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Celeste Nightingal Poem
Alone in the night, with no one to hold,
A life she never chose, yet she's so bold.
Her mother left her, on the day of her birth,
A cruel fate, that dealt her an insurmountable hurt.
She never knew the warmth of a mother's embrace,
Feeling lost and disconnected, in this lonely space.
She searched for love and care, but found none,
Left to face the world, with no one to lean upon.
Amidst the struggles, there was a man,
Who held her hand and helped her stand.
But fate had other plans, and he met his end,
In a moment of despair, that she couldn't comprehend.
His death left her shattered, with a heart so sore,
Feeling lost and broken, with a pain to the core.
She retreated within, with her grief so deep,
Hoping for peace, in this endless, sad sleep.
Her mother's abandonment, a wound so deep,
A lifetime of scars, too painful to keep.
A love that was lost, before it ever began,
A fate so cruel, no one can understand.
Days turned into months, and months turned into years,
As she faced life's blows, with her soul in tears.
Till one day, she closed her eyes, with a final sigh,
Leaving the world behind, with a last goodbye.
And so, she joins the stars, in the infinite sky,
With her dreams and hopes, that never did die.
A life so hard, that ended in sorrow,
A story of survival, in a world of no tomorrow.
Copyright © Celeste Nightingal | Year Posted 2023
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Celeste Nightingal Poem
She was a woman of beauty and grace
With a heart that longed for a lover's embrace
Her marriage was dull and devoid of desire
But a new flame ignited a passion that was dire
He was a man of power and charm
With eyes that sparkled with a dangerous alarm
Their affair was a secret, a forbidden delight
A love that burned with a passion so bright
She found in him what her husband lacked
A passion that filled her with a love so intact
Their stolen moments were like a dream
A love that was pure, or so it seemed
But the truth would soon come to light
A betrayal that shattered her with all its might
Her husband discovered her infidelity
A discovery that would end in tragedy
Her lover was gone, her heart torn apart
A love that was pure was now a painful remark
Her marriage was over, her life in despair
A love that was lost, beyond any repair
She learned too late that love can be a curse
A passion that consumes and leaves nothing but hurt
Her heart was broken, her soul in pain
A love that was lost, forever in vain.
Copyright © Celeste Nightingal | Year Posted 2023
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Celeste Nightingal Poem
She was born with the whole sky in her hands,
soft fingers reaching for a world that hadn’t yet told her no.
Her first breath was limitless—
the kind of infinite that only newborns know,
before the world shrinks them down,
before the weight of it all settles into their bones.
She could have been anything.
A girl who laughed, who danced,
who walked streets that weren’t filled with shadows,
who lived in a world that didn’t demand a price
for every moment of peace.
But that wasn’t the world she was given.
Her mother broke before she could teach her how to stand.
Love was something tangled—
a needle’s kiss, a bruise disguised as tenderness,
a promise that life was a game
where you always ended up losing.
The world didn’t wait for her to grow up.
It didn’t give her time to understand
before it ripped away the softness,
before it carved out her innocence
and replaced it with hunger.
She learned to walk without a destination,
because no matter where she went,
there were only locked doors.
She learned to take,
because the ones who followed the rules
were the ones who got devoured first.
She learned to run,
because stopping meant drowning,
and they don’t let girls like her come up for air.
She found love once.
Or maybe she only thought she did.
Soft hands, whispered promises,
a glimpse of something gentler.
She almost believed in it.
Almost.
But love is another kind of cage
when the world belongs to men with power,
and she should have known—
even those who love you will throw you away
if it keeps them safe.
So she learned.
Not to trust.
Not to dream.
Not to believe in mercy.
The world was a machine,
and she was just another cog
meant to grind itself into dust.
She should have let it.
She almost did.
But somewhere in the marrow of her bones,
beneath the scars and the bruises,
beneath the hunger and the rage,
something still refused.
Not hope.
Not faith.
Not a reason.
Just a screw you
She would suffer,
she would crawl through the ashes,
she would shatter every bone in her body
before she let them win.
She would not kneel.
She would not obey.
She would not be erased.
Because she was born limitless.
And not even the world itself
could take that from her.
Copyright © Celeste Nightingal | Year Posted 2025
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