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Pablo Neruda Love Sonnet XI I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sle
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Have you ever watched the last night star extinguish from the night sky holding close the one you love? A wonderful feeling. Let the love flow.
What passion has she awoke in me What hunger she made me feel Never had a woman touched my very Soul As if she walked right through me Taking residence in my heart Her lips embrace me Her breasts bid me come Her legs wrapped around me li
“How You Shine.” By, Michael P Clarke. (Sonnet.) Like the midday sunlight how you do shine Your Love shines brightly just like molten sun In dreams bright passion your Love it is mine Blessings upon me for i am your one. Above your head
Is it that time of year With lots of cheer We wish you a merry xmas The cries ring out Music plays we wish a merry xmas I dont feel happy i feel sad Gone is santa his present un opened Lies where it was a decade ago How the spirit broken
A black immigrants view of the US in the '20s, powerful and thought provoking. Have we really moved on? You could swap out the title with any other country and still the poem would make sense. That's indicative of the harsh reality of 21st century living
I wrote this over40 years ago its what happens to people that love the easy money
LOVE IT!!
Silent prayer Angels around Healing hands Deep relief Missed Stargazer Secrets abound Foreign lands Your disbelief Shooting star Concealed starlet Ongoing nightmare Battle scar No regret Now your disguise is bare
The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears One longs for peace and solitude Destination known One travels to destinations end where one goes one is unknown till one arrives
we must give the best to our new generation to be, rememberable.
welcome all corrections....
any one can react......
who can forget that moment...?
i like the meaning of love and how it spoke true
This is about someone who has loved their friend for so long that they can not stand to let their love be with someone else. The person is then contemplated by the fact that the beauty of their love will not leave their mind, causing that person extreme anguish. I wrote this when I felt that even though it wasn't a serious experience for my ex, them being so lovey-dovey with someone else right before my eyes, was the greatest pain I have ever went through before. This is just my piece of amateur work, but it does express my true emotions even now.
in kerala one of the state in india, mansoon for six months started. 1/4 area filled with water.now heavy rain and wind..... you cannot imagine its beauty....
in a busy life we forget our cultural values, so we are loosing so many things in life
dreams are like flowers
it is not easy to live alone untill our death, here.
we are helpless to find our end..
I WILL WAIT UNTIL I FIND A REAL ONE..
Touch my world softly, so gently caressed. Give to me nothing, but what you desire; Spare me a whisper, and set me afire. You are an angel to this I’ll attest. All that I am is as I have confessed. You are the air and the life I require. Wind
A work in progress.
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POET ROB WROTE A POEM LIKE THIS BEFORE....
This is a song that I wrote a while back. Hope you like it. Made my drummers girlfriend cry
I wrote this poem in 2000 after I finished a course, 'Nigeria Legal System' in my second year at Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma where I read Civil Law. I found the blend of both edges of the law fascinating. This will be better understood by people who understand the legal system of the Commonwealth of Nations as well as Christians who understand what Apostle Paul meant by the Law and Grace in his epistles.
I hear your voice in this side of my mind that place you've been with thoughts entwined my eyes close slowly to gaze at your face your smile seen wholly a warm state of grace as imaginary arms I wrap you tightly in time missed the space
God can not be seen because God nature is different from human. God did not make humanman in his/her image, but it is human who decided to make God in human image in order to give meaning to life.
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If you don't think that there is something magical, even spiritual, about mountains, then you need to go visit one!
It started out as a thought on the destruction and death in the former Yugoslav republics and then just sort of wandered! By the way, if you caught the Pink Floyd reference, then you are REALLY OLD!!! ;) Yeah, I know, me too.
The title says it all!
I was on the beach, looking over the New York skyline thinking of 9/11 and these words came to mind.
I am re-posting this out of curiosity, it was the first one I posted but it wasn't noticed, even though I think that it is my best. It is about my first love (as if you couldn't tell!)
i don't know if this is done in other countries or continents, but it always touches me here in America.
Written on hearing of the death of a new friend's mother. Talking to her made me think of what it was like when my own mom died.
the AP (artistic police): "Didn't you see that No Rubbish sign back there?...Lemme see your registration and poetic license please."
I went to see a show of some modern Japanese dance. Very good.
i seem to have lost sight of this sonnet... ;-)
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