"sourrounded" poems - Hello Poetry

Alice has Been broken up with Constantly on the first Date because the Elligible bachelors make her Fail to Give a good first impression Heaven knows In time she’ll learn how to Jonas wants to live a Keynote moment with a special Lady even if she’s Mad because to him Nothing is working Out the way it should Presently the universe is producing Quietly Alice and Jonas’ Relationship Sunday morning They met Under the pouring rain sourrounded by animals Vows Were soon exchanged Xanax was needed to calm down Alice that day You should know that today they are taking their kid to a Zoo where they first met

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC

alexia-cote

From A to Z

Alice has Been broken up with Constantly on the first Date because the Elligible bachelors make her Fail to Give a good first impression Heaven knows In time she’ll learn how to Jonas wants to live a Keynote moment with a special Lady even if she’s Mad because to him Nothing is working Out the way it should Presently the universe is producing Quietly Alice and Jonas’ Relationship Sunday morning They met Under the pouring rain sourrounded by animals Vows Were soon exchanged Xanax was needed to calm down Alice that day You should know that today they are taking their kid to a Zoo where they first met

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When your cigarette doesn't ash and the cherry keeps on burning, and the way the smoke looks when it's lost it's way in the air, and how people inhale the fumes like oxygen even though they know it's killing them. The look of tears flowing from your eyes that match the red ribbons flowing out of your wrist, and the look of healed scars, and how behind each one there's a story that might never be told. Empty people sourrounded by empty ***** bottles, and the way the alcohol burns their throats, but they keep on drinking it anyways. The dead looks in people's eye when they're advoiding something they don't want to talk about, and the way screams feels when they crawl up your neck. The way the moon hides behind the clouds because it too cries sometimes and wants to be alone. Old photographs that show your process of losing your inncocence,and your process of slowly dying. The sharp keys on the piano and how the piercing noise hurts your ears and rings in the air. The feeling of letting go. Old heartbreaking love letters. The calls for help no one really hears. The feeling of kisses when they really don't mean anything other than you're lonely. The clock that makes every sinking second sitting in the hospital room feel like decades. The way I can find beauty in everything around me, but I can't seem to find an ounce of beauty in myself.

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC

ehxnry

Things I Find Beautiful.

When your cigarette doesn't ash and the cherry keeps on burning, and the way the smoke looks when it's lost it's way in the air, and how people inhale the fumes like oxygen even though they know it's killing them. The look of tears flowing from your eyes that match the red ribbons flowing out of your wrist, and the look of healed scars, and how behind each one there's a story that might never be told. Empty people sourrounded by empty ***** bottles, and the way the alcohol burns their throats, but they keep on drinking it anyways. The dead looks in people's eye when they're advoiding something they don't want to talk about, and the way screams feels when they crawl up your neck. The way the moon hides behind the clouds because it too cries sometimes and wants to be alone. Old photographs that show your process of losing your inncocence,and your process of slowly dying. The sharp keys on the piano and how the piercing noise hurts your ears and rings in the air. The feeling of letting go. Old heartbreaking love letters. The calls for help no one really hears. The feeling of kisses when they really don't mean anything other than you're lonely. The clock that makes every sinking second sitting in the hospital room feel like decades. The way I can find beauty in everything around me, but I can't seem to find an ounce of beauty in myself.

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I'm lonely... I'm lonely in a world full of people I'm watching the grey sky outside I need to get out, to be sourrounded by people, to feel less lonely I'm intreoverted but I need people I want to drink a beer in a bar full of people, to study them, to be able to see every line in their face, to analize their clothes, to imagine things and scenarios about them, to make them be a part of my own world. strangers are my family, my friends, my lovers. I don't want anybody to talk to me, I want to listen to the voices in my head and hear their thoughts They would say: that man can't be your lover, he's waiting for his girlfriend, that girl can't be your girlfriend, you wouldn't like her perfume, taht woman has too big hands to caress you... and at the end of the night I return to my bed still lonely wondering if there would be a time when I won't be... lonely

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Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC

May55

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I'm lonely... I'm lonely in a world full of people I'm watching the grey sky outside I need to get out, to be sourrounded by people, to feel less lonely I'm intreoverted but I need people I want to drink a beer in a bar full of people, to study them, to be able to see every line in their face, to analize their clothes, to imagine things and scenarios about them, to make them be a part of my own world. strangers are my family, my friends, my lovers. I don't want anybody to talk to me, I want to listen to the voices in my head and hear their thoughts They would say: that man can't be your lover, he's waiting for his girlfriend, that girl can't be your girlfriend, you wouldn't like her perfume, taht woman has too big hands to caress you... and at the end of the night I return to my bed still lonely wondering if there would be a time when I won't be... lonely

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If truly it's known, By all hearts like tone, Our love shall be immortan we shall be free of slave dark groan, And pious to the hell of love gew-gew. Drive me whereever you want to settle, And heal the incurable disease you've done, To sell the chain-of-rock to our bones, And leave the pain in our flesh,and around the cruel fireof hell. In fart,utter a deep rumbling in a distress; We preffer to be left alone in peace, But?love had come to soar our peace. Where's our destiny?sourrounded in evil aure, we seldon see throug the mist; The scene on a tall summer that so pale, Across the blue sky,the white cloud float shoals, Or?disapper and quitly sail,the wast time; Swell and fell into dream's haze, Where eyes look long like a lover's gaze What time in mists shall we tast? Calmto the battlement of enternity of love; Unknown! Till the sun be set;they are all gone. Maight the timid heart ,quiet dispassionate moon? When the agony of nightmare caurse begin, Or,a devil that rides human soul? Shall wondered around our souls? AH!It's too late to goven the kid of love's soul, For the day evil-light shouted daze, By hopes and fear,cried our souls, Like the shadow's flames which the sun throw, Even,more like the shadows of lives than life's blow. In move,yet with something beauty very rare, Traced,do they live on slop, Pearhaps,be of noblest hopes, The trace of intention that maight have been fair, For purpose,each man's action must be hidden from scorn, Hope like nature,oaktree man's saddest, We loom in the world without watching time, A wast so far,dark night is near, To flash us back to the hell,where no wind breathes or ripple stires We wish we were given a chance to restore the unwanted past!

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Oct 27, 2024

Oct 27, 2024 at 9:26 AM UTC

knight-pen

HELL OF LOVE

If truly it's known, By all hearts like tone, Our love shall be immortan we shall be free of slave dark groan, And pious to the hell of love gew-gew. Drive me whereever you want to settle, And heal the incurable disease you've done, To sell the chain-of-rock to our bones, And leave the pain in our flesh,and around the cruel fireof hell. In fart,utter a deep rumbling in a distress; We preffer to be left alone in peace, But?love had come to soar our peace. Where's our destiny?sourrounded in evil aure, we seldon see throug the mist; The scene on a tall summer that so pale, Across the blue sky,the white cloud float shoals, Or?disapper and quitly sail,the wast time; Swell and fell into dream's haze, Where eyes look long like a lover's gaze What time in mists shall we tast? Calmto the battlement of enternity of love; Unknown! Till the sun be set;they are all gone. Maight the timid heart ,quiet dispassionate moon? When the agony of nightmare caurse begin, Or,a devil that rides human soul? Shall wondered around our souls? AH!It's too late to goven the kid of love's soul, For the day evil-light shouted daze, By hopes and fear,cried our souls, Like the shadow's flames which the sun throw, Even,more like the shadows of lives than life's blow. In move,yet with something beauty very rare, Traced,do they live on slop, Pearhaps,be of noblest hopes, The trace of intention that maight have been fair, For purpose,each man's action must be hidden from scorn, Hope like nature,oaktree man's saddest, We loom in the world without watching time, A wast so far,dark night is near, To flash us back to the hell,where no wind breathes or ripple stires We wish we were given a chance to restore the unwanted past!

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