Bessie Celeste

Bessie Celeste Poems

They say love comes easily like butterflies in may.
Am I the only one tasting the agony while breaking free?
I want to live, beg to breathe but need your voice like a sailor needs the sea.

Live was freely when we still dreamed of our aim.
It tasted better and higher.
Spirit no human could tame.

The cemetery flowers you gave me as a Birthday present,
I still keep them with me.
A cheap calla flower bouquet.
Tied to a box of sticky chocolates.

3 am.
There is a Ventriloquist in the cherry glass of mine.
Pulling out a puppet.
Created it of silk and shivers.

The only things that will remain.
Are a coffin made of glass and memories that stay the same.
Wood will turn to dust and same will your fingertips.
Flowers break through to breathe the rest of the love from it.

You took me out of the safe bed of trees.
You took my breath and identity.
You shook the earth and buried it under the sea.
You took the last sigh out of my mouth.

I loved you ten thousand years ago.
When it was even not a word.
No statement was written on a coffee mug.
No blood on a sword.

I feel the same as the pavement on that we turn circles.
Thousand people are crossing me.
Concrete sea.

People we loved so deeply.
Once we did even not acknowledge it.
Will all become ghosts one day.
Part of our remembrance or pieces of the earth beneath our feet.


You know I never say a word.
Everybody thinks to know about me.
Like the picture in the frame.
Smiling eyes are screaming.


A flower can be a thorn.
A mouse can be a monster.
A leaf can be the dust of time.
A water drop can be the tears of mine,

Tempus moriendi
Lakes turned into drops.
Thirsty for some love.
Dried out from the last sunbeam.

I have cut those anchors loose.
Turned the roots away, because they never wanted me to stay.
Picked my angel wings and buried them in the river.
New identity.

Some funny person placed a cemetery on the other side of my street.
Next to the primary school and the cantine there are lying graves six feet deep.
Crosses build from marbled stone, decorated, replaced or rusty and gone.

Born under the wandering star.
Some say it's special, some may tear it apart.
Mother's homeland didn't acknowledge it.
Broke the necklace so we transform it into pearls instead.

These wrinkles around my eyes will tell the stories when my mouth won't speak.
The story of living and birth.
How soft skin turned into leather.
Your touch turned to thorns and thunder weather.

Bessie Celeste Biography

I am a writer of fantasy and young-adult books and an individual human being that loves poetry. To get further information about my work take a look at my homepage;

The Best Poem Of Bessie Celeste

Autumn Leaf

They say love comes easily like butterflies in may.
Am I the only one tasting the agony while breaking free?
I want to live, beg to breathe but need your voice like a sailor needs the sea.

Hate to be a sheep but promise to be your autumn leaf instead.
Shine for the moment.
Cling on shaking branches.
Golden and brightly.
Pretend to believe it will last until time breaks me into dust.

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Bessie Celeste Quotes

A brave person is a person that climbs the hill of life while trying to conquer fear with each step.

A heart that doesn't embrace nature's beauty hardens until it turns to dust.

A person who talks too much has not much to say.

A pessimist is a person that had endured pain ten thousand times before and became tired of the thorns.

A soulmate is a person that sees through your thousand faces and loves the real you when the masquerades are falling.

A soulmate is a person that sees through your thousand faces and loves the real you when the masquerades are falling.

A strong woman is like a thunderstorm and sunbeam at the same time. Unpredictable, free as the wind, beautiful, dangerous and aware of her ability to change the world.

Art is more than just an emotional expression. It is my oxygen, my invisible twin, third hand and torchlight in the dark.

Artists find inspiration in the insanity of situations. Heartbreak is used as the hand of creation. It creates purple rivers, black flowers and icy sunrises.

As a writer, you not only write but bleed words.

As a writer, I need to write to breathe.

As long you breathe, you should be the person you always wanted to be.

Diversity is not a modern age noun. It is the quintessence of existence.

Don't speak in anger, most likely you will regret it the next morning.

Each tree is wiser than the whole of humanity put together.

Eyes are the truest storytellers. Look into someone's eyes and you will find books filled with love, pain and suffering.

For an artist, art is not a hobby. It is an obsession. It is the air we breathe. The partner we spent 24 hours a day with. It is the desire at our fingertips to create.

I am tired of people's format, so I declare myself alien.

I will build doors through walls when people don't give me a chance. I will crawl to the mountaintop if I am too tired to climb. I will become the lone wolf because I need to.

I´d rather be a clear drop of rain than an ocean made of lies. I´d rather be a colourful leaf than a tree with weak roots. I´d rather be mine than yours instead.

I'd rather learn from nature than from humans. We still don't know how to live together, while plants and animals work together to create an ecosystem.

Life is like a flower, if you don't water it, you will fade away and turn to dust.

Love is the most complicated magic of all. The universe will let us turn circles and will make fun of us because we are fools for love. Searching and longing, but never finding.

'Materialism is like a gold chain around your neck, it's shimmery and shiny, but it's still a chain'.

People can't break me, and neither do things harm me. Gold and diamonds can't fool me, but if the moon fades, I will fall apart.

People who offer me an honest smile from within are more precious than diamonds or gold ever can be.

So that seed grows into a strong tree, it takes decades of time, thunder, hail and storm. We can only turn stronger through the experiences and pain we go through. Build with the years a stronger self.

Sometimes it is easier to fall in love with a person than to trust deeply. Like the water trusts the sea. Like the moon trusts the sun.

Terrific books leave us heartbroken and messed up, longing for answers and happy endings.

The most important words are the words we tell each day ourselves.

The most painful loss is the loss of dignity.

Value discipline over motivation. Motivation will not carry you the whole way, while discipline picks you up and keeps you going.

Without nature, I never will be whole again.

Regret only the things you have never done. Like dancing in the rain, saying I love you and being yourself. Unapologetically.

I don't believe in a God dressed like Santa Claus. Sentencing and judging his creations. I do believe in good humans, love and character.

The best stories come when you feel messed up.

Writing is having power over someone's life in a thousand little ways.

Being a Writer is not for the faint-hearted. It is tough, and some days it will seem overwhelming, but it is worth the pain.

Never write to please anybody, or you will become the most unhappy author. Only write to please yourself and the ones that understand your art.

Maybe my books aren't the next Nobel prize winner, but I write with passion and heart.

You won't find the answers in most adult books but the books written for the little ones. The answers you need are written in the Little prince and not in Romeo and Juliet.

As a writer, you will first get the critique and then the appreciation when you are dead, declaring the book a classic masterpiece of words.

I love the villain and evil characters in books the most because they are more reliable and interesting. They are like martinis in a tea room.

Being an introvert is a special gift. We don't talk nonsense all the time, don't dive into crowds of fools and are world-class spies

I tried to be perfect like the others and then realised I'm not too keen to transform into a zombie.

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