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your hands and more

Your hands, betrothed
In my name
Strong and yet gentle
your eyes, mirrors to your soul
Is where I want to dwell
If you so desire
In your mind
A maze of hidden treasures
I can't resist
If you'd let me
That's where I'd live
And your heart
Will it be mine to call it sweet?
Forever?
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Just a dream
I hope for you to share
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darkhorse555

lonely this christmas

drenched deep in sadness
falling into shadows
salted water
rising from
the deepest ocean
burning down
the cheeks

softest feeling
breaking inside
drinking from
the cup of darkness
most painful
of all emotions
a broken heart

alone a nightmare
the mind breaking
fried sleepless
shattering one dream
howling from the soul
gritting teeth
at pain
in this cruel world

the heart sinks
towards hell
a lonely Christmas
light of love
burning one candle
searching space
sending warmth
through a prayer
thanking him

stirring darkness
into the light
cold howling winds
clouds within nightmares
windows of dreams misted
fingers drawing
love tears

the deepest being
that once saw
a soft light
smiled with happiness
when it butterfly waltzed
with every beat

dreams where so beautiful
they where fairytales
shooting stars
where wishes granted
my Christmas
cried myself
to sleep
destiny filled with emotion
feelings shadows loneliness
in the horizon of my dreams
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
cried in hurt on christmas alone slowly i will take my poetry of site you have all been great friends i will answer everyone i loved your company but my heads not in the right place happy christmas everyone and have a wonderful new year love liam
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Mizzy4

~~~Forever Friends.~~~

When ever I shrug off this mortal coil,
My broken finger nails to lose their hold,
On pallid brow you'll kiss the embalming oil,
And your warm tears shall ease my parched lips cold.

I wish you to know before I'm lowered to clay,
Our love bond will always remain unbroken,
In life not once did we our souls betray,
Fond words now to remain forever unspoken.

Should ever you feel a breeze upon your face,
I pray you now that 'tis my lonesome breath,
Such haunting wind your figure to embrace,
I beg you think of me ! ...but not my death.

I once thought of you as I kissed a rose,
Oh! How the taste brought you so vividly near,
I cry you do the same, from still repose,
A single dew drop fall....perhaps my tear.

I always shadowed you like valiant Knight.
I'd rip steel doors down with my bare hands,
Should anyone ruffle your hair, or cause you plight,
I'd fight strong to protect each precious strand.

Hold dear in your dreams, memories so pure,
So as to ne'er feel lonely, my beautiful friend,
I would for you this day, death hap'ly endure,
Our love sacrosanct, until worlds end !
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Thanks to the lovely comments and kindness
of my poet friends....I will be a "weekend member"
for a while.....I'll try hard to catch up !
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Mizzy4

Céad Míle Fáilte ! (Sonnet)

( A hundred thousand welcomes.)

A calling to our land of em'rald green,
I offer from the shores my open hand,
Sweet lady of fine verse I rate you Queen,
From forlorn eyes my tears doth stain the sand.

Oh! Come and bless our castles with your grace,
A love so strong as stoney fortress wall,
I long to see the wonder on your face,
As deeper in thine eyes my heart will fall.

And we could dance a céilí in the eve',
Our feet to float like shamrock on the pond,
I from your English kiss ne'er seek reprieve,
To fall in Gaelic love we would abscond.

At rainbows end a gift, as folklore told,
In Irish arms at last, my crock of gold !
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
An Irish invitation to an English lady.

I know from your posts dear that you
yearn to get away for a while....
So just for the craic come over to visit
your auld poet buddy and I'll help you
trace your Irish ancestry.
Don't mind the poem dear, that's just
the type of romantic Irish clown I can be.
You'd be very safe with Mick.
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cafetwo2010

A few extra pounds

A few extra pounds weighed
heavy on her mind
But her electrifying smile
was one of a kind
The other girls in the office
could swish and sway
They thought slim and slender
would win the day
But their pride was hurt when
that man walked in
And just passed them by with
roses in hand
So handsome was he you could
hear them swoon
But his feet kept walking into
another room
His heart was set on the real and
true
That's what he saw in her eyes
so blue
He approached her desk and you
could hear no sound
He lay down the roses then
spun her around
The girl who could carry a pound
with grace
Was surely the desire of this mans
taste
And as he gently slipped her from
her office chair
The slim and slender had no
strength to bare.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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godsprincessonline today!

Royal Ball

Wearing robes of crimson, orange and gold
Short or tall and age young or old
Every autumn dancing at the royal ball
Swirling and swaying to the cool wind of fall

Moving in time to the musical breeze
Coppertone and bronze sentries guard with ease
Fairies – pixies and angels flitting about
Flying here and there among the royal crowd

The event only lasts a brief time each year
It happens when winter is drawing near
Forest and field animals running all around
Gathering up droppings from their royal crowns

Dancing so hard that their robes fly all around
Sending crimson, orange and gold to the ground
Thus with no coat their limbs are now bare
Standing there proudly not seeming to care

New robes will arrive all pure and white
Floating down from above what a beautiful sight
Sunlight showing sparkling diamond tears
Ending the Royal Ball for another year

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Posted: Oct 2015
About this poem:
All the autumn trees decked out in their royal robes of color
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trurorob

Buried

I gathered
All of the loneliness
And laid it to rest
In a tomb
Named “Hope”
So many attended
To say their
Last goodbyes
And wish
A final adieu
To a now
Forgotten emotion
Who had haunted
Them for so long
They smiled
And caressed
With hands
That could
Now feel a future
The tomb
Named “Hope”


I gathered
All I could
Of life’s emptiness
And sealed it
In a bottle
Named “Desire”
And set it adrift
In the sea
Named “Tranquillity”
Never more
To again
See the shores of life
So many attended
To bid their
Last goodbyes
And wash away
An unwanted fear
Who had journeyed
With them for so long
But now
Was cast aside
Like he’s brother
Who lay
In a tomb
Named “Hope”

And of all
My gatherings
The most that
Brought me comfort
Was “Despair”
For my journey
Had finally allowed
Me to cast aside
This
The most destructive
Of my Demons
And once again
I could taste
“Life”
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Mind you "Life" doesnt quite taste as good as a large Brandy!!
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fjamesj9701

My Darkest Place

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Black is made up of many colors, you can find them all inside
I too became this color from everything I hide
But shine your upon me I become transparent then I glow
Just like a prism bending light I am a colorful rainbow
But without you I am translucent, dull, and uninspired
Until you place your hand in mine and then our worlds are set on fire
And when everything is consumed but the ashes burning an image of your face
Into my mind behind my eyes I find my refuge back in my darkest place
Where I say hello to the stinging wasp inside my head
And then I say goodbye to the butterflies trapped inside my neck
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Posted: Feb 2013
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Barrellofart

Your God

Your god

Not a man-made creation
That implies existence

Perhaps a man-made concept

What kind of God, what kind of God?

Show me one
Who possesses fire in his right hand
And lightning in his left

Where is your eternal God
And why am I so unworthy
To speak
Or hold communion with?

Did he create me in such complexity
To solve his infinite riddles
and discern
with my power of reason
the difference between Him
and millenial history?!

Why must I believe
In that which I cannot prove

If faith is so important
Then why so many faiths?
Where were we meant to draw the line?

"I do not believe"
Is such a complex thing, itself
In the Christian God?
In the Jewish God?
In the Muslim God?
Your pick

The One Single God
As if they could be the same
Should one exist
If somehow only one
If somehow it could be proven
Just one, none more
But who could really say?

On the premise of faith
You take your pick
And somehow discredit
One, against the other

'In Yahweh, I have found faith..'
But not in Allah, I wonder why?
How do you determine your faith
To One God, against the Many God's Lie?

I marvel at your dedication
I am confounded by your complicity
I cringe at the thought
That your Universal God
Might accept your blind faith
And somehow not me

Here in my dark and painful reality
I am injured and wanting and free
To chose faith and complacence
To any God that I might
But none have presented
And even I should resent it
This 'Devil' that so well
you have known-
Yet now he doesn't chase me
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
I spent a good portion of my life believing what I was told to believe.

Someone help me find the truth?

I will believe in the God who speaks with me.
I will not hold court with riddles and history.
If I am to believe in a God, it will be the Living God.
It will be one concerned with my existence.
It will not be an ancient sovereign who is beyond my reach.
It will be He who Cares and Touches my Soul,
Not the cold and isolated, distant Father of the sinful Church.

I AM WORTH KNOWING-
SHARE YOURSELF WITH ME.
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andrew149

HO....HO.....HO!...........lol

With a WHOOOOOSH……and a WHIZZZ,
Scattering snow with a fizz,
Children looking anxiously, for the slightest sign,,
He is skimming ‘cross the sky, performing tricks with time,
While mere mortals are out in the night air shivering,
He is squeezing down every chimney delivering,
Or even the smallest gap….some think this an impossibility,
As not all have chimneys you see, not in the city,
But, as at the same time, he is both here and there,
With speed his cloak of invisibility, he gets everywhere,
On every child who believes, he will call,
As surely as frosty winter follows fall,
To all in the neighbourhood,
Especially to those who have been……
Extra specially….. Good!
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
I BELIEVE!!!!!......xxx
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