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The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.
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i had a dream we stared at the stars as you held me dearly in your arms
my heart beat and twisted because that was where i was meant to be
it was perfect until i woke up and my eyes overflowed with the sea
because its been months and youre over me
i remember idolizing the dreams as our future one day
no matter if you were too scared to come out as gay
we were going to lay in flower fields in...
The sky, once a canvas of shimmering light,
Now looms as a void in the desolate night.
Its stars, once alive with a radiant gleam,
Now whisper of loss, like a fading dream.
What once held the whispers of wonder untold,
Now stares back at me, so lifeless, so cold.
A realm of enchantment, where wishes took flight,
Now pierces my soul with its barren delight.
The galaxies hum, but their tune’s turn...
It was a place with fields open and wide
And beautiful starts in the midnight sky
You can lay in the magical light
But nothing is forever, especially this sight
For factories and cities were constructed
And the beauty of the stars was disrupted
Pollution filled the air
And the stars were not spared
Now it was just a gray sky
To be cleared, no one did try
No came to see these stars
For this place...
The moonlight danced on shattered dreams,
As silence echoed through broken streams,
Once vibrant skies, now dim and grey,
Where hopes had soared, but led astray
The laughter of past now fades,
Lost in the shadows, in quiet cascades
The fire that once bright and bold,
Now flicker faint in the bitter cold
Beneath the wait of memories old,
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;
A place on...
I never did grow used to the dying of my sun,
Slowly… I lost all feeling… that which made me human.
Your absence left a dark, unfillable hole,
And a heart… shriveled, brittle… like charcoal.
I dare not speak, nor write of how I feel,
For in doing so, I think of you… and all that was real.
Wherefore art thou, my star-crossed love, my Romeo?
And why could we not drink of the same Cup of Ambrosio?...
Headfilness, is like deep vast sector of the ocean but does not allow you to repeat the same emotion
In the attempt, you miss the boat
Yet you press on hoping for another show
That how I felt when I went back home
Hoping to feel the city’s fold
To feel my heart fill with excitement
Acting as if my first assignment
To see the skyline drift through the wind
And feel the good bumps on my skin ...
Trees full of life,
Only to be cut with a knife.
Children who were once filled with laughter;
Only turned to screams after.
To walk along these roads of shame,
Is the true meaning of blame.
The world is dull and cruel.
The forest burn with fiery fuel.
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;
A place once so magical now hurt to behold....
Everywhere I look I see lies or delusion,
Built on a terrible man-to-gain fusion.
Oh, the terrors I have unknowingly caused,
The lives of so many brazenly stopped or paused.
I thought within these walls I was safe,
Now they’re causing my very soul to chafe.
Everything I’ve ever known has been wrong
My only option is to trust a traitor’s song?
Looking up to where dragons and fairies fly,
We “earned...
We used to stargaze every June
On our favorite beach, on a sandy dune
You’d hold my hands and make me laugh
I brought a bottle of wine, you had half
We discussed our plans for the upcoming years
Sharing our hopes and wishes and fears
My head on your chest, your fingers in my hair
Crashing waves and sweet salt air
You kissed my lips and gave me a ring
Everything was perfect until the next s...
The sky full of stars was grand and bold; a place so magical like a heart of gold.
Friends sat and gossiped
Before being silenced
As the golden whisps stretched
Across the horizen
A place so magical
Performing a noble show
When the curtains finally closed
No one wanted to go home
Eventually everyone faded away
Leaving me on the ground
Here to stay
A sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; ...
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