Love....by me (written 2004) Love... something my lips once said
I find love to be too young for me
A child it loves to play with the soul
My soul is too grown for this
for this thing called love....
but what must I do in this sleep
when one comes
should I wait, wait for it to leave
and then it be the real love I left?...
that I left... One Rose...by me 2004 I saw a rose during one spring morning
Its skin as red as morning dew
A love I felt within my fingers
A love I thought would be so true
But yet I came back and it was gone
My heart would never learn to sing.....
It gave back my sorrow and my pain
Yet kept my everything ------------------------------------------------------------------ ONE OF MY SHORT POEMS
My Little Poem by me 2008 he was my poem
my heart would recite him
every day and every night
a beautiful poem I loved
so dearly, so true
I remember when
the wind took it away from my hands
and carried it
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Aurielle's poem held a great amount grace, passion, flow, voice, imagery, and unique metaphors. She always ends her poem with a sigh of thoughts... Setted within the century of shakesphear, where such legend poets had grazed, she writes classical. Upon her windowsill, she lays her hair tis gentle and writes. She writes of love, peace, hate and stress. She indeed speaks from her soul and mind which many can not. Such words she creates upon lines as Romeo somwhere listens... She is influenced by Shakeshpear,(same birth) Elizabth Barring, Egdar Allen Poe, and Robert. Catch her daydreaming upon her pen as it paints such beauty
and though she is only 18...
"I love to read oldpoetry because that is where poetry becae as we know and I also like to paint influenced by classical paintings...
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY POEMS
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Rainbow Rose
A rainbow rose dips through a garland of rapture
Dyed in its vibrant bow once we kiss the calm
Swiftly glowing, held of every parted dreams
Conveying the love that crops upon the sky
He held me in his arms and again it is seen
behind a glass of our love presence
She perches her nose to watch us through
Glistening over the dry weltered pane
I myself want to look for long but my man...
I'm afraid it would end this moment with him
but why is she looking and not at herself?
Indeed she's beautiful, but does she know?
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More Then Dream~~~ ~~~~~~~A ashen radiance flickers from my end, with gesture
My man he ponders, waiting for me to slumber so
he can meet me by the summer’s waterfall again
sitting by the rock to conclude our gorgeous kiss
So gorgeous he kisses with combustion and luminosity
flowing cascading suns in my own dreadful respires
His eyes the glistening and pure of a still moon
Looking in my every view to the height of my amazement
As supple as a love dream your love comforts my life
when the abstraction emerges after the eyes are lit
running from the very essence of your empathy
where love is not acquainted with reality love
she can not clarify her emotions there quite silent
becoming only metaphors, unable to be painted
only if you knew how beautiful his love and he was
to take in concideration when I say that
you and your love are more beautiful ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Pretends Peace Lobes fall forth from the jasmine morn
As the brook drifts into fair feathers
The wind breathes calm upon my ears
Love was once something gorgeous
I floated within a fluff sea of passion
in his bouquet I endured in a sleep
where passion swelled my soul crisp
my heart still fumes its scarlet
I watch as many moments arrive at once
Pressed between his folded clay-heart
Glorious feelings that begs my ears
Another love that touched my heart
Chin upon knees my eyes drip sighs
As the sight spins marvelous beauty
Sweet tranquility pretends infront
Love always has its time I see
A Hand To A Rose by ~~Me~~
If I could lift your heart up
Like a hand does to a rose
I would take your heart upon me
and breath its whole being
to take in all of you forever
These are the things I do
Daydream
Things I want to become in the future
Fashion designer and/model
Get a degree/work in France, Paris
Tokyo, Japan
(artistic in their expression of design and texture)
artist influence by classical art
dancer
PARIS...MY FAVORITE PLACE I hope to learn french and study fashion designing
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REMEMBER THAT ALL LOVE COMES FROM GOD
MY FAVORITE POEM
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
From "Collected Poems" by Edna St. Vincent Millay,
published by Harper & Brothers Publishers.
Copyright © 1956 by Norma Millay Ellis
For Aurielle
I met a sable mermaid by the sea,
Her flesh was like the night around the Moon,
Her eyes were deep and dark, a strong typhoon,
Her lips curled in a smile of sorcery!
She kept me thralled with lovely poetry,
Strung pearls about her throat, a great festoon!
I spoke with her that magic afternoon,
Where she is queen of all her empery!
I said: “My sweet dark princess of these isles,
Have I dreamed you? Or yet have you dreamed me?
I am as nothing to your winsome wiles,
Through some magic we are in harmony;
A mythic Cleopatra ruling Niles,
My mermaid by this cool and satin sea!”
--Michael--
Why not follow God
when life is really Heaven or Hill...
and who knows what heaven looks like
all I know is my soul will be amazed
"What? you said that when we die we will forever be either in heaven or hell
and hell is where all demons lie and all evil
and how sad that one can't take the pain of death
and hurt and anger
when satan is who is the master of this
and his home is hell....
Oh my so let me try to follow God and
do everything I am suppose to do
so that I don't lie in the home of Satan, HELL
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
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A u r i e l l e on July 22hey all my friends. If you enjoy my work I have a book called "The Sweetest Voice" filled with 200 of my poems for $18.00
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A u r i e l l e on June 28The White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
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a dozenglassroses on June 6Song dedicated to A U R I E L L E
cause I love you A U R I E L L E no I won't let it go LOL
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monstruo on May 28Hello Aurielle, hope all is well with you. Have I told you yet that I love the images on your page? Very elegant.
