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Jain to jain kahan

Jain to jain kahan, samjay ga kon yahan dard bharay dil ki zuban, apna bi gham hay un ka bi gham hay, ab dil k bachay ki umeed kam hay, ik kashti so toofan, jain to jain kahan
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Posted: May 2011
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Unknown

For want of a kiss

With eyes closed and breath slowly reduced
Nothings more pleasurable then being seduded
One solitary kiss can hold the key
To life's sweet torturous mystery
lashes lighlty rest upon the face
head is tilted for loves delicious embrace
Lost in a moment so preciaous so rare
All lifes worries vanish without a care
Time is fleeting can never be kept
Judgement is placed by the tears we've wept
Rejoice in the softness of anothers lips
Treasure the secret in every first kiss
Never kiss lightly quickly in vain or in haste
A kisses sweet nectar is too valuable to waste
Never is there too many stolen moments
when a kiss is concerned
they are to be collected and saved
along with the lessons we learn
In days far gone or far to come
we shall ponder over the things weve done
the trick is too never leave question or doubt
for the very kiss is something
we can not live with out.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
mmmmm a kiss
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Unknown

Mes Excuses

I apologize for being remiss.
So many people have been more than kind,
And that is my reason for writing this,
To let my friends know my @ss I did find.

So just let me say I strive to improve,
To appreciate the work of my friends,
Who's words are so strong and ring with such truth.
Epic continues, the song never ends.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
To my CS friends.
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gardenhackle

Languishing Heat

Thick, sultry air assails the senses.
Languid breezes disinclined to blow;
Deny relief from an angry sun, relentless
And lazy waters barely flow.
Nothing moves; not beast nor man
And even time, itself, suspends.
And all endure as best they can.
To last a day that never ends.
So patience is a virtue,
A virtue now to exercise
A virtue that will see you through
Until you fly through cloudless skies.
As surely as the heat descends
Interminable as it seems,
I'll still be waiting when it ends
And stronger; closer to our dreams.
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Posted: Aug 2010
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mcradloff

Pills

Pills
They come in different sizes
Some are hard
Some come in a plastic like capsule form
Why do they cost so much
My doctor prescribed me two medications
That came to over 1,000 bucks for a three month supply
I won't take them anyway because if I start I can't stop
Stopping them might give me a heart attack
What about the disabled who don't have to pay the bill
They must have thousands of tax dollars wasted by greedy doctors
Doctors more interested in their brick driveways and castles
Than the real health of their patients
If doctors really cared
They would tell you to eat right and exercise an hour a day
Not give you poison pills
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
The price of those meds about gave me a heart attack. I couldn't believe it. I have a friend who is on disability and he is prescribed hundreds of dollars worth of meds each month, most he doesn't even take, but the bill still goes to the taxpayers.
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hankharlow

Falling Off Mt. Olympus

Attracted by your opinions on a variety of issues
Mood swings from tossing hand grenades to reaching for tissues
Complementary remarks in my direction that I was one of a select few
Had me voluntarily paying closer attention to you.


Similarities between us quickly came to mind
Out of all the available women; you to me; were quite a find
Suddenly a day of silence followed by other days lined up in a neat row
Premature thoughts of future unification; with this silly idea; "Where do I now go?"


During my free fall I thought there must be someone out there more sophisticated than me
Someone to devote your overwhelming love to instead of consolation sympathy
At the base of another mountain again I collect my thoughts in another ascending moment in the direction of the sky
A future setting for two in a rose garden is virtually impossible unless you try.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Hope springs eternal everytime you establish communication. Happiness in the future is always impossible if the opportunity is constantly severed soon after the moment of birth.
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Nuwahri61

Just like that……

Cold and bleak my day began
A drizzle of rain not my plan
I trudged along the heavy sand
My body toiling under demand

Crisp the air my lungs draw in
Tears from my nose do begin
Clarity of mind is no sin
As I lift my head to straighten my chin

I glance out across the sea
A shaft of light breaking free
Sending hope down to me
As I ponder on what could be

I reach my climb feeling ok
The dunes fresh but yet to play
Leave a mark with little say
The view amazing in every way

A couple of laps and I’m down again
The clouds dissolved from the rain
The sun a sight of no pain
As I make my way to the watery lane

Wading through salt and sun
Warmth on my back has begun
Winters brisk morning now undone
As I return to where I started from…
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
How quick the weather can change ………
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Unknown

Blue Her eyes.

Mountain spring,
cool as crystal and sharp.
Topaz azure, element of water
Blue her eyes.

Dark Canopy, twinkling rays
far above, endless sight.
World afar, pure and blue
Vestal her eyes.

Iris so clear,
amulet of power.
Open sky and
fathomless blue her eyes.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Unknown

Water

The water tickled
Her flesh
As she stepped deeper
Into the lake
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Posted: Nov 2017
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2725dl

Blind Leads The Blind.

Through his blindness,
In an over crowded city.
He wand's his white cane.
He shuffles in vain.

His friend,
With his
cane.
Clings to his right elbow.
A young learner (He).

The (Luas) electric tram,
Brushes his left side.
Crowds rushing,
Bang into his learner on his right.
With my full vision,
I ask my self.
Who are really the blind one's ?.

12/06/13.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
Waiting for the bus.
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