"whishes" poems - Hello Poetry

Into wind, I turn a blistered face Life draining, at a fierce pace Is their any, saving grace Please, remove me, from this place Soon, my existence will leave no trace Hopes dreams whishes life, erase Absence of cool, calm and collect Heat, the nurturer of life and respect Now, the taker of my life, perfect Dry, lifeless sand Emotionless, killer land There, I had to stand An ocean of fire, in all its flare Heat waves rolling, without a care Drowning, desert sands so bare Exciting, enraging, stimulating fever All this excitement, in my stare Fire lit, to warm the hart Warm comfort, ease for start Fire started, with desert chart Life without love is like a barren desert but once the spark is lit love is like a raging fire.

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Dec 24, 2009

Dec 24, 2009 at 11:46 PM UTC

jeanlbouwer-1

DESERT FIRE

Into wind, I turn a blistered face Life draining, at a fierce pace Is their any, saving grace Please, remove me, from this place Soon, my existence will leave no trace Hopes dreams whishes life, erase Absence of cool, calm and collect Heat, the nurturer of life and respect Now, the taker of my life, perfect Dry, lifeless sand Emotionless, killer land There, I had to stand An ocean of fire, in all its flare Heat waves rolling, without a care Drowning, desert sands so bare Exciting, enraging, stimulating fever All this excitement, in my stare Fire lit, to warm the hart Warm comfort, ease for start Fire started, with desert chart Life without love is like a barren desert but once the spark is lit love is like a raging fire.

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You, who for some infallible reason, was weeping, said- "You are lying, and that makes me sad." "But I never told you a single lie." As soon as I said that, you started crying once more. I used to reassure myself, When the paper airplane that I threw- Full of my foolish whishes that seemed so beautiful at that time- that didn't reach the sky, but instead came back down to my feet- "It was just too far away. That's all. That's all." And- there was a time when I climbed the side of a radio tower, repeating desperately to myself that the stars up there were not a myth. At the top, overlooking the city, I tired to reach those lights. "..I'm just not tall enough." Now, I think to myself, my beliefs are just a mirror, Reflecting my repeating delusions of a perfect world. But when that mirror, that sick fantasy, that desperate, oblivious illusion shatters- There is nothing but shards of dust left on your palms. Did you know? I am scared of the moon. Mainly, because I think, sometimes, "That could be me, up there." With no light of my own to shine upon the world, only reflecting what others saw. But, still. The sun's warmth was too brilliant and bright, my pupils couldn't help but dilute every time I faced it. I've almost given up on the exuseful theory, that everything in the world is masked beautifully. And that only the gifted, and few, could unveil that ugly screen, and see the true façade underneath. Until I have found a warmth untriumpthed by any other, until I find a kindness that lets me say- "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you-" Over and Over and Over again, Until I find a feeling that makes me feel like the world, is somehow, sometimes, beautiful, I guess, I'll try to stop making excuses for everything- and accept the fact that the world has its secrets too.

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC

kathy-z

Illusions of a Perfect World

You, who for some infallible reason, was weeping, said- "You are lying, and that makes me sad." "But I never told you a single lie." As soon as I said that, you started crying once more. I used to reassure myself, When the paper airplane that I threw- Full of my foolish whishes that seemed so beautiful at that time- that didn't reach the sky, but instead came back down to my feet- "It was just too far away. That's all. That's all." And- there was a time when I climbed the side of a radio tower, repeating desperately to myself that the stars up there were not a myth. At the top, overlooking the city, I tired to reach those lights. "..I'm just not tall enough." Now, I think to myself, my beliefs are just a mirror, Reflecting my repeating delusions of a perfect world. But when that mirror, that sick fantasy, that desperate, oblivious illusion shatters- There is nothing but shards of dust left on your palms. Did you know? I am scared of the moon. Mainly, because I think, sometimes, "That could be me, up there." With no light of my own to shine upon the world, only reflecting what others saw. But, still. The sun's warmth was too brilliant and bright, my pupils couldn't help but dilute every time I faced it. I've almost given up on the exuseful theory, that everything in the world is masked beautifully. And that only the gifted, and few, could unveil that ugly screen, and see the true façade underneath. Until I have found a warmth untriumpthed by any other, until I find a kindness that lets me say- "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you-" Over and Over and Over again, Until I find a feeling that makes me feel like the world, is somehow, sometimes, beautiful, I guess, I'll try to stop making excuses for everything- and accept the fact that the world has its secrets too.

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I saw the fires at the ends of time Burning in the depths of iridescent blue seas of endless darkness I set sail on a paper boat Chasing a paper moon hanging above the blazing horizon I heard the call of madness And was helpless to follow Whispers and whishes pushing the paper sails to the waters on the edge of time And I walked into the flames Burning blood red and jack-o-lantern orange And I was consumed by the ache and the pain and the beauty of the embers and coals Swimming through the anguish and tears of the shadows between the tounges of licking fire The song and call growing louder Hypnotic and alluring causing my heart to race With fear and anticipation My soul lost to the flicker of the dancing light My heart singing back to the madness I walked deeper through the flames Burning everything of me away My flesh and my pains My bones and my doubts My marrow and my sorrows Leaving only my heart to burn and beat naked through the truth And the heat My heart alone Beating quickly Burning slowly Completely given into the song and call Madness now pulling my heart to its center There in the middle of the fires and flames I found what made all things beautiful A soul and heart Of pure white flame Burning burning Like the sun Burning brighter And more gracefully Never never Had I felt such warmth And radiance There was nothing I could do But be consumed Always always To be in love In this madness Made of you

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May 29, 2016

May 29, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC

akira-chinen

Fires at the ends of time

I saw the fires at the ends of time Burning in the depths of iridescent blue seas of endless darkness I set sail on a paper boat Chasing a paper moon hanging above the blazing horizon I heard the call of madness And was helpless to follow Whispers and whishes pushing the paper sails to the waters on the edge of time And I walked into the flames Burning blood red and jack-o-lantern orange And I was consumed by the ache and the pain and the beauty of the embers and coals Swimming through the anguish and tears of the shadows between the tounges of licking fire The song and call growing louder Hypnotic and alluring causing my heart to race With fear and anticipation My soul lost to the flicker of the dancing light My heart singing back to the madness I walked deeper through the flames Burning everything of me away My flesh and my pains My bones and my doubts My marrow and my sorrows Leaving only my heart to burn and beat naked through the truth And the heat My heart alone Beating quickly Burning slowly Completely given into the song and call Madness now pulling my heart to its center There in the middle of the fires and flames I found what made all things beautiful A soul and heart Of pure white flame Burning burning Like the sun Burning brighter And more gracefully Never never Had I felt such warmth And radiance There was nothing I could do But be consumed Always always To be in love In this madness Made of you

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Even as a child my happyness has been wired with fear. When I laughed too hard at day I had nightmares at night. Is that the way we are taught to be? When the day is bright one should keep an eye opened for the dark night yet to come. And only speak of whishes in murmur and undertone. -A tradition passed on from father to son- and even more subtly from a mother to the woman that little girls is yet to become. Are we afraid to be too happy? Am I scared to breathe in full lungs? I am quite sure fear is my predominant gene and happyness is so illusive and intangible that sometimes I doubit its even real - but I want to scream out loud for once: I am scared but I am thrilled to be here. K.E

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC

kristina-efremova

Fear-ceful

Even as a child my happyness has been wired with fear. When I laughed too hard at day I had nightmares at night. Is that the way we are taught to be? When the day is bright one should keep an eye opened for the dark night yet to come. And only speak of whishes in murmur and undertone. -A tradition passed on from father to son- and even more subtly from a mother to the woman that little girls is yet to become. Are we afraid to be too happy? Am I scared to breathe in full lungs? I am quite sure fear is my predominant gene and happyness is so illusive and intangible that sometimes I doubit its even real - but I want to scream out loud for once: I am scared but I am thrilled to be here. K.E

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Starlight, star-bright first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish, I wish tonight. I used to wish on so many stars, they all could fill a mall I used to think they'd all come true, when the star began to fall, I always wished for the same thing, instead of wanting it all and never did I see, the writing on the wall. My wishes never seemed to come true but my wishing was never through, I wished for what I could never have, but always would persue the thing I wished for, would forever have been you. I must have been wishing, on all the wrong stars I might've even wished a couple times on Mars, they might have never made it, through the windos on the cars or maybe they got stuck, behind some metal bars. But thanks to friends I've found another one whom treats me better than my mother, one who acts less like my brother and more or less like a lover. I am sorry that I love him, and that you are to late my wishes never came true, so I made my own fate, towards the stars who killed my dreams, my heart is filled with hate, I just wish for you to know, I will no longer wait.

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Jan 16, 2010

Jan 16, 2010 at 3:49 PM UTC

kali-namir

Whishes

Starlight, star-bright first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish, I wish tonight. I used to wish on so many stars, they all could fill a mall I used to think they'd all come true, when the star began to fall, I always wished for the same thing, instead of wanting it all and never did I see, the writing on the wall. My wishes never seemed to come true but my wishing was never through, I wished for what I could never have, but always would persue the thing I wished for, would forever have been you. I must have been wishing, on all the wrong stars I might've even wished a couple times on Mars, they might have never made it, through the windos on the cars or maybe they got stuck, behind some metal bars. But thanks to friends I've found another one whom treats me better than my mother, one who acts less like my brother and more or less like a lover. I am sorry that I love him, and that you are to late my wishes never came true, so I made my own fate, towards the stars who killed my dreams, my heart is filled with hate, I just wish for you to know, I will no longer wait.

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At night I look up at the stars wishing you were here every time your no I want to cry. I loved you and you didn’t know it now it seems like you ignore me but yet we said we’d always be friends. My heart pumped when u were near me I felt happy I didn’t want it to end I saw a shooting star and whished on it but my whishes are only for you . I whispered your name and then closed my eyes and when I opened them looked your still not here. Not even shooting stars can bring you back. I know now that all the promises me made are officially broken.

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Mar 13, 2010

Mar 13, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC

mercy-everett

Shooting Stars

At night I look up at the stars wishing you were here every time your no I want to cry. I loved you and you didn’t know it now it seems like you ignore me but yet we said we’d always be friends. My heart pumped when u were near me I felt happy I didn’t want it to end I saw a shooting star and whished on it but my whishes are only for you . I whispered your name and then closed my eyes and when I opened them looked your still not here. Not even shooting stars can bring you back. I know now that all the promises me made are officially broken.

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Sad little girl lying alone, In a broken lonely home. Her scars have faded but the thoughts still sting. And she whishes the words would die and fly away. she talks to her friends, that live in her head, eating their lies as she slowly dies.

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC

kaylee-guinn

A darkness only i can see into

Sad little girl lying alone, In a broken lonely home. Her scars have faded but the thoughts still sting. And she whishes the words would die and fly away. she talks to her friends, that live in her head, eating their lies as she slowly dies.

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BLUE VOICE I am nothing but a boat its wing has a very bewitching tales I can't tell you their secrets. When the blue voice showed me its intangible soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy blue rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are fogy seas of the blue voice, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger has drowned totally in the blue. SLIVERY VOICE I was not a chanter, but I could not sit on our tree bough when my grandfather had used to talk about the bright birds and the lucent horses of the sliver voice. There were cities of veiled winds their whispers touch our window with a delightful smile, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket silvery fairies but our land is the daughter of the silver voice so you always find my daily chant; "oh the sliver voice, get my whishes on your wings and shelter my dream in the delicious midday. I am just a totally compliant and smooth southern child sits on that bough with sliver chants in his pocket." PINK VOICE I am not platonic, but I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice. Do you see the colored vociferous wedding? Its naked soul is a fragrance of the coquette eyelids of the pink voice. When your eyes see the momentary waves of the pink voice, at that time, you will remember my words, and you will feel hardly the remote carnivalesque lands of my dispersed corners. Yes, I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice, but I am a southern farmer knows everything about its dreamy smiles and hidden wishes.

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC

anwerghani

VOICES

BLUE VOICE I am nothing but a boat its wing has a very bewitching tales I can't tell you their secrets. When the blue voice showed me its intangible soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy blue rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are fogy seas of the blue voice, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger has drowned totally in the blue. SLIVERY VOICE I was not a chanter, but I could not sit on our tree bough when my grandfather had used to talk about the bright birds and the lucent horses of the sliver voice. There were cities of veiled winds their whispers touch our window with a delightful smile, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket silvery fairies but our land is the daughter of the silver voice so you always find my daily chant; "oh the sliver voice, get my whishes on your wings and shelter my dream in the delicious midday. I am just a totally compliant and smooth southern child sits on that bough with sliver chants in his pocket." PINK VOICE I am not platonic, but I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice. Do you see the colored vociferous wedding? Its naked soul is a fragrance of the coquette eyelids of the pink voice. When your eyes see the momentary waves of the pink voice, at that time, you will remember my words, and you will feel hardly the remote carnivalesque lands of my dispersed corners. Yes, I didn't smell the sleepy flowers of the pink voice, but I am a southern farmer knows everything about its dreamy smiles and hidden wishes.

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Unspoken words that fill our head, Are often the words that should be said. Sometimes we just push them aside, And try to find them a safer place to hide. But it’s these words that I just can’t contain. When it’s always you that’s on my brain. Thoughts of you that take me away, Always dreaming about a future day. You and your perfect smile, Makes seeing you worth every mile. Filled with such perfection, You’re in no need of anyone’s correction. the refection in your eyes, shows me you’re in no disguise. Could it be true? Am I in love with you…? Just the thought of your four lettered name, I fear I’ll never be the same.. Wrapped up inside your skin, The thought of you so tempting, it’s like a sin The taste of your kiss, Leaves me in bliss. Although your kisses may be a beautiful art, All I’ll ever want is your heart. If a lover is what you wish to find, Just look into my eyes I know you’re not blind. Just knowing you want to be mine, Brings to my day a little more shine. When troubles come our way, Just remember tomorrow can be a different day. If you ever feel down, I’ll just cheer you up by acting like a clown. To make you happy I’d do anything you see? That’s because you’re where my heart whishes to be… You’ve put my heart at ease, Somehow manage to make everything go by like a breeze. My days were always so gray.. Until the moment you chose to stay… There’s only one thing left to say it’s to be handled with care, But I feel that’s pretty fair.. I Love You.

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Feb 9, 2014

Feb 9, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC

lillian-sechrest

Unspoken words-

Unspoken words that fill our head, Are often the words that should be said. Sometimes we just push them aside, And try to find them a safer place to hide. But it’s these words that I just can’t contain. When it’s always you that’s on my brain. Thoughts of you that take me away, Always dreaming about a future day. You and your perfect smile, Makes seeing you worth every mile. Filled with such perfection, You’re in no need of anyone’s correction. the refection in your eyes, shows me you’re in no disguise. Could it be true? Am I in love with you…? Just the thought of your four lettered name, I fear I’ll never be the same.. Wrapped up inside your skin, The thought of you so tempting, it’s like a sin The taste of your kiss, Leaves me in bliss. Although your kisses may be a beautiful art, All I’ll ever want is your heart. If a lover is what you wish to find, Just look into my eyes I know you’re not blind. Just knowing you want to be mine, Brings to my day a little more shine. When troubles come our way, Just remember tomorrow can be a different day. If you ever feel down, I’ll just cheer you up by acting like a clown. To make you happy I’d do anything you see? That’s because you’re where my heart whishes to be… You’ve put my heart at ease, Somehow manage to make everything go by like a breeze. My days were always so gray.. Until the moment you chose to stay… There’s only one thing left to say it’s to be handled with care, But I feel that’s pretty fair.. I Love You.

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She calls me a smart I call myself a small I'm a tiny like an ant I carry my own things To achieve what whishes wait for me Yeah,world is round Sky is round I'm a tiny like an ant Open my mind' window To recieve the intution' facts

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC

parastoo-abbaszadeh-1

I'm a tiny like an ant

She calls me a smart I call myself a small I'm a tiny like an ant I carry my own things To achieve what whishes wait for me Yeah,world is round Sky is round I'm a tiny like an ant Open my mind' window To recieve the intution' facts

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Filled with stupid fellings And maybe tons of love She hung there Not that she didn't care by herself Her best dreams were of death The day she fell down the shelf All she wanted was to fel pain But like many others Her whishes were vain

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Jan 30, 2016

Jan 30, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC

Archeletta

Doll

Filled with stupid fellings And maybe tons of love She hung there Not that she didn't care by herself Her best dreams were of death The day she fell down the shelf All she wanted was to fel pain But like many others Her whishes were vain

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Sometimes I realise what’s going on. And I see myself looking all crazy. I know why and never cared. Is crazy wrong? Is wrong wrong? Sometimes I realise what’s happening. But I’m wondering why I’m still here too. Sometimes I know, sometimes I really don’t. And it’s hurting. And it’s not stopping. Sometimes I wonder why I had to live so many lives to realise what’s going on. So many lives in one. Still loving. Finally found my perfect match as I was giving up on life again. Wishing for so many things. Yet not really caring if they happened or not anymore. But the whishes have come true. And still I’m suffering, not caring if I died tomorrow or next year. But now you’re here and so I’m fighting for something. Again, like I wished....✨⭐️💫🌟 Red Jaspis. Blood dragon stone. Ora lilith. Swords and bows. Vikings, mages, gunman, elves. Living together.

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Jun 14, 2022

Jun 14, 2022 at 2:14 PM UTC

SharpenMiedema

Living together.

Sometimes I realise what’s going on. And I see myself looking all crazy. I know why and never cared. Is crazy wrong? Is wrong wrong? Sometimes I realise what’s happening. But I’m wondering why I’m still here too. Sometimes I know, sometimes I really don’t. And it’s hurting. And it’s not stopping. Sometimes I wonder why I had to live so many lives to realise what’s going on. So many lives in one. Still loving. Finally found my perfect match as I was giving up on life again. Wishing for so many things. Yet not really caring if they happened or not anymore. But the whishes have come true. And still I’m suffering, not caring if I died tomorrow or next year. But now you’re here and so I’m fighting for something. Again, like I wished....✨⭐️💫🌟 Red Jaspis. Blood dragon stone. Ora lilith. Swords and bows. Vikings, mages, gunman, elves. Living together.

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