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Possibilities of uniting love and trust are endless and indestructible.
Reflections of a cool summer day in New England
To the one I’ll never say goodbyes So many times. I’ve had you in my bed. Not in reality But in my head... I find you sexually attractive So dominate my body I’m willing to be submissive.... Lust fuels our intimacy But our fire burns O
A quote from the movie DR STRANGE
You are the air that I breathe, the wind that caresses me, the rain that wet me, the sun that warms me, the star that guides me, the moon that lights me, my world. The rose that I feel, the grass that I touch, the waves that carry me to d
Hammer to fall, burst of love
This is a poem of the turmoil that every human being faces. Many subconsciously face these feelings, and drown their guilt and pain through intoxication and other addictive measures. The second part of the poem shows Jesus' compassion to all and that He cares about us in what we go through. He is ready and willing to receive us and save us if we will lay our sins at His feet in repentance.
It was a lovely day when I wrote this. I had just read an article about weather modification and was wondering how in the world man could convince himself that he is better than God to decide he can play with the weather. It has destroyed a lot of the earth with man's playing around with things. If only he could leave it alone and let God control the earth.
this poem is a hope of ray for young prople
A stroll on the beach beneath a starry sky Listening to the breakers as we go by A walk in the country through forest of green Cascading waterfalls and streams to be seen Visiting churches with domes and with spires With their ornate window
colour my life
I have written about love, written about fate I have written about war, written about hate I have written about you, I have written about me I have layed my heart out there for the world to see I have bared my soul, never holding back I have wri
glimpse of prose, reckon there's a story in there. If you've ever ridden a motorcycle you will know..
I’ve travelled all over England From Land’s End to Carlisle From Lowestoft to St Leonards and I’ve seen the dales and the Fylde I’ve been to the Isle of Wight, And Whitby has its charms I’ve lived and worked in Blackpool I’ve visited cities
As the moon Breaks through the cloudy skys, bringing ghostly shapes around our eyes, as the warmth of this summer nights breeze rustles gently through the trees. Through scattered clouds the heavens shimmer as numerous diamonds begin to gli
Blow going to work, think I'll just sit here and write pulp fiction, or is that pulp poetry :) Perhaps a new genre...
yes its freezing here, some classics from Rodney Dangerfield to cheer us up.
Metaphors for love
Air is fresh and cool After douche. Grass is mild and green After bath. Leaves are shiny and glued After grasp. Sky is revived and azure After gloss. Heart is rosy and lured After toss. Everything is bright and true A
this is for the girl of my dreams
It is simply that God made us With love and intention Hespeaks quietly Waiting for us to Put our distractions aside He reminds us that what. Is good Is literally forever Alive in him.
Shucks I turned the light back on!
Memories, sweet memories
practicing some prose, hope all are well.
Storms have always fascinated me, and if one isn't too severe I'm drawn to go out and feel it's energy . I sense a subtle rhythm to what is to many chaos.
What does it truly mean to be human?
This poem means I dream not for Mr. Right, just someone to share our lives with and find some happiness for the both of us; thats not to much to ask surely?
A poem reflective of the season and the approaching winter snows, moody and muddy is November in the Appalachian mountains.
First one for a couple of years, back to a trusted style
a termpaper
Impression du moment... sur l'état de la France... et ce qui s'y passe.. et pourquoi... ?? Little report of current situation.. about what is happening in France.. and why.. I wrote and published this on my Facebook page... I'm not a political person... but this is going too far... in between corruption and complete disconnection of a government that does nothing but increase taxes on the poor meanwhile the richest one get away with murder... Sorry... it's in French.. not sure it's appropriate language for most of you... copy it into Google translate maybe will help!! Lol
What is this life if full of care we have no time to make love and relax... No time to find a room for love Be in comfort of bed and the usual settings Good to play out-of-box sometimes n manytimes... Nice to be LUCKY in places where you could get caught.... ...Ha ha ha ha...Let our passions be our religion....Let's be fanatic together...!!!
Nothing to "tell" about this poem...Good people do not "kiss & tell"
I'd encourage all nice warm and loving people to comment on Is sex is sacred..Is lust a wonderful...are we open to infinite divinity of union...Is sex a junction on the way to nirvana
I stand by your side and think how it begun Look up to the sky and see moon chasing the sun Watching the clouds hide behind evening haze To the song of the lark that is singing your praise. We were both childhood sweethearts we were so
Perhaps I can sit And send all my secrets to you Think of your face Hope all of those signals get through Well I wrote on the water But my words just clung to the shore The ripples just echoed with laughter And I wrote no more H
How time passes quickly by No more than a blink of an eye Is this really where we meet Among so many strangers as we share a seat It’s been sometime that we’ve last spoken Somewhere inside memories have woken Is it really that long ago
Sometimes Sometimes when I wake up Sometimes when I get up I can feel alive. Some days Some days I can see things Some days I can think good things I know for I have tried I try I try to say things I try to share things Bu
"when I buried hate and then forgave a poem grew around the grave" The old man appeared surly, because he WAS surly. He spent the latter part of the day as he had it's commencement, trying to fit in. Wilbur was a town much like any othe
That poem is for the friendship between the people!!!! It means, people can stay best friends, forever!!!! I wrote it, because I believe in the true friendship between the people!!!!! Then, I felt excited!!!!
DEHYDRATE
Signs of the times when written and unfortunately getting worse; thinking of creating freedom within. .
Odette67 my humble thanks for reading and giving your thoughts. . . have a sweet weekend...
heartfelt touching beautiful piece loved it dear friends...
Hi, serpico12, WHO CAN HANDLE MOUNTAINS WHO CAN OPEN UP THE SEAS ...Miracles give us hope that the seemingly impossible can become possible. Thank you for sharing....
online today!This poem rings with clarity about the uncertainties we face in life...all the hurdles thown up in our path...personally I suppose we all want the easier path in life??? Great write.....
would be very unlikely to happen on Soup there are strict rules which if are not kept leads to being banned same with blogs there We have dedicated greeters who give all the support needed to new members to ease their way there and there are many th...
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