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Hey, you! I love you,
In fact I love you so much,
You star in my dreams.
I met someone at an all county chorus who loved haikus, unfortunately I had none on me to share.
Arii Mar 19
I
can’t
Tell.  if
The      sky
Above       Is real

Or not          Quite there

Quite near                            Enough
To hold                                                   The stars
In the                                                                             Palm of
My hand                                                                                         And be
So glad                                                                         That I
Can see                                             The light
That shines         All through

The night.       Will it

Go out? Will it?

Will      it?

Go
out?
I looked at the crowded starry sky,
Trying to ignore that curly black haired guy,
The one who brings sunshine on my cloudy days,
But in the end, it hurt me in countless ways.

I tried to count the sparkling stars,
Hoping their light would heal my scars,
However, no matter how much I tried,
Deep down inside, my heart still cried.

The wind whispers softly in my ears,
A reminder of those thousand tears,
I shouldn’t let myself fall into his trap,
But his charm pulls me with a gentle snap.

Now, I’m all alone in the dark,
Trying to rise and forget the painful mark,
I close my eyes, wishing for peace in the night,
But it always feels just out of sight.

I guess you’re just another goodbye.
For happypill...
Aaron Beedle Mar 17
Black, space, satiated void,
a meaty elixir, romanticised steroid,
a lens through which we see the heart,
a core, a seed where life shall start.

I hope in deepest darkest dreams,
that life shall come as godly fiends,
to shame us all and show us splendour,
our childhood may we then remember.

When stars were bright and mighty things,
more than flame in frost,
they inspired our hearts and dreams,
the gifts that we have lost.

I look up and I see them each,
looking down on me.
worlds and stories I'd like to see,
but sadly cannot reach.
I want you here,
In this place with me.
I wish to hold you,
As the stars are born to the sky.

I need your touch,
These little fantasies.
I crave your kiss,
Each taste of love on your lips.

You, it's you.
I need you more than anything,
I need you more than water to drink.
Each touch of your hand restarts my broken heart,
Every grace of your touch raises me from the dead.
Are you a sorceress with a spell to temp me?
Or was I destined to cross paths with you?
My love is short yet tall
With sweet evenings stars gaze
While shes exoticly still
Cigarette in her svelte fingers
Wineglass firmly withIn her palm
Her rose dress is the blush
Of her cheeks
Adorable as a banquet of jazzy geeks
Her beauty like candle sighs that speaks
Loving kindness
My love is short and voluptuous
With  tender Compassions
Her brunnette hair flows
Like an exquisite waterfall glows
To the vineyard hymns of her *******
Where sunshine and moonlight
Deeply and sweetly waltzes
While we daydream gaze withIn gaze
Honey soothe of balm

Reynaldo Casison
Midnight stars
Luminous and fair
Moonlight waltzes in their hair

Reynaldo Casison
MetaVerse Mar 16
There once was a martian from Mars
Named Alfț'drônþopo'gorgg'glìån'nars:
     He constructed a spaceship
     And went on a spacetrip
To the farthest, most alien stars.
inkedsolace Mar 15
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui échappe mes mains,
mais reste en mes yeux,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
ces fantômes qui me moquent,
leur distance plus grande que je peux imaginer,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui danse en soirée,
et parle avec le soleil et la lune,
et je sais que c'est une folie, ce souhait,
mais j'aimerais manger les étoiles.
doing a little poetry unit in french class :)
Le français n'est pas ma langue première (c'est la troisième langue que je parle)... donc s'il y a des erreurs, je suis désolée.

Translation into English:
I would like to eat the stars,
that escape my hands,
but remain in my eyes,
I would like to eat the stars,
these ghosts that mock me,
their distance greater than I can imagine,
I would like to eat the stars,
those which dance in the evening
and speak with the sun and moon,
and I know it’s crazy, this wish,
but I would like to eat the stars.
Ankush Mar 13
I stare at stars waiting patiently,
For it to come to me as it blinks,
Through My eyes which is humid,
I wait in the dry wind.
I stood up tired , as I wait the
Clouds to be  cleared , and the stars
It Hid,
I want the stars again to shine
And the moon to dwell the sky as it
Caress it , all I do now is longing for
Peace that bestowed once upon me !
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