Tarrakkul the Gazzele
I am Tarrakkul the Gazelle,15 year old poetess. Not really though, I don't write just to write, I write poems only in times of great emotion, when inspired by life. I am a child of Croatian and many other heritages, but I am an American citizen, and I actually consider myself to be a person from the part of the world that I live in, a place I will not tell the name of. I don't have any friends my ... more »
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Tarrakkul the Gazzele Poems
To The Same Boy
On the road we meet, just pass by I should say, Our eyes meet for a startling moment, then we go our own ways. Every time I see you my heart skips a beat, Every time you see me you turn away and look at your feet.
Whispers Of Hope
What? What? What does this world hold for us, my love? This feeling inside me, it tells me we were made for more,
The Flame that Wandered
Deep beneath the shadows she lay, Beaten, left for dead, at early day. Blood runs from her head and shoulders, But who is this who rides over the boulders?
White sky brightening Icicles melting slowly Black slush under feet
My Life, I Lay You Down
Standing still the moment before you departed your crystal eyes wrapped in golden lashes
Things have changed. Freedoms are gone. The safety of the old ages is gone. Left am I in the dry peril.
You have no idea, the way my heart flutters, like your hair in the wind. I feel a rising tide,
The Sending Of The Holy Book
To you my friend, A letter that has no end. Read this book I send, your soul it in the Spirit will mend.
My Yearning, My Hope
My God my God, you are so beautiful, your holiness cannot dirtied, In my guilt and sorrow I lift my face to you,
To My Yet Unknown Love
Ah, ah ah ah! ! ! ! ! lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, yaryaryar! I don't know,
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To The Same Boy
On the road we meet, just pass by I should say,
Our eyes meet for a startling moment, then we go our own ways.
Every time I see you my heart skips a beat,
Every time you see me you turn away and look at your feet.
All of the people but you whisper about me,
They say that I am beautiful, what foreign land I am from they cannot see.
But you, you walk without hesitating, you think not of of me,
While others turn their heads to look back as I walk through the streets,
You go straight forward, giving me no second glance.
I marvel at you, you jewel among pebbles, ...