"stuborn" poems - Hello Poetry

He wont admit it, atleast not out loud, But he's so sweet, and smart, and funny, He makes me blush when I feel like crying, He makes me laugh when I feel sick as hell, He holds me close and makes me feel safe, He argues with me about the most stupid of things, He refuses to let me call him attractive, But he scolds me for saying I'm not pretty, Sometimes it feels like he's more stuborn then me, And deep down we have a connection, Some strong, unbreakable bond, We're both stuborn arses at times, But we both know we love each other, More and more, no matter what, Even the stuborn bits.

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC

WhiteShadow

Stuborn Lovers

He wont admit it, atleast not out loud, But he's so sweet, and smart, and funny, He makes me blush when I feel like crying, He makes me laugh when I feel sick as hell, He holds me close and makes me feel safe, He argues with me about the most stupid of things, He refuses to let me call him attractive, But he scolds me for saying I'm not pretty, Sometimes it feels like he's more stuborn then me, And deep down we have a connection, Some strong, unbreakable bond, We're both stuborn arses at times, But we both know we love each other, More and more, no matter what, Even the stuborn bits.

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Mom I look inside your eyes a realize you are human Inside that part of life, fleeting time Misty eyes, you are lost I forgot You are human Remember how I thought of you Like superhuman, superman but you were super women plus ten Always thoughtful, always true Stuborn in what made you, you Mother I have cried, lost in struggle Lose my stride but re found and got up Always knowing you were right By my side, held up high Now I step aside, and watch The ever knowing has finally stopped do my eyes lie or had i just forgot we are all just human we all get lost fall down and get back up mom hold my hand we both can jump

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Aug 21, 2013

Aug 21, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC

Rage

Just Human, I love you.

Mom I look inside your eyes a realize you are human Inside that part of life, fleeting time Misty eyes, you are lost I forgot You are human Remember how I thought of you Like superhuman, superman but you were super women plus ten Always thoughtful, always true Stuborn in what made you, you Mother I have cried, lost in struggle Lose my stride but re found and got up Always knowing you were right By my side, held up high Now I step aside, and watch The ever knowing has finally stopped do my eyes lie or had i just forgot we are all just human we all get lost fall down and get back up mom hold my hand we both can jump

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My boy looks like me a bit. That stuborn streak. My poppa's gift to me Here my boy. Have a slice. No ? You had the stubborn pie You scooped the crunbs And washed them down.......a thousand score Before.

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Sep 16, 2013

Sep 16, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC

geno-cattouse-1

D_N_A.

My boy looks like me a bit. That stuborn streak. My poppa's gift to me Here my boy. Have a slice. No ? You had the stubborn pie You scooped the crunbs And washed them down.......a thousand score Before.

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Like a flower in dew folded up from suns warming view The inner self lies dormant Waiting for love to warm it To feed the fragile flame With all its magnificence it does grow To feed the lonely soul It is a ray of blinding light soft and harsh in its might But gently not to forceful it brings The stuborn flower preen

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Jan 24, 2015

Jan 24, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC

emmieluv101

Flower

Like a flower in dew folded up from suns warming view The inner self lies dormant Waiting for love to warm it To feed the fragile flame With all its magnificence it does grow To feed the lonely soul It is a ray of blinding light soft and harsh in its might But gently not to forceful it brings The stuborn flower preen

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stuborn is the sun rising and setting, bringing forward time whether it is welcome or not. a cautious word, don't be so empty as to live in an echoes range hearing the past talk to as if it were present. Don't be so full not to be able to swallow your own pride. do not wait for the right time, it is unsavable, time.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC

MikeD

unsavable

stuborn is the sun rising and setting, bringing forward time whether it is welcome or not. a cautious word, don't be so empty as to live in an echoes range hearing the past talk to as if it were present. Don't be so full not to be able to swallow your own pride. do not wait for the right time, it is unsavable, time.

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