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Nicole Signorelli Poem
A love so zealous
Can defy a thousand men
But to whom shall I give my love
If no one wants, what I have to offer him
I lay awake at night
And cry a million tears
My pillow cries back at me
Because it hears my fears
At daybreak, I lay awake
Heartbroken, yet I persevere
For I will never give up on finding him
Not for a hundred years
Today, I passed a man, who gave me a wink
I think …
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010
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Nicole Signorelli Poem
Always,
Do I love you.
Forever, I’ll be there.
Holding you in a tight embrace,
Everlastingly clutching you with care.
As far apart as we may be,
Our souls will stay intertwined.
As one we’ll be,
Always.
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2008
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Into
The field I walked
Then across the pasture
It was what I was looking for
A horse
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010
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Nicole Signorelli Poem
The end was unfortunate
Unexpected and even more permanent
Yet it was bound
And coming for a time long
She needed change
She needed him not to argue
Nevertheless, he did argue
This made it all the more unfortunate
And even harder to in his ways change
She tried to explain it was permanent
However, his ears fell short to her words, not long
To his crying and whimpering, she seemed bound
She was bound
To escape the argue
The droning on and on so long
He was the unfortunate
She was ready for permanent
Change
Moreover, it was time to change
This time had been bound
And she was sure this time around to make it permanent
No more to argue
No more of the unfortunate
It had taken too long
She would be gone, long
The winds of change
Were not unfortunate
They allowed her to be bound
Free and no one was to argue
It was permanent
A life of her own, a life that was permanent
A life that is long
With no one to argue
With new things to discover and a world of change
She was bound
To leave his horribleness, his unfortunate
So to argue about her permanent
The unfortunate and drawn long
Debated her change, yet she was bound
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010
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Nicole Signorelli Poem
An impossible husband I bet
Humble – no. Flat-faced and boring.
I sold out, determined to find a bar.
Now broke, but still thin. I lie.
He is out for sure these days.
When we married, we were content.
Now, lower love, successful careers, and high addictions.
Alternatively, such large issues no counselor will try.
Suited, forced, a runway model’s look-a-like. So, I didn’t lie.
He scours, ridiculing me to death.
Amidst the radio blaring. Population us two.
Relatively comparable, I’m slightly concerned.
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2011
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Nicole Signorelli Poem
And so I see your moving mouth
Not a coherent word my ears hear uttered
I must not assume
You're apologizing for the affair
For your love I now rival
For your heart I now lust
And I think she must too lust
Lustful for those lips on your mouth
I am certain she’s my rival
Cursed words I have uttered
They did little to suspend the affair
I must not assume
I must not assume
You are not subject to lust
Lust fuels the fire of this affair
Again curses fly from my mouth
Dirty words from your lips are uttered
Into the ear of my sole rival
The war wages against my rival
I must not assume
All words between us uttered
Lacking love, losing lust
I long to hit you squarely in the mouth
I long to banish remnants of this affair
You repeatedly indulge in your affair
And spoil my rival
By kissing her demon mouth
I must not assume
It cannot be love but only lust
Evil wishes against her I have uttered
Hopeful wishes she has uttered
Longing for more than the affair
Love is blossoming from her lust
‘Til death do us part her I’ll rival
I must not assume
That you meant it when the words I love you left your mouth
From your mouth your love you've uttered
I must not assume it was not of the affair
Your mightiest rival is lust
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2007
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Nicole Signorelli Poem
I am constantly stressed
So I see my shrink
My psychiatrist, too, of course
And, oh yeah, this group –
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
A “Life Skills” group
Supposedly,
They teach me life skills
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010
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Nicole Signorelli Poem
Crafty am I - a croccodile
Native here to the Nile
I've been lying low for a while
Waiting a chance to cramp your style
I disguise myself with great guile
I cannot wait to replace your smile
With a frown of utter vile
Crafty am I - a croccodile
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2011
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Nicole Signorelli Poem
So long it has been
Since you have kissed my lips
So long it has been
I long and miss your caress; it has been a while
Since you have even held me by my hips
I long for the taste of your mouth when we kiss
So long it has been
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010
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The girl’s beauty was her entitlement.
As she was born only human,
Was she not designed to embrace what God had pre-selected for her?
On any occasion,
She would stare in her mirror,
Lost in her own eyes.
Lost in a world of vanity.
Perhaps anxiety,
That one-day age would deprive her of her youth.
Every minute spent in that mirror,
Was another minute taken away from her.
A prophet came to her one day.
To put some sense and hope in her naughty little head,
But she took no heed.
Constantly, staring her beautiful self down in the eye.
So in hindsight, perhaps she should have torn herself away.
Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010
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