful time. My Muse has left me for another poet; my dreams have left me for another man. Now it is time I leave too. Leave the man I once was, the identity that fell in love with the girl of his dreams. It is time I seize control of the future I want, the one I need. I am my own man now. Thank-you for all that you have shown me, my once beautiful muse of 2013.

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC

ConscienceFalls

Conscience Falls

As long as I have been able to, I have written when I felt pain. The longer I wrote, the deeper I was able to delve into my own mind. As I began to question my world more, I began to write on a daily basis; developing a pattern in which I could healthily express myself. Eventually, I began to fall in love, and as love often does, it gave me a strength I could not have imagined I possessed. I had found a Muse. A woman with whom I found no faults I could not overlook. An individual I wanted to spend my life with. She became the reason I wrote. She was the fire that burned stronger than a million dreams. She began to encompass the entire scope of all that I could ever hope or dream. It was because of her that I gained the confidence I desperately needed to be myself. It was because of her I gained the knowledge to voice my wants and needs and become the man I sought to be. With my Muse I took the power she gave me and shared it with her. We basked together in the joy and hope of the free, swimming an ocean filled with dreams of a future that most likely will never come. The sentimentalist within me still holds an ember of that reality, a single passionate light that reminds me of a simple, beautiful time. My Muse has left me for another poet; my dreams have left me for another man. Now it is time I leave too. Leave the man I once was, the identity that fell in love with the girl of his dreams. It is time I seize control of the future I want, the one I need. I am my own man now. Thank-you for all that you have shown me, my once beautiful muse of 2013.

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"there are two people you'll meet in your life. one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight down to the parts of you that pique their interest. the other will take their time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them the most. You'll meet these two people; its a given. its the third that youll never see coming. that one person who not only finishes your sentences, but also keeps the whole book" i believe i am a sentimentalist at romance, and given the chance ill look for love in stolen glances, unfinished sentences, and knowing how you like your coffee. and im not saying my heart has found its place in love with you, but ruling out the possibility of love with you.. im willing to close off all bets & go down in flames all for you. you are my third person, my finished sentence, and i am your library. you can choose any book off my shelf and ill gladly read it to you.

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Jul 20, 2018

Jul 20, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC

cjf

read

"there are two people you'll meet in your life. one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight down to the parts of you that pique their interest. the other will take their time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them the most. You'll meet these two people; its a given. its the third that youll never see coming. that one person who not only finishes your sentences, but also keeps the whole book" i believe i am a sentimentalist at romance, and given the chance ill look for love in stolen glances, unfinished sentences, and knowing how you like your coffee. and im not saying my heart has found its place in love with you, but ruling out the possibility of love with you.. im willing to close off all bets & go down in flames all for you. you are my third person, my finished sentence, and i am your library. you can choose any book off my shelf and ill gladly read it to you.

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When I feel something, I just take a stab at it. Like a 1-2 motion, To make the most damage In the least amount of time. I want to draw blood And make it last because I’d rather feel that than nothing. I think you could call me A ********* Or maybe a sentimentalist. Whichever you prefer.

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC

juliannapoems

*********

When I feel something, I just take a stab at it. Like a 1-2 motion, To make the most damage In the least amount of time. I want to draw blood And make it last because I’d rather feel that than nothing. I think you could call me A ********* Or maybe a sentimentalist. Whichever you prefer.

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Freedom from my mind This is why I write for Fancy words are for the academic Rhymes are for the educated ear Or the musician Poems are for the romantics and the sentimentalist Words and a paper Are meant for the caged bird Dreams of flying I portray in my words This is the way I survive Emotions, feelings Crying and laughter Play on the background of my notes

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Jan 19, 2017

Jan 19, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC

cristy-sesma

labyrinth

Freedom from my mind This is why I write for Fancy words are for the academic Rhymes are for the educated ear Or the musician Poems are for the romantics and the sentimentalist Words and a paper Are meant for the caged bird Dreams of flying I portray in my words This is the way I survive Emotions, feelings Crying and laughter Play on the background of my notes

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