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From the pillow words flow, always a meaning, never a throw, perhaps of yore, or times to be, a poets pillow often speaks reality, gorilla in the mist, lost in seattle, either one whats it matter! On paper thought goes, it's good an bad, times we've
When you are sad,think to me When u are sad listen our song Enjoy the words and forget Let u tears to fall down All sadness from u soul. One day u will be happy. When u are sad watch the birds And imagine u can fly to me.
miracle of love
"deceive yourself" just like the darkest alley things dissapear inside not believing the truth i push it away for you these hands keep pulling me down will they ever let go must i always be sucked down one day i will drown if seeing is
there is an actual message in this poem just read the capital words to get it
it is an original song
This poem is about one of the three sister rivers in Ireland, the River Barrow.It tells of it's journey to meet the sea and meeting it's sisters. The river Nore and the Suir are the two sisters.
about love
I INHALED DEEPLY at what must seem to be the most beautiful women a man has ever seen. Beautiful round eyes and a beautiful smile to match it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she is quite the catch. there's a rainbow in her smile an
Something I wrote to express a challenge to myself to look at things in a more positive light...
I look at my door, tonight it's orange haze. :)
Candles burn with infinite passion, as cherries drop chocolate drips. Rose petals spread romantically fashioned, as I taste your strawberry lips. A hint of magic makes love everlasting, as far as your body’s concerned. Collar bone kisses slow m
Reflecting how it can be some days for some:) I know as I've walked the walk. :)
For all people who hope and dream
In my mind, still born babies lying in long wheat fields. Ponderings in the wombs water, the unspent dreams capsize. The waves she's throws up hosts, stubborn feet at my heels. I pant and struggle to pause. The murky waters sends forth a rose
On your cherished hills. I lay my head. The cool breeze blows down along the valley. The orchards little apples, slung from the branch. Liquer wine from the mellow vines. The opulent flower blossoms, Rose red, Through passage of womb, Sprin
The poem for people who where around their loves
When nights do come, like tangled moths, in the moonlight we search. When she looks with those eyes, blue lit with precious time, casting the light to all my delight. When she plays with light, searching my plight, my spirit takes flight.
The naked night In claps of thunder, spills her rain. The foghorn lips takes the thorn. and in the morning sounds the horn. The leaves, in pools of dew, slips down upon the pew, now my heart feels no more rue.
Life is hard and life is short first your born and take a breath the next your children mourn your death your time keeps ticking on and on and it dont stop untill your gone so take your time and make it great do not dwell on your mistakes be
Never you. Never me. Somewhere in our dreams. No more tears. No more glee. Only haunting themes. Jagged shards, Of my heart, Poke me and I bleed. Terrified, Undignified, Heartfelt and in need. I scream in my mind... Trapped inside, Br
wrote this as a duet of sorts
I WROTH THIS POMES FOR IRELANDS SONS AND NOW WE HAVE PEACE THATS WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE WANTED
hold me close touch my heart dance with me kiss me hold me closer don’t go away i know you’re a dream but this moment I enjoy… we two, together dancing, dancing all night long… and no one in this world can stop us who are you? i kn
MY SON HAYDEN TREVOR HILL WROTE IT IN THE 8TH. GRADE. IT WON THE GWENDOLYN BROOKS POETRY CONTEST. TREVOR DECEASED MARCH 16 2008. HE IS DOING GODS WORK NOW. HE WAS A GREAT POET. THIS POEM IS IN GOLDEN MAGAZINE. HE WAS 29 YEARS OLD. I LOVE YOU SON 'DAD'
No one chooses who they are or how they come here But we all have somthing in common The colour of skin has made so much trouble I have alot of freinds and family who have come seeking refuge from war..... and these ppl are gorgous souls, who have experianced anothers selfishness. I have been told many stories and i could write for eva from what i have learnt.
I am in love
just something that poped into my head
Wrote it on the spur of the moment. Personally John Donne could have done better, or Lawerance Farhinetti. But then again not bad for an amateur. Hope there isn't too many embarraising misspelling, etc.
She is driving Along the dark highway. The rain pours, dropping visions on my shell. She is whispering. I am safe. Outside the jesting rain, challenging waters to rise above. The headlights strobe to the distance, Scuttling glass pellets to
The dreams we have lost staring aimlessly into the hearth, to the flicker fleck of burning turf. Reflective, of days to come, days gone by. The blue hued smoke, billows its tunnell along the soot lined flue, Hoping escape from hades rue.
(1) Borderland ( epitaph for rock stars that die too young) And so it went in motion. The roaring sound of horses, pounding on the sands of rhymes. eyes glared, nostrils flared, wild horses hunt down the night. Reason and thought elude. I
its just a begining, some can help me...
dont hesitate to ask anything to your friend before you start a relationship, orelse it hurt you too much...
love is fine but we have experience in its otherside...
make u happy always
A poem inspired by the heroic efforts of the United States Coast Guard. Particularly two twins, my best friends, whom currently serve to save live. This is for you Cyle and Cyrel!
As i weave a trail in the blue chilled night, my cabin in dim cabin light, sways rested on chided waves. Occasional clearings from distant light, throws shadows fleeting through my cabin. Alone on a strung bunk, I read of St' Augustine, his
How can I tell you, just how much I love The little things you do, my angel from above Sending me flowers to show that you care My Genie in a Bottle, I yearn to hold you near A constant ache reminds me, I'm certainly aware To find someone like y
A Lover Left The drink is drunk the tear is shed the blood from love’s heart is bled, parting is always sweet sad sorrow ending a loving dream of tomorrow. Though the magic of love never dies it changes long after a past lover lies, who goes
He’d peel an orange in his pocket
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