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lucy1777

A NEEDLE IN A HAY STACK

FINDING THE NEEDLE IN A HAY Stack
THE ONE PERSON IN LIFE YOU LACK
ONE CAN SEARCH THEIR WHOLE LIFE LONG
ONLY TO SETTLE ON SOMEONE WHO IS ALL WRONG
IN YOUR DREAMS YOU MIGHT FEEL A ESSENCE THERE
BUT WHEN YOU WAKE ALL YOU FEEL IS DESPAIR
YOU MIGHT CATCH A GLIMPSE IN A STRANGERS EYE
AS YOU ARE PASSING BY
THAT WILL LATER MAKE YOU WONDER AND SIGH
LET YOUR SPIRIT ALWAYS HOPE
AND DON'T GO AROUND AND MOPE
BECAUSE WHO KNOWS?

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Posted: Jul 2012
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cafetwo2010

Hitchhike through my heart

Hitchhike through my
heart
I'm traveling on a
lonely highway
Shine your light on
these sad alleys and
valleys
Perhaps you'll find
me along some abandoned
road
Just follow the love
signs
Pick me up..
and love me~
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Posted: Nov 2011
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cafetwo2010

Love is only love

Love is only love
a lil more or less
Shameful when it's
covered
And naked at its
best
Love is only love
not meant for one
to sell
But a priceless gift
from Heaven to keep
us out of Hell~
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
Another shorty inspiration..
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darkhorse555

perfect stranger

my hand is out for a dream
holding someone special
to walk in life
you at my side,
a friend for life
to be forever happy
a dream the perfect woman
lifes mystery
you are out there
if my dream comes true
holding out for a miracle
looking for you
loves finest hour
still a stranger to me
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
looking for the one at the crossroads
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Spartacus2012

Senorita

There is a little dark girl I adore
just down Mexico way
who loves my poetry written of her
and to hear the Mariachi play...

She smells of golden apples
with scent of perfumed flowers
Senorita Jocelyn you are as
agua falling in April showers...

She smiles with childhood innocence
my heart burns with a dark fire
Senorita, tell the Mariachi how to play
whatever your heart so does desire...

Then the Spanish music flowed like honey
the horns, the trumpets began with a roar
they played, we danced until coming dawn
our feet moving and boots resounding on the floor...

Senorita, my little dark and lovely princesa
the dawn is coming you see
let us run away to the sunlit corona
sealed with many besos and our destiny...

Mi cielo, live with me and be my lover
upon our bed I lay a single rose
with ring of gold and cap of flowers
and a promise in these words I do propose...

Let the Mariachi play...
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
quiero estar para siempre Jocelyn...
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cafetwo2010

When will she know?

When will she know the
healing in my touch
When will she feel her
face cupped in my hands,
and my sweet nothings
whispered in her ear
When will our bodies thaw
the morning dew in loves
sweet heat
When will the deep desires
of the heart be surrendered
in unspeakable moans of
joy
When will she silence her
hearts timekeeper and offer
the golden key to her mystic
charms
When will she know
When the hot tears of sorrow
are dried by loves sweet kiss
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Posted: Apr 2013
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Unknown

when I love

When I love

I give it all

My whole mind, body and soul

And the only reason

Why I love only you?

Is because, no one

Has found me yet

To replace you

Maybe someday. Soon.

I can only wait.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Just love.
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Spartacus2012

The Earring

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A hidden treasure
shiny and gold
underneath my pillow
almost a perfect circle
once hanging
from a lovely earlobe
on the gypsy lover
that came and went with the moon.

The wind has brought me
her name this morning
I recall the blue and gold scarf
that draped her shoulders
apple-blossom cheeks
bright red lips slightly apart
affection waiting to love
my gypsy lover with golden earring..

This symbol of such beauty
when the light bathed them
they had a sort of twinkle
elegance and grace
adding to her loveliness
mimicking in a strange way
this piece of her left behind

Perhaps she will return to retrieve it
my heart awaits!
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Unexpected but pleasant find!
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Unknown

Love me

Love me in the morning,at the break of each new day..
kiss me oh so softly,hold me close to you I pray.

Love me at the noontime hour,call, to say you care..
I'll whisper things I'll do to you,come home early if you dare.

Love me in the evening,at the setting of the sun..
we'll laugh, and kiss ,and carry on, as if we;dd just begun.

Late at night please love me,let your heart beat next to mine,
let me feel how much you need me dear, just one more precious time.

Look me so intently, in these eyes that long for you..
Read them, and you will know,my heart it is so true.

All these things you've done all day,they mean so very much..
as my loving hands seach for yours,you know I crave your touch.

Thank you for your love for me,that dreams are all made of..
Two hearts in one accord,a gift from God above...
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Just dreaming of a love I wish to find..thats all.
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Unknown

FACE OF THE WINTER'S MOON

January 17, 2011

I gaze up at the round bright winter’s moon,
watching and drifting in wonder of you.
Have you felt a tug at your heart or sleeve?
Has a voice called out you were sure you knew?

Have you thought on it, over and over,
how souls seek each other, then meet by fate?
I whisper my wish for our paths to cross.
I’m patient, though sometimes I curse the wait.

Your deep soothing voice echoes within me.
I imagine your eyes...a familiar light.
Let my thoughts be the beacon that guides you,
bridging the distance between us this night.

All-knowing face of the bright winter’s moon,
nestled in a sea of ten trillion stars...
guide him to me through a brief pause in time,
and grant us a life of love that is ours.

Have we not waited and searched long enough?
Have we not paid every debt that we owe?
I long for the feel of him in my arms...
my love, my heart, he, the soul of my soul.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
This poem speaks for itself. I am sending my intentions for the one I seek, out to the Universe and I await it's positive reply. Blessed be. May this poem find its way to the eyes and heart of he who will know that my calling is for him alone.
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