"yourslef" poems - Hello Poetry

She is waiting there by herself. A woman, in a light colorful dress, that contrasts her gentle shoulders and sensible neck. It's raining. You see how the rain drops falling down from the sky are touching her and burst with exhiliration. They cover all her body, pure and shining like a heaven itself. She is standing there alone in the crowd. Cars, buses are passing by, but she is waiting for something or... somebody. A deep uncertain regret starts permeating your mind, something that you are not, yet, able to understand yourslef but what causes pain. May be that's the sorrow of realizing that she doesn't know you or... the thought that you would never be able to kiss her shoulder, and you don't want more. Even kissing her, you would have done it so gently and carefully, so that you would not have destroyed the harmony of her endless beauty... beauty of the lake, reflecting the sky and rising sun, that leaves you dazzled if you look on it. That kind of beauty you would not dare to touch, but just let it shine through you. A beauty that tells you the reason of life, and tranquilizes your soul. You wish your life was as ideal as the traits of her face, eyes, lips... You wish you were a wind that touches her so elegantly, without a word or any wrong movement, leaving itself in every and each cell of her body, disappearing in her sweet scent... You wish... And when you open your eyes you see her sitting in somebody's car... and the car is going away... you're sitting alone waiting for the bus...

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Mar 22, 2010

Mar 22, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC

lewis-r

on a bus stop

She is waiting there by herself. A woman, in a light colorful dress, that contrasts her gentle shoulders and sensible neck. It's raining. You see how the rain drops falling down from the sky are touching her and burst with exhiliration. They cover all her body, pure and shining like a heaven itself. She is standing there alone in the crowd. Cars, buses are passing by, but she is waiting for something or... somebody. A deep uncertain regret starts permeating your mind, something that you are not, yet, able to understand yourslef but what causes pain. May be that's the sorrow of realizing that she doesn't know you or... the thought that you would never be able to kiss her shoulder, and you don't want more. Even kissing her, you would have done it so gently and carefully, so that you would not have destroyed the harmony of her endless beauty... beauty of the lake, reflecting the sky and rising sun, that leaves you dazzled if you look on it. That kind of beauty you would not dare to touch, but just let it shine through you. A beauty that tells you the reason of life, and tranquilizes your soul. You wish your life was as ideal as the traits of her face, eyes, lips... You wish you were a wind that touches her so elegantly, without a word or any wrong movement, leaving itself in every and each cell of her body, disappearing in her sweet scent... You wish... And when you open your eyes you see her sitting in somebody's car... and the car is going away... you're sitting alone waiting for the bus...

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my fingers tickle keys about pointless topics that many strangers read i try to impress those with a rythm i attempt to keep i think of impressing others even when i sleep but it gets tougher and tougher when the same **** keeps happening. talking about crimes in streets thats redundant talking about drugs thats redundant talk about depression? PLEASE! we're in a recession. if your tears aint making me money start walking honey because starving yourslef to skin bones isnt worth that emotional sydrome. we need to get grown and become logical, not philosophical. what if is just some ******** that will make smash into an obstacle pretty quick. im sick of the same **** same **** same **** same **** same **** same **** my days are painful and slow they treck alongside me like a snail in a hurdle racing a turtle. there's no prgression no incentive no reason to be inventive because its all about the money not the culture as the vultures tear us to ribbons rich ******* sippin on lifes bosoms is cushioned with oppurtunity. all i would like to say is if you plant a seed give water. not need.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC

miguel-a-barriento

**** Doesn't Change.

my fingers tickle keys about pointless topics that many strangers read i try to impress those with a rythm i attempt to keep i think of impressing others even when i sleep but it gets tougher and tougher when the same **** keeps happening. talking about crimes in streets thats redundant talking about drugs thats redundant talk about depression? PLEASE! we're in a recession. if your tears aint making me money start walking honey because starving yourslef to skin bones isnt worth that emotional sydrome. we need to get grown and become logical, not philosophical. what if is just some ******** that will make smash into an obstacle pretty quick. im sick of the same **** same **** same **** same **** same **** same **** my days are painful and slow they treck alongside me like a snail in a hurdle racing a turtle. there's no prgression no incentive no reason to be inventive because its all about the money not the culture as the vultures tear us to ribbons rich ******* sippin on lifes bosoms is cushioned with oppurtunity. all i would like to say is if you plant a seed give water. not need.

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Life is not a important thing on to be discused, cause life means to be lived for some one special but not to be in restricions, and bounds of offence made by the world's liveing conditions, it is a sequence of obstacles and some nice feelings, that we find after overcoming from the disgusting fight for existing, it is not a story to be spoken, but a sense of conciousness that cant and can be broken, it is the greatest thing to be wanted, but not a recyclable thing or self start vehicle that can be restarted, obviously the feeling and the sense of a madness for life or to be lived, is the way to be lived in the virtual world but not to be in real field, and there is a felling to be quite and loneleyliness, which can't be dscribed, so it seemed to be involved in a fight, it's beautifull to be take off the limitations of life, but it can e positive or most worse terrible situations seemed as to be going wild, there can be endless reasons of love for a glittering someone, and only who is living and breathe for you or can be poisinous for your believe & faith and also for none, at last just keep in mind that you, have to take out he situations you see yourslef seemed to be fit, and kick out those persons who thought that you dont have the right to exist.

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC

Akash-mazumdar

my own views on life

Life is not a important thing on to be discused, cause life means to be lived for some one special but not to be in restricions, and bounds of offence made by the world's liveing conditions, it is a sequence of obstacles and some nice feelings, that we find after overcoming from the disgusting fight for existing, it is not a story to be spoken, but a sense of conciousness that cant and can be broken, it is the greatest thing to be wanted, but not a recyclable thing or self start vehicle that can be restarted, obviously the feeling and the sense of a madness for life or to be lived, is the way to be lived in the virtual world but not to be in real field, and there is a felling to be quite and loneleyliness, which can't be dscribed, so it seemed to be involved in a fight, it's beautifull to be take off the limitations of life, but it can e positive or most worse terrible situations seemed as to be going wild, there can be endless reasons of love for a glittering someone, and only who is living and breathe for you or can be poisinous for your believe & faith and also for none, at last just keep in mind that you, have to take out he situations you see yourslef seemed to be fit, and kick out those persons who thought that you dont have the right to exist.

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I live in a state where the girls are not gay but the culture is Where my boy only tells you he loves you when it's convenient When your i love you's are only true if they come with the gift of your body I live someplace where the women do not bloom often The girls have guilty minds from putting dainty things on display while men find joy in plucking them but we do not tell dad That nice man is giving girl attention She asks her self if this is love Little girls are too little and too big too They tell you let your mind grow but dont let your bodies move Girls who are tight with mature minds are for men who lack depth Who have bottle caps for heads cause there's no water room Shave your ***** cause he wants you too Plus your legs cause he wants those smooth Say "please" and "thank you" Pretty girls gotta be polite Say "I'm sorry." cause existing upsets the balance of their breathing If you woulda been sweeter you coulda saved yourslef another breakdown "But i love him." say "Im sorry Sorry. Sorry! sorry..." I appologize.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC

Prettygirl

Say

I live in a state where the girls are not gay but the culture is Where my boy only tells you he loves you when it's convenient When your i love you's are only true if they come with the gift of your body I live someplace where the women do not bloom often The girls have guilty minds from putting dainty things on display while men find joy in plucking them but we do not tell dad That nice man is giving girl attention She asks her self if this is love Little girls are too little and too big too They tell you let your mind grow but dont let your bodies move Girls who are tight with mature minds are for men who lack depth Who have bottle caps for heads cause there's no water room Shave your ***** cause he wants you too Plus your legs cause he wants those smooth Say "please" and "thank you" Pretty girls gotta be polite Say "I'm sorry." cause existing upsets the balance of their breathing If you woulda been sweeter you coulda saved yourslef another breakdown "But i love him." say "Im sorry Sorry. Sorry! sorry..." I appologize.

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I am wearing a pink plaid skirt, but I think it’s too short, maybe my huge thighs are ruining it. Oh my god, he is looking at me, but maybe not me, maybe he is looking at the hot chick beside me, after all why would he look at me, the payjama wearing nerd. People call me slim, I am not slim. It’s called skinny. Look, my bones are showing from every side of my body. Oh my god, this top is so beautiful but I can’t wear it, it’s too shot and my tummy will be peaking out. “NO” Just two words- APPRECIATE YOURSLEF This fear is what makes you imperfect, not the way you look, or talk, or walk.

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC

anothergirlwithfantasies

Atelophobia- fear of imperfection

I am wearing a pink plaid skirt, but I think it’s too short, maybe my huge thighs are ruining it. Oh my god, he is looking at me, but maybe not me, maybe he is looking at the hot chick beside me, after all why would he look at me, the payjama wearing nerd. People call me slim, I am not slim. It’s called skinny. Look, my bones are showing from every side of my body. Oh my god, this top is so beautiful but I can’t wear it, it’s too shot and my tummy will be peaking out. “NO” Just two words- APPRECIATE YOURSLEF This fear is what makes you imperfect, not the way you look, or talk, or walk.

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