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"wonderstruck" poems
i love the moon wrapped around my neck the small crescent moon bouncing happily on my heart as we hold hands that same beautiful moon in which i trace with my fingers feeling the smooth moonstone be imprinted with my fingerprints that same affectionate moon as it glided on your chest when we gasped for more air and you held me close to your heart as the moonlight shined softly from the window that same wonderstruck moon we would fight under tears that reflected the moonstone always streaming down my face that same gleaming moon that you would wipe my tears with the hands i had felt for years and all i could do was look up and dream of that same distant moon where i had found out about your disloyalty and i felt myself slipping into vast space putting myself in front of asteroids just to feel something that same sickening moon taunting me with the way it just stays up there, coming out only at night only to observe and listen for chaos that reigns after dark that same wicked moon that was suffocating me in my sleep when i would lie next to your empty shell gasping for air as i wipe my moonstone tears that same dreadful moon as it watched me deteriorate in your arms burning holes into my chest dwindling my soul until it left me hollow i... used to love the moon when i knew that it was lovingly wrapped around my neck by you and you would feel the moonstone with your lips i used to love the moon until the last star died and i ripped it off from my neck and drove myself into a black hole that same cynical moon that you proclaimed your love to me too, was the same ******* moon that my entire being was shattered by you ... i ******* hate the moon.
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
lil_monster1020
Crescent Moon Necklace
i love the moon wrapped around my neck the small crescent moon bouncing happily on my heart as we hold hands that same beautiful moon in which i trace with my fingers feeling the smooth moonstone be imprinted with my fingerprints that same affectionate moon as it glided on your chest when we gasped for more air and you held me close to your heart as the moonlight shined softly from the window that same wonderstruck moon we would fight under tears that reflected the moonstone always streaming down my face that same gleaming moon that you would wipe my tears with the hands i had felt for years and all i could do was look up and dream of that same distant moon where i had found out about your disloyalty and i felt myself slipping into vast space putting myself in front of asteroids just to feel something that same sickening moon taunting me with the way it just stays up there, coming out only at night only to observe and listen for chaos that reigns after dark that same wicked moon that was suffocating me in my sleep when i would lie next to your empty shell gasping for air as i wipe my moonstone tears that same dreadful moon as it watched me deteriorate in your arms burning holes into my chest dwindling my soul until it left me hollow i... used to love the moon when i knew that it was lovingly wrapped around my neck by you and you would feel the moonstone with your lips i used to love the moon until the last star died and i ripped it off from my neck and drove myself into a black hole that same cynical moon that you proclaimed your love to me too, was the same ******* moon that my entire being was shattered by you ... i ******* hate the moon.
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Uniformed in creative black Marlboro scented Wonderstruck Deliberately Deliberate Random Pixie haired Angel eyed & brave Daring herself to be Enchantingly urbane Zeitgeisty Considerably Considered Aware Pale skinned Quaintly styled & risky A portfolio perfectionist Absorbing influences Ferociously Delicate Delicately Persuasive Scarlet lipped Crystal tipped & scared
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Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:43 AM UTC
paul-goring
Wonderstruck
Uniformed in creative black Marlboro scented Wonderstruck Deliberately Deliberate Random Pixie haired Angel eyed & brave Daring herself to be Enchantingly urbane Zeitgeisty Considerably Considered Aware Pale skinned Quaintly styled & risky A portfolio perfectionist Absorbing influences Ferociously Delicate Delicately Persuasive Scarlet lipped Crystal tipped & scared
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If I were a month, I’d be September. If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday. If I were a planet, I’d be Saturn. If I were a sea animal, I’d be coral. If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookshelf. If I were a gemstone, I’d be a sapphire. If I were a flower, I’d be bougainvillea. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a crisp autumn wind. If I were a color, I’d be auburn. (much like my hair) If I were an emotion, I’d be wonderstruck. If I were a fruit, I’d be a pomegranate. If I were an element, I’d be air. If I were a place, I’d be a field of wildflowers in Scandinavia or a bookshop in Northern Italy. If I were a taste, I’d taste like sweet and bitter black tea. If I were a scent, I’d be the smell of freshly baked goods. If I were an object, I’d be a pencil sharpener. If I were a body part, I’d be freckles. If I were a song, I’d be Thoughts of Flight by Edmund. If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be bright purple converse.
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
kiana-marie
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If I were a month, I’d be September. If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday. If I were a planet, I’d be Saturn. If I were a sea animal, I’d be coral. If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookshelf. If I were a gemstone, I’d be a sapphire. If I were a flower, I’d be bougainvillea. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a crisp autumn wind. If I were a color, I’d be auburn. (much like my hair) If I were an emotion, I’d be wonderstruck. If I were a fruit, I’d be a pomegranate. If I were an element, I’d be air. If I were a place, I’d be a field of wildflowers in Scandinavia or a bookshop in Northern Italy. If I were a taste, I’d taste like sweet and bitter black tea. If I were a scent, I’d be the smell of freshly baked goods. If I were an object, I’d be a pencil sharpener. If I were a body part, I’d be freckles. If I were a song, I’d be Thoughts of Flight by Edmund. If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be bright purple converse.
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I am not who I was 3 months ago, All short hair and wide eyes and wonderstruck brain, Now my hair is longer but my eyes are just as wide and I still feel wonderstruck when you look at me but now it’s different And I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve grown up a little. I’m making myself slow down and breathe, Grab life by the shoulders with two shaky hands and yell SNAP OUT OF IT at the mirror until I can lay in bed at night and not shiver my way into sleep But fall peacefully into my dreams. I am withering away in your arms, like a flower that hasn’t been watered in awhile And maybe one day you’ll stop telling me to eat because I feel sick every time I just want to be enough for myself but I’m becoming less than enough for you with every “No thank you, I’m not hungry” That slips through my lips But I love you and I love your mind and I love your hands on my hips when you’re telling me its all alright. If my words could change the world I would never stop speaking But as it is my words do nothing Except fill the silence And make me wonder why I ever said “English major” out loud in a group. You say my eyes are blue like oceans and I feel like they hold oceans in them Oceans that spill over every once on awhile When the cosmos in your soul temporarily forget how to line up with mine, But it’s only temporary and we always find our way home by morning. So hold on through the night, And sleep off all the stress, Because when the sun comes up, I’ll be here like I was when it set, I’ll be awake and waiting to kiss the sleep from your body, And rattle your soul.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
millimetersofmatter
Mental Exhaustion
I am not who I was 3 months ago, All short hair and wide eyes and wonderstruck brain, Now my hair is longer but my eyes are just as wide and I still feel wonderstruck when you look at me but now it’s different And I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve grown up a little. I’m making myself slow down and breathe, Grab life by the shoulders with two shaky hands and yell SNAP OUT OF IT at the mirror until I can lay in bed at night and not shiver my way into sleep But fall peacefully into my dreams. I am withering away in your arms, like a flower that hasn’t been watered in awhile And maybe one day you’ll stop telling me to eat because I feel sick every time I just want to be enough for myself but I’m becoming less than enough for you with every “No thank you, I’m not hungry” That slips through my lips But I love you and I love your mind and I love your hands on my hips when you’re telling me its all alright. If my words could change the world I would never stop speaking But as it is my words do nothing Except fill the silence And make me wonder why I ever said “English major” out loud in a group. You say my eyes are blue like oceans and I feel like they hold oceans in them Oceans that spill over every once on awhile When the cosmos in your soul temporarily forget how to line up with mine, But it’s only temporary and we always find our way home by morning. So hold on through the night, And sleep off all the stress, Because when the sun comes up, I’ll be here like I was when it set, I’ll be awake and waiting to kiss the sleep from your body, And rattle your soul.
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A little, shiny something, in the distance, caught her sight, on she looked at it with wide wonderstruck eyes. "Must be a precious gem,", she thought, "For it shines so bright.", and kept gazing at it come day, come night. Curiosity overcame her - enthusiastic, with eager eyes, out she ventured of her cocoon and made her way towards It. But, finding It nowhere, she looked around frantically, and then saw... ...a bauble perched in place of It - her precious gem.
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Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
sidney-carton
Disillusioned
A little, shiny something, in the distance, caught her sight, on she looked at it with wide wonderstruck eyes. "Must be a precious gem,", she thought, "For it shines so bright.", and kept gazing at it come day, come night. Curiosity overcame her - enthusiastic, with eager eyes, out she ventured of her cocoon and made her way towards It. But, finding It nowhere, she looked around frantically, and then saw... ...a bauble perched in place of It - her precious gem.
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As the sun sets, It gently caresses her face And her freckles, Mimic stars With plenty of zodiacs to trace All the while, Her eyes entwine into galaxies Infinite stories in place And all I want to do Is just stare in awe Wonderstruck, Sensing each and every heart beat race
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
IneffableSoul
Wonderstruck.
As the sun sets, It gently caresses her face And her freckles, Mimic stars With plenty of zodiacs to trace All the while, Her eyes entwine into galaxies Infinite stories in place And all I want to do Is just stare in awe Wonderstruck, Sensing each and every heart beat race
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*Your lips on my lips, burning, electrocuting. My heart and your heart, magnetizing, welding. My eyes locked on your eyes, scared, enraptured. Your eyes on my eyes, intoxicated, gazing. Your hands in my hair, tangled, ensnared. My hands on you, like a piano I am playing you, they glide over you, capturing you in the moment. Caught in the music, wide-eyed and wonderstruck. Boy do you want me like I want you? And you whisper in my ear, "I love you too" As your arms wrap around me and your smile pulls me in, All I want is the night not to end. And if it's sparks I feel, do you feel them too? And tell me that the thoughts I think are shared by you. We are silent giggles and words not said We are messy hair and an unmade bed We are not a beginning or an end Less than foe and more than friend We are ears that hear and eyes that see I am you, and you are me.*
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
mak
Together
*Your lips on my lips, burning, electrocuting. My heart and your heart, magnetizing, welding. My eyes locked on your eyes, scared, enraptured. Your eyes on my eyes, intoxicated, gazing. Your hands in my hair, tangled, ensnared. My hands on you, like a piano I am playing you, they glide over you, capturing you in the moment. Caught in the music, wide-eyed and wonderstruck. Boy do you want me like I want you? And you whisper in my ear, "I love you too" As your arms wrap around me and your smile pulls me in, All I want is the night not to end. And if it's sparks I feel, do you feel them too? And tell me that the thoughts I think are shared by you. We are silent giggles and words not said We are messy hair and an unmade bed We are not a beginning or an end Less than foe and more than friend We are ears that hear and eyes that see I am you, and you are me.*
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since the enchanted dream In the night i saw my insides are twitching craving to draw the exquisite meadow luxuriant with wonders cumulus clouds narrowing in row whence the water Hastily sprang hushing rapids melodiously sang prismatic reflection deceitfully shifts the way the birds chanted in bliss crimson sky vibrant pattern it formed beguiling wind something it want left me wonderstruck rolling in stream I glided the fall ended the dream
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
uzee
wonderstruck
since the enchanted dream In the night i saw my insides are twitching craving to draw the exquisite meadow luxuriant with wonders cumulus clouds narrowing in row whence the water Hastily sprang hushing rapids melodiously sang prismatic reflection deceitfully shifts the way the birds chanted in bliss crimson sky vibrant pattern it formed beguiling wind something it want left me wonderstruck rolling in stream I glided the fall ended the dream
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I watched spiders make their webs Four to five paces apart North to south along the ficus hedge Anchored nearest to the green wall Each two knuckles wide Street lamp orange undersides Yellow tiny joints Each moved quickly Set to finish its trap before the night settled full I discovered them while walking Seeking familiar toxin And found them Masters of their craft The first I saw caught that caught my sight The furious movement of rear limbs Catching the stream of silk Guiding it on its way Jagged plucking stemming a straight line Then laying over a guiding wire And moving on From four o’clock to eight it went Then back along the clock’s face Its red underside patient but swiftly going and pulling along Leading a tiny line of molten muted silver Five to eight and back again Pendulumous and measured geometry Dancing back and forth Then I saw the second South I crept with knees bent low Shrank a hand’s breadth Swift and wonderstruck And it too worked a masterful weave So similar but when I looked back I saw the difference More than size of form between them Slight as was their difference Unique minutiae of brown fuzzy backs and brown fuzzy heads Varying personalities and style Artisans of the same renaissance And soon I saw a third South still and still different Higher up to catch the light Still giving light to its neighbor Who lets the light reach her neighbor A fourth’s stilled anchor Taught and shining in the light Beneath the indigo sky Highest of them all Largest of them all If in the beginning of their dance Drawing cracked windows in the sky Nets or webs or sails I might have seen them Forming a rainbow arc A fragment of such a thing But I did not My wonder and my mind The first catch of the night
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 10:46 PM UTC
jonathan-barry-sullivan
Four to Eight
I watched spiders make their webs Four to five paces apart North to south along the ficus hedge Anchored nearest to the green wall Each two knuckles wide Street lamp orange undersides Yellow tiny joints Each moved quickly Set to finish its trap before the night settled full I discovered them while walking Seeking familiar toxin And found them Masters of their craft The first I saw caught that caught my sight The furious movement of rear limbs Catching the stream of silk Guiding it on its way Jagged plucking stemming a straight line Then laying over a guiding wire And moving on From four o’clock to eight it went Then back along the clock’s face Its red underside patient but swiftly going and pulling along Leading a tiny line of molten muted silver Five to eight and back again Pendulumous and measured geometry Dancing back and forth Then I saw the second South I crept with knees bent low Shrank a hand’s breadth Swift and wonderstruck And it too worked a masterful weave So similar but when I looked back I saw the difference More than size of form between them Slight as was their difference Unique minutiae of brown fuzzy backs and brown fuzzy heads Varying personalities and style Artisans of the same renaissance And soon I saw a third South still and still different Higher up to catch the light Still giving light to its neighbor Who lets the light reach her neighbor A fourth’s stilled anchor Taught and shining in the light Beneath the indigo sky Highest of them all Largest of them all If in the beginning of their dance Drawing cracked windows in the sky Nets or webs or sails I might have seen them Forming a rainbow arc A fragment of such a thing But I did not My wonder and my mind The first catch of the night
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as i walk through the empty hallways i fix my gaze on the worn floor each footstep is heavy and drags across the hardwood the movements have become involuntary a product of repetitiveness not passion i cannot raise my eyes to the photographs hanging on the wall these black and white remnants of what seems to be a life of mine lived so long ago that I cannot recall the details but I remember I remember the girl who grew up learning hatred so ashamed of what had been given to her and so afraid of a life untouched I wanted so desperately to give her the world but she destroyed my heart and left it black and blue and I remember I remember the boy with wild black hair and a voice like honey who told me everything I thought I wanted to hear who pulled me in so quickly but I drew away with little pause and so I left him because I am just a girl and cannot give you the world I remember the boy who I watched settle for anything and everything that crossed his path wondering if I too was just a commodity if his plans of seeing me in a white dress were fixated on the dress or the soul wearing it so he destroyed my heart and left it black and blue and I remember the girl who loved everything too much who looked at me with wonderstruck eyes and convinced me that I could be so much more but the skies are never clear for long and as the dark clouds rolled in I learned that she hated the rain as I watched her run inside to someone new as I stood amidst the raging storm while she destroyed my heart and left it black and blue and I remember I still remember the boy who looked me expecting nothing except me the smoke envelopes me whistling my name and I move in closer closer to this warmth this all consuming all encompassing fire but I am scared I am so scared of the thought of burning out or becoming engulfed only to discover that these flames are not what I want so I run I run far away to safe monotonous empty "love" and as I watched him fall in love under the autumn leaves tending my scorched soul dragging my feet along these empty hallways realizing I destroyed my own heart and I left it black and blue
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
jc
black and blue
as i walk through the empty hallways i fix my gaze on the worn floor each footstep is heavy and drags across the hardwood the movements have become involuntary a product of repetitiveness not passion i cannot raise my eyes to the photographs hanging on the wall these black and white remnants of what seems to be a life of mine lived so long ago that I cannot recall the details but I remember I remember the girl who grew up learning hatred so ashamed of what had been given to her and so afraid of a life untouched I wanted so desperately to give her the world but she destroyed my heart and left it black and blue and I remember I remember the boy with wild black hair and a voice like honey who told me everything I thought I wanted to hear who pulled me in so quickly but I drew away with little pause and so I left him because I am just a girl and cannot give you the world I remember the boy who I watched settle for anything and everything that crossed his path wondering if I too was just a commodity if his plans of seeing me in a white dress were fixated on the dress or the soul wearing it so he destroyed my heart and left it black and blue and I remember the girl who loved everything too much who looked at me with wonderstruck eyes and convinced me that I could be so much more but the skies are never clear for long and as the dark clouds rolled in I learned that she hated the rain as I watched her run inside to someone new as I stood amidst the raging storm while she destroyed my heart and left it black and blue and I remember I still remember the boy who looked me expecting nothing except me the smoke envelopes me whistling my name and I move in closer closer to this warmth this all consuming all encompassing fire but I am scared I am so scared of the thought of burning out or becoming engulfed only to discover that these flames are not what I want so I run I run far away to safe monotonous empty "love" and as I watched him fall in love under the autumn leaves tending my scorched soul dragging my feet along these empty hallways realizing I destroyed my own heart and I left it black and blue
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I miss us texting. I miss us talking like we used to. I miss you looking at me with those wonderstruck eyes filled with awe. I miss the way you would let me use your arm to lay my head on in the car. I miss when we would listen to music and just stare into each other’s eyes. I miss us. I miss you.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
kenzie-cox
i miss you
I miss us texting. I miss us talking like we used to. I miss you looking at me with those wonderstruck eyes filled with awe. I miss the way you would let me use your arm to lay my head on in the car. I miss when we would listen to music and just stare into each other’s eyes. I miss us. I miss you.
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The little girl within me The five year old that's crying The ten year old that's star gazing The fourteen year old trying to run away They never let me go Not for one day My soul always knows But my heart has gotten cold I've felt the entire galaxy of emotions I was too young I  had to be so strong It was never fair To let me wear Every single Piece of despair I ran away So to say Lived my life In every way That would cause you Shame I became The person to blame I never wanted to tame My name The world broke me Again They hurt me More than a friend I became Lost again Broken and at an end Never to open That little girl hiding Me running Never confiding With her I concur She became such a blur Empty with hints stars and light Soulless with a touch love and fight Searching for the spirit That gave me flight I fell so hard Never wanting to feel The pain that hurt her The shame that killed her The blame The names The broken and bruised Lonely cursed Hues Without her I was again A blur Everyday Waking up afraid. I didn't know She still runs the show She'll never let go She's fighting residing within never dying That girl who was always Whining Is still shining 🌟 The stars are blinding Only to others To me it's like love Filled with the deepest of wonders Wonderstruck Wonderful I feel her soul In the simplest of times She's fighting for her crimes Never letting her dreams die letting her hopes come true And every time they do I feel her heal I feel her warmth I feel the brightest smile For galaxies and miles Looking down on me I twirl around the entire galaxy Never a frown to be found When her biggest dreams finally touch the ground
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Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 7:07 PM UTC
HelloDaisies
Wonderstruck
The little girl within me The five year old that's crying The ten year old that's star gazing The fourteen year old trying to run away They never let me go Not for one day My soul always knows But my heart has gotten cold I've felt the entire galaxy of emotions I was too young I  had to be so strong It was never fair To let me wear Every single Piece of despair I ran away So to say Lived my life In every way That would cause you Shame I became The person to blame I never wanted to tame My name The world broke me Again They hurt me More than a friend I became Lost again Broken and at an end Never to open That little girl hiding Me running Never confiding With her I concur She became such a blur Empty with hints stars and light Soulless with a touch love and fight Searching for the spirit That gave me flight I fell so hard Never wanting to feel The pain that hurt her The shame that killed her The blame The names The broken and bruised Lonely cursed Hues Without her I was again A blur Everyday Waking up afraid. I didn't know She still runs the show She'll never let go She's fighting residing within never dying That girl who was always Whining Is still shining 🌟 The stars are blinding Only to others To me it's like love Filled with the deepest of wonders Wonderstruck Wonderful I feel her soul In the simplest of times She's fighting for her crimes Never letting her dreams die letting her hopes come true And every time they do I feel her heal I feel her warmth I feel the brightest smile For galaxies and miles Looking down on me I twirl around the entire galaxy Never a frown to be found When her biggest dreams finally touch the ground
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And on that first night, In the movie theater I cried because I knew You'd break my bones Crack my chest and tattoo My little heart with a drawing Of your neck. And when we got stuck in the mud Driving home from the show, It was all wonderstruck dirt Gravel hands and I stood in front of your Headlights - deliberate illusion, Creating a vision that went without notice It was my own fault, getting involved with anyone but a mortal. Bite my fingertips till they callous Or better yet, bleed. And why don't we go walking on airplane wings? Life is a death march, and we pass The time making cave drawings.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
scar
Airplane Wings & If You're Still Out There
And on that first night, In the movie theater I cried because I knew You'd break my bones Crack my chest and tattoo My little heart with a drawing Of your neck. And when we got stuck in the mud Driving home from the show, It was all wonderstruck dirt Gravel hands and I stood in front of your Headlights - deliberate illusion, Creating a vision that went without notice It was my own fault, getting involved with anyone but a mortal. Bite my fingertips till they callous Or better yet, bleed. And why don't we go walking on airplane wings? Life is a death march, and we pass The time making cave drawings.
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I am a wailing infant swaddled in my crib, warm with love. I am a playful toddler lying on the pavement with scraped knees, blind with tears. I am a running child on the playground at noon, breathless and free. I am a defiant teen hunched over on the curb, hopeless and broken. I am a wonderstruck bride bathed with white, full of life. I am a lonesome wife curled up in an empty bed, yearning for him. I am a delighted mother watching my baby drive away, proud beyond belief. I am a sorrowful widow standing beside his grave, abandoned and afraid. I am a decaying woman holding her first great-grandbaby, nostalgic but peaceful. I am a dying elder slipping into the darkness beyond, eager to rest. I am *crushed love-struck turbulent shattered passionate fearful euphoric anguished zealous grief-stricken victorious* alive
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
mikayla-shaw
Who I Am
I am a wailing infant swaddled in my crib, warm with love. I am a playful toddler lying on the pavement with scraped knees, blind with tears. I am a running child on the playground at noon, breathless and free. I am a defiant teen hunched over on the curb, hopeless and broken. I am a wonderstruck bride bathed with white, full of life. I am a lonesome wife curled up in an empty bed, yearning for him. I am a delighted mother watching my baby drive away, proud beyond belief. I am a sorrowful widow standing beside his grave, abandoned and afraid. I am a decaying woman holding her first great-grandbaby, nostalgic but peaceful. I am a dying elder slipping into the darkness beyond, eager to rest. I am *crushed love-struck turbulent shattered passionate fearful euphoric anguished zealous grief-stricken victorious* alive
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I am wonderstruck by the offerings of Nature. The birds that serenade with divine orchestration. The brook with its dancing waters that cleanse. The highways of land that caress my feet with grace. I’m wonderstruck by the present of earths realm. The gentle breeze that hugs inside love. The welkin that carries rainbows of beauty. The stones that vibrate as allies to heal. I am wonderstruck by the gift of life. The journey that holds grand adventure. The vessel that experiences for the soul. The breath that carries endless wisdom. I am wonderstruck by my sacred heart. The ticker that pumps both day and night. The structure that expands for enlightenment. The ***** that holds all my dreams. I am wonderstruck by the mysteries of life. The being who is a masterpiece of creation. The spirit in human form who becomes a sage. The human who is a walking being of love.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
star-bg
Wonderstruck
I am wonderstruck by the offerings of Nature. The birds that serenade with divine orchestration. The brook with its dancing waters that cleanse. The highways of land that caress my feet with grace. I’m wonderstruck by the present of earths realm. The gentle breeze that hugs inside love. The welkin that carries rainbows of beauty. The stones that vibrate as allies to heal. I am wonderstruck by the gift of life. The journey that holds grand adventure. The vessel that experiences for the soul. The breath that carries endless wisdom. I am wonderstruck by my sacred heart. The ticker that pumps both day and night. The structure that expands for enlightenment. The ***** that holds all my dreams. I am wonderstruck by the mysteries of life. The being who is a masterpiece of creation. The spirit in human form who becomes a sage. The human who is a walking being of love.
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Nothing beats the Bewilderment The amazement Being wonderstruck From 500 thousand dandelions In a field Just me Happy as can be I'm rolling I'm tumbling The dandelions have taken hold of me Behind a playground Little ol me Lost in the field Momma's looking for me Hours have passed I'm not her daughter right now I'm a fairie And this is my land My fun My everything The dandelions chose me And nothing has the same beauty As that sweet innocent bliss From a simple thing Like dandelions and me Feeling free as a bee 🐝 Why can't I still be that happy
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Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 4:54 PM UTC
HelloDaisies
Dandelions
Nothing beats the Bewilderment The amazement Being wonderstruck From 500 thousand dandelions In a field Just me Happy as can be I'm rolling I'm tumbling The dandelions have taken hold of me Behind a playground Little ol me Lost in the field Momma's looking for me Hours have passed I'm not her daughter right now I'm a fairie And this is my land My fun My everything The dandelions chose me And nothing has the same beauty As that sweet innocent bliss From a simple thing Like dandelions and me Feeling free as a bee 🐝 Why can't I still be that happy
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night is dark but lights are bright fades away but your ice blue eyes continue to haunt me all the way home i stayed at the party way too late but i was wonderstruck today and i never wanted to be alone i'd never wanted anyone except me but after seeing what we could be i realise exactly what i've been missing i can't sleep when it's so soon i turn around, look at the moon are you too looking at the same thing? my black eyes search the black night but i am using them to search for light there will be a way i think i'm in love with you it feels forward but it's true i was wonderstruck today
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
rose-13
wonderstruck
night is dark but lights are bright fades away but your ice blue eyes continue to haunt me all the way home i stayed at the party way too late but i was wonderstruck today and i never wanted to be alone i'd never wanted anyone except me but after seeing what we could be i realise exactly what i've been missing i can't sleep when it's so soon i turn around, look at the moon are you too looking at the same thing? my black eyes search the black night but i am using them to search for light there will be a way i think i'm in love with you it feels forward but it's true i was wonderstruck today
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From untouchable To wonderstruck From Xena and Gabrielle To Damon and Elena To looking at the stars And breathing in the moon From that's the way I loved you To a thousand years With laughter And heart Running away To a jump start Faith and hope Everyone telling us You are The poems I always Wrote You are the love I sought for The wonderstruck And enchanted Dancing in the snow Or breathing in October You and me Once drunk Now sober We are everything My heart dreamed Lying in a cold car Singing wonderstruck songs Playing along in my dreams Never to be Never to be Yet here we are More than I dreamed More then I could know Unselfish love Innocent like a dove Laughing and hugs Simplicity and the whole **** sky above We had red We had blue I have you You have me To pink And gold To all I ever want to know To your heart And my soul To my best friend My _lover_ Heaven always knew It was destiny It was meant to be To Cinderella And holding you I'll keep your hoodie You'll keep my Sparkling shoe👠
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Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 11:39 PM UTC
HelloDaisies
To our wedding
From untouchable To wonderstruck From Xena and Gabrielle To Damon and Elena To looking at the stars And breathing in the moon From that's the way I loved you To a thousand years With laughter And heart Running away To a jump start Faith and hope Everyone telling us You are The poems I always Wrote You are the love I sought for The wonderstruck And enchanted Dancing in the snow Or breathing in October You and me Once drunk Now sober We are everything My heart dreamed Lying in a cold car Singing wonderstruck songs Playing along in my dreams Never to be Never to be Yet here we are More than I dreamed More then I could know Unselfish love Innocent like a dove Laughing and hugs Simplicity and the whole **** sky above We had red We had blue I have you You have me To pink And gold To all I ever want to know To your heart And my soul To my best friend My _lover_ Heaven always knew It was destiny It was meant to be To Cinderella And holding you I'll keep your hoodie You'll keep my Sparkling shoe👠
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A gust of autumn's wind. And the leaves dance down. So many at once. Like a shower of glimmering gold coins. Falling to the earth. I stare out my window. At gusts and showers of gold. And I am wonderstruck. (edited)
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
elizabeth-gaye-trondsen
Showers of Gold
A gust of autumn's wind. And the leaves dance down. So many at once. Like a shower of glimmering gold coins. Falling to the earth. I stare out my window. At gusts and showers of gold. And I am wonderstruck. (edited)
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When the air hits my chest it reminds me of the place where you come to rest when the rain strikes on my face it misses your lost lips that used to wander in daze when the wind wipe my wrist it recalls me of the place where you used to call a bliss awestruck, wonderstruck was the only game but now, dumbstruck is the only known fame. this is the only lair for you so I am not worried if you lost your way.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
rimbaudiy
The only lair for you
When the air hits my chest it reminds me of the place where you come to rest when the rain strikes on my face it misses your lost lips that used to wander in daze when the wind wipe my wrist it recalls me of the place where you used to call a bliss awestruck, wonderstruck was the only game but now, dumbstruck is the only known fame. this is the only lair for you so I am not worried if you lost your way.
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I think we spend our days dreaming Things bright, things whole, things bleeding For something better than what we have now We are wonderstruck by the sky You better believe it's a beautiful sight But then we think of ourselves Stock us on shelves That get old and dusty But really, must we? He calls us perfect And we're so worth it Do we ever know How we're his pollema - his poem In our eyes, he's written pretty rhymes In our hair, there's beauty everywhere In our souls, there's limericks that glows He looks at the heart not at what people stare at Sonnets, honest -ly you should see How we are a masterpiece Please note How we are God's Poem
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
heather-mc-corkle
God's Poem
I think we spend our days dreaming Things bright, things whole, things bleeding For something better than what we have now We are wonderstruck by the sky You better believe it's a beautiful sight But then we think of ourselves Stock us on shelves That get old and dusty But really, must we? He calls us perfect And we're so worth it Do we ever know How we're his pollema - his poem In our eyes, he's written pretty rhymes In our hair, there's beauty everywhere In our souls, there's limericks that glows He looks at the heart not at what people stare at Sonnets, honest -ly you should see How we are a masterpiece Please note How we are God's Poem
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Wonderstruck by snow in winter like the season didn't hint her plans to me when the sky grew grey, the wind picked up, and what did it say? "Expect snow to fall while you sleep. It'll bury you three inches deep." I remember the warning so crystal clear and yet I'm surprised to see a deer outside my window playing in snow. And when I went outside and inspected the snow, it was cold, I don't know what I expected.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
tatiana
Shocked To See The Snow
Wonderstruck by snow in winter like the season didn't hint her plans to me when the sky grew grey, the wind picked up, and what did it say? "Expect snow to fall while you sleep. It'll bury you three inches deep." I remember the warning so crystal clear and yet I'm surprised to see a deer outside my window playing in snow. And when I went outside and inspected the snow, it was cold, I don't know what I expected.
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