i hated the fact that my beloved is loving me too much ATM. he has chosen to sacrifice his future just to be with me. yes, i am overwhelmed, but i just couldn’t shake the fact that he is not taking the board exam just to make me happy. instead, it’s making me hate myself because i think i am affecting him too much that he has to give up a year’s time just because he loves me to much to leave me.
gabe
My beloved is gone today. I have no idea where she went; I just woke up and found this note sitting here, waiting for me. I’ve been here, reading and re-reading it, ever since. I guess I just didn’t believe she would actually go.
I watched as my beloved boyfriend walked toward me. No matter what negative feelings I was dealing with seeing him always put a smile on my face. The butterflies danced in my stomach as he approached and I melted into his hug. As long as I had him this would be all I ever needed.
verge
He was once my beloved. I waited for him. To make up his mind. And sometimes I was his, and sometimes I wasn’t. I gave him so much of my time. But I can’t wait anymore. I can’t wait for him to be certain. Because others will be, and that’s what I deserve. Yes, he was different, but that isn’t always enough to put life on hold.
For she was so beloved that all the birds and squirrels flocked to her with flowers and nuts and cheerful chirping songs. And she stooped towards them, holding her finger out, and stroked them, lovingly, on their backs.
Passersby would certainly marvel at the sight of them!
S L
My beloved.
I can cry all night through and resent your name for months, but you are still
my
beloved
Many things in life are beloved. We, as people, need to find out what those things are, those things that we hold dear. Then we must ask ourselves, what are they beloved?
Khalyd Clay
beloved. the word that brings comfort to your heart. something i long for and something i long to be known for. my heart yearns for my beloved and to be beloved to others. nothing is as soothing as this word. lovely.
Jill
beloved beloved the word just makes me smile. i have felt you through multiple eyes lips and heard you through 8 different kinds of ears. the only thing that i still can’t figure out is why you always end up leaving.
she was beloved. And I to her was beloved. But that’s all I can think of this word and how it sits how it permeates. what makes something loved vs beloved
Asia
dear beloveds that enter my life capture my heart in seconds. our eyes connect and i forget which part i liked about them best. i swear i didn’t mean to fall in love with you my beloved.
alyssa
She left him.
Alone in her many memories of darkness.
She forgot him.
He would remember unlike she did of the encounters they have faced.
She loved him.
But it was too late to start a new beginning…
Willow
Take care of your beloved. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Don’t forget to include yourself in that group of people you call Beloved.
mother father sister brother grandmother grandfather great-grandfather great-grandmother, martin luther king jr. elvis presley the beatles john lennon president kennedy
e
How is it that my beloved is nowhere to be found and that the toaster has short-circuited? How is it that bricks have flown in through the windows and shadows scuttle along the ceiling with knives in their hands and death in their eyes? Why do I see nothing but love for people who make so little sense, and show no sign of ever loving me back? Just take me out–just take me dancing.
beloved. what a sweet sound. could sound cheesy, but isn’t it a fundamental desire of a human being that they want to be beloved? it’s always important to go back to the basics, without entirely dismissing an idea.
kaorita
My beloved is kind and beautiful, I miss my beloved very much. He is an amazing person with many good and not so good qualities. But regardless I love my beloved very much.
Morgan
A term that, in a world rich with diluted phrases such as “awesome” and “amazing”, has managed to somewhat keep its appeal and gravity. Something which is awesome won’t necessarily inspire awe anymore, but if something were to be denoted as “beloved”, I think the original meaning would be carried.
Logan
i love my beloved animals. without them, i would be nothing but a whisper in the summer winds. i would blow through the trees and not have a word spoken out of me, but i have them… so i am the loud voices of the drops of rain in winter. i am running with the wind. constantly.
Willow
In the times of the bible people were beloved , there was a beloved. I too know someone who is beloved . He is beloved by many , but is he understood ? In his tsotality he is not . I am of too poor a background for him . he said I was a cripple but it’s , it was,- my life which made me different .
Anna Grogan
He wept for her, his life chained by an absence too great to bear. Though she was gone, he clung to her still, thoughts consumed passed reason and well-being, leaving him an intestable heir to now decaying estate.
My heart warmed as the bellows blew deep inside the engine room. The sweat glistened on the foreheads of the workers as their shovels gleamed in the light of my fire, feeding and growing the flame with the piles of fuel abound. Huge carts screeched down eternally used tracks filled to the brim, the burnables, made from the combustibles care and affection, so gracefully passed from my woman to me. Her mere presence created such a stir of activity that the workers immediately began hiring on part time help and working through their breaks, for the warmth of my heart was a thing of dedication and work ethic, they wanted her to feel the effect she stimulated within me.
i haate this type of sentiment that is such bunk who believes in this anyway and who are you willing to prove it to? I love alittle but love is so played in the world has somany prblems how ca
Ras Au-t Amam
beloved reminds me of anna karenina, or wait, it’s a book by toni morrison right? i will forever have stuck in my mind the image from her other book, sula? about the dry poop someone dug out of a baby, gross…but like those mental images you never get out of your head! weird. and….beloved…or dogs, maybe it reminds me of dogs, or my mom, i don’t really know. hmm. and the pronunciation? what is up with that? do you pronounce the ed? be-LOV-ed? or is it be-LOVED? i choose number one. personally.
Megan
The beeping of the heart-rate monitor was an unpleasant reminder of what was to come. The time in between beats was becoming increasingly, agonizingly slow. She held his hand and felt his own pulse, strong and full of growing pain, beating through her skin, as if trying to force hers into action. Because that heart that pumped blood into his hands would surely break if the heart that pumped blood into hers ever stopped.
Melinda Jane
i love to think of myself as a hippie loved by everyone and everything in this world but ive came to realize that everything isn’t so lovely so i decided skrew this i’m going to rule a planet someday AND YES THERE WILL BE NYAN CATS AND ROBOT UNICORNS ATTACKING so anyways goodnight. yesh goodnight. >.>
Madison
a warm feeling a shared return of love and acceptance and promise. biblical, gracious. Rare. Necessary for human development and adulthood. A combination of two words and a rule : Be Loved.
Carmen E
I miss the person I once called my beloved. I miss their laugh, their hair, their eyes, the way they understood. I miss the fact that they got who I was, and wanted to be with me. I hate the fact that they betrayed me and lied to me, and used me, and deceived me. It was all a hoax.
Kara
Beloved.
Be loved.
It’s surprising how something so small can make all the difference.
I never have felt beloved. Not for one person, or from one person. “Love” has always been this fragmented, inconsistent thing that causes such a great deal of anxious wonder.
Renee
I preferred his beard
and lengthy locks
but I loved his crooked smileand
I adored his curly hair
If his face is to be ignored,
Then I am still in love.
For his bad jokes,
His captivating mind,
and strong spirit still allure me
Though through it all,
it was his heart I loved best
His loving heart
His giving heart
His kind heart
His heart he gave to me
Yet, this is also the
heart he took back
this, the heart that stayed intact
as it watched mine break
the heart that grew cold in my hands
the heart I obviously hurt
yet
I can’t fathom how
He was my beloved
And I was beloved by him
He once was such possibility
But now he is an end
The end
Oh, how hard that is to say
How hard to fathom that is
A time without he
A strength without his arms
A life,
No longer beloved
I stroked my hand across his face gently, hot tears streaming down mine. I looked him in the eyes and whispered for the last time, “I love you.”
He pulled me close and our lips met for a moment. Just a moment. Our last moment.
There was only one thing left to do.
I picked up the knife and thrust it through my side.
“Goodbye, my beloved,” I choked.
and this is my beloved is a song that i sing constantly for auditions. It is a beautifully dedicated song to one’s loved one. And it is a song that is about standing up for love. Now is a beautiful time in society to talk about standing up for love. Love has become so passe. Let’s stand up for our beloved.
Teddy bears. Blankies. Adorable pets. You know the sorts. For children all around, their greatest friends and most amazing adventures are what seem to us as only beloved toys and playgrounds.
He put his arms around her shoulders and a let drop a single whisper in her ear as she woke up. It would have been very romantic, except she moved from sleeping to waking with the suddenness that had her drive her elbow into his stomach. But that was why he loved her. Usually.
God,
You are awesome. But I feel so happy, yet I feel this happiness is a distraction. I love you and I want to be the best for you, but why do I feel happiness is against that? I don’t know… but thank you. I owe you my life.
paige
What once used to be my beloved
We meet every day, just to pretend to be nice to each other, but soon the pretense fades.
Piercing yells hurt every time.
He was beloved by all…except those who didn’t care for him. Which was a surprising percentage of people who knew him. And, of course, the people who didn’t know him. Which was a surprising percentage of everyone. Maybe not that surprising, given how many people who knew him didn’t care for him.
Kaleigh
What is it to be beloved? Can you truly be beloved by someone that is not God? I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that I know what it is to be loved and cherished by those I love and cherish in a way that I will never be able to comprehend.
I call you beloved to show how much I love you and how much I care for you. When I call you my beloved I claim you as my own, I tell all the world that you are mine and that I am yours. When I call you this my dear, it is to simply say that I *love* you and I want everyone to know, without a doubt, that you let me call you my beloved; because you love me too
i hated the fact that my beloved is loving me too much ATM. he has chosen to sacrifice his future just to be with me. yes, i am overwhelmed, but i just couldn’t shake the fact that he is not taking the board exam just to make me happy. instead, it’s making me hate myself because i think i am affecting him too much that he has to give up a year’s time just because he loves me to much to leave me.
My beloved is gone today. I have no idea where she went; I just woke up and found this note sitting here, waiting for me. I’ve been here, reading and re-reading it, ever since. I guess I just didn’t believe she would actually go.
I watched as my beloved boyfriend walked toward me. No matter what negative feelings I was dealing with seeing him always put a smile on my face. The butterflies danced in my stomach as he approached and I melted into his hug. As long as I had him this would be all I ever needed.
He was once my beloved. I waited for him. To make up his mind. And sometimes I was his, and sometimes I wasn’t. I gave him so much of my time. But I can’t wait anymore. I can’t wait for him to be certain. Because others will be, and that’s what I deserve. Yes, he was different, but that isn’t always enough to put life on hold.
For she was so beloved that all the birds and squirrels flocked to her with flowers and nuts and cheerful chirping songs. And she stooped towards them, holding her finger out, and stroked them, lovingly, on their backs.
Passersby would certainly marvel at the sight of them!
My beloved.
I can cry all night through and resent your name for months, but you are still
my
beloved
Many things in life are beloved. We, as people, need to find out what those things are, those things that we hold dear. Then we must ask ourselves, what are they beloved?
beloved. the word that brings comfort to your heart. something i long for and something i long to be known for. my heart yearns for my beloved and to be beloved to others. nothing is as soothing as this word. lovely.
beloved beloved the word just makes me smile. i have felt you through multiple eyes lips and heard you through 8 different kinds of ears. the only thing that i still can’t figure out is why you always end up leaving.
she was beloved. And I to her was beloved. But that’s all I can think of this word and how it sits how it permeates. what makes something loved vs beloved
dear beloveds that enter my life capture my heart in seconds. our eyes connect and i forget which part i liked about them best. i swear i didn’t mean to fall in love with you my beloved.
She left him.
Alone in her many memories of darkness.
She forgot him.
He would remember unlike she did of the encounters they have faced.
She loved him.
But it was too late to start a new beginning…
Take care of your beloved. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Don’t forget to include yourself in that group of people you call Beloved.
mother father sister brother grandmother grandfather great-grandfather great-grandmother, martin luther king jr. elvis presley the beatles john lennon president kennedy
How is it that my beloved is nowhere to be found and that the toaster has short-circuited? How is it that bricks have flown in through the windows and shadows scuttle along the ceiling with knives in their hands and death in their eyes? Why do I see nothing but love for people who make so little sense, and show no sign of ever loving me back? Just take me out–just take me dancing.
beloved. what a sweet sound. could sound cheesy, but isn’t it a fundamental desire of a human being that they want to be beloved? it’s always important to go back to the basics, without entirely dismissing an idea.
My beloved is kind and beautiful, I miss my beloved very much. He is an amazing person with many good and not so good qualities. But regardless I love my beloved very much.
A term that, in a world rich with diluted phrases such as “awesome” and “amazing”, has managed to somewhat keep its appeal and gravity. Something which is awesome won’t necessarily inspire awe anymore, but if something were to be denoted as “beloved”, I think the original meaning would be carried.
i love my beloved animals. without them, i would be nothing but a whisper in the summer winds. i would blow through the trees and not have a word spoken out of me, but i have them… so i am the loud voices of the drops of rain in winter. i am running with the wind. constantly.
In the times of the bible people were beloved , there was a beloved. I too know someone who is beloved . He is beloved by many , but is he understood ? In his tsotality he is not . I am of too poor a background for him . he said I was a cripple but it’s , it was,- my life which made me different .
He wept for her, his life chained by an absence too great to bear. Though she was gone, he clung to her still, thoughts consumed passed reason and well-being, leaving him an intestable heir to now decaying estate.
My heart warmed as the bellows blew deep inside the engine room. The sweat glistened on the foreheads of the workers as their shovels gleamed in the light of my fire, feeding and growing the flame with the piles of fuel abound. Huge carts screeched down eternally used tracks filled to the brim, the burnables, made from the combustibles care and affection, so gracefully passed from my woman to me. Her mere presence created such a stir of activity that the workers immediately began hiring on part time help and working through their breaks, for the warmth of my heart was a thing of dedication and work ethic, they wanted her to feel the effect she stimulated within me.
i haate this type of sentiment that is such bunk who believes in this anyway and who are you willing to prove it to? I love alittle but love is so played in the world has somany prblems how ca
beloved reminds me of anna karenina, or wait, it’s a book by toni morrison right? i will forever have stuck in my mind the image from her other book, sula? about the dry poop someone dug out of a baby, gross…but like those mental images you never get out of your head! weird. and….beloved…or dogs, maybe it reminds me of dogs, or my mom, i don’t really know. hmm. and the pronunciation? what is up with that? do you pronounce the ed? be-LOV-ed? or is it be-LOVED? i choose number one. personally.
The beeping of the heart-rate monitor was an unpleasant reminder of what was to come. The time in between beats was becoming increasingly, agonizingly slow. She held his hand and felt his own pulse, strong and full of growing pain, beating through her skin, as if trying to force hers into action. Because that heart that pumped blood into his hands would surely break if the heart that pumped blood into hers ever stopped.
i love to think of myself as a hippie loved by everyone and everything in this world but ive came to realize that everything isn’t so lovely so i decided skrew this i’m going to rule a planet someday AND YES THERE WILL BE NYAN CATS AND ROBOT UNICORNS ATTACKING so anyways goodnight. yesh goodnight. >.>
a warm feeling a shared return of love and acceptance and promise. biblical, gracious. Rare. Necessary for human development and adulthood. A combination of two words and a rule : Be Loved.
I miss the person I once called my beloved. I miss their laugh, their hair, their eyes, the way they understood. I miss the fact that they got who I was, and wanted to be with me. I hate the fact that they betrayed me and lied to me, and used me, and deceived me. It was all a hoax.
Beloved.
Be loved.
It’s surprising how something so small can make all the difference.
I never have felt beloved. Not for one person, or from one person. “Love” has always been this fragmented, inconsistent thing that causes such a great deal of anxious wonder.
I preferred his beard
and lengthy locks
but I loved his crooked smileand
I adored his curly hair
If his face is to be ignored,
Then I am still in love.
For his bad jokes,
His captivating mind,
and strong spirit still allure me
Though through it all,
it was his heart I loved best
His loving heart
His giving heart
His kind heart
His heart he gave to me
Yet, this is also the
heart he took back
this, the heart that stayed intact
as it watched mine break
the heart that grew cold in my hands
the heart I obviously hurt
yet
I can’t fathom how
He was my beloved
And I was beloved by him
He once was such possibility
But now he is an end
The end
Oh, how hard that is to say
How hard to fathom that is
A time without he
A strength without his arms
A life,
No longer beloved
I stroked my hand across his face gently, hot tears streaming down mine. I looked him in the eyes and whispered for the last time, “I love you.”
He pulled me close and our lips met for a moment. Just a moment. Our last moment.
There was only one thing left to do.
I picked up the knife and thrust it through my side.
“Goodbye, my beloved,” I choked.
and this is my beloved is a song that i sing constantly for auditions. It is a beautifully dedicated song to one’s loved one. And it is a song that is about standing up for love. Now is a beautiful time in society to talk about standing up for love. Love has become so passe. Let’s stand up for our beloved.
Teddy bears. Blankies. Adorable pets. You know the sorts. For children all around, their greatest friends and most amazing adventures are what seem to us as only beloved toys and playgrounds.
He put his arms around her shoulders and a let drop a single whisper in her ear as she woke up. It would have been very romantic, except she moved from sleeping to waking with the suddenness that had her drive her elbow into his stomach. But that was why he loved her. Usually.
God,
You are awesome. But I feel so happy, yet I feel this happiness is a distraction. I love you and I want to be the best for you, but why do I feel happiness is against that? I don’t know… but thank you. I owe you my life.
What once used to be my beloved
We meet every day, just to pretend to be nice to each other, but soon the pretense fades.
Piercing yells hurt every time.
He was beloved by all…except those who didn’t care for him. Which was a surprising percentage of people who knew him. And, of course, the people who didn’t know him. Which was a surprising percentage of everyone. Maybe not that surprising, given how many people who knew him didn’t care for him.
What is it to be beloved? Can you truly be beloved by someone that is not God? I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that I know what it is to be loved and cherished by those I love and cherish in a way that I will never be able to comprehend.
The word used as a term of endearment.
I call you beloved to show how much I love you and how much I care for you. When I call you my beloved I claim you as my own, I tell all the world that you are mine and that I am yours. When I call you this my dear, it is to simply say that I *love* you and I want everyone to know, without a doubt, that you let me call you my beloved; because you love me too