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Another Night Without You
As I rest my head to sleep each night,
I wish you were here by my side,
To have and to hold until the break of light,
Not thinking of you is hard, but trust me, I have tried!
When does this night without you end?
for i cant take another minute without you my friend,
and dreaming of the day i'll be with you,
its been a short time, but this love is true.
It is like the running water of a stream,
it wont stop until the end of time.
my heart u have, its for you to take,
i love you baby, like a fat kid loves cake.
I love you with all my heart,
even though we may be miles apart,
your all i think about, night and day,
please promise me you'll stay.
This night is another night with out you,
and it breaks my heart in two,
i love you my darling till death do us part,
and your name will be forever engraved inside my heart
I wish you were here by my side,
To have and to hold until the break of light,
Not thinking of you is hard, but trust me, I have tried!
When does this night without you end?
for i cant take another minute without you my friend,
and dreaming of the day i'll be with you,
its been a short time, but this love is true.
It is like the running water of a stream,
it wont stop until the end of time.
my heart u have, its for you to take,
i love you baby, like a fat kid loves cake.
I love you with all my heart,
even though we may be miles apart,
your all i think about, night and day,
please promise me you'll stay.
This night is another night with out you,
and it breaks my heart in two,
i love you my darling till death do us part,
and your name will be forever engraved inside my heart
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
a poem about a long distance relationship i had/
The Legend of Witch Cat Falls
Follow that winding stream
Around three great bends
Up into the old forest
And watch for the waterfall
Careful where you step
And beware what defends
In a cave behind the falls
Joining two stone walls
Legend has when you can
Hear a mountain lion yawl
And all down the valley
Its wounded cry extends
Been nearly three generations
Some good folks recall
When the mighty great cat
Was trapped by flood godsends
For every night a couple weeks
Terrible noises would befall
And every year after year
Whenever stream water ascends
On stormy nights the ghostly beast
Of Witch Cat Cave still calls
Around three great bends
Up into the old forest
And watch for the waterfall
Careful where you step
And beware what defends
In a cave behind the falls
Joining two stone walls
Legend has when you can
Hear a mountain lion yawl
And all down the valley
Its wounded cry extends
Been nearly three generations
Some good folks recall
When the mighty great cat
Was trapped by flood godsends
For every night a couple weeks
Terrible noises would befall
And every year after year
Whenever stream water ascends
On stormy nights the ghostly beast
Of Witch Cat Cave still calls
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Inspired by Lacy's Cave.....thanks Odette67. This is an old legend from settler days of a cave behind a waterfall in the town of Bakersfield where an old Mountain Lion was trapped following a flood.
Without love and romance
It would cloud the sun forever
in one instant the sea would dry
shift the axis of the earth
as a weak crystal
all of this would happen!
resulting in death
cover me with its funereal crepe
but you could never shut me
from the flame of your love...
Last night I dreamed
we were standing in cold grey weather
under the proudest stars
no escape from the ocean breeze
we looked beyond
as the pale moon put on a white cloth...
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Like a woman barefoot up to her neck,life is a garden, everything in it beautiful!
Mucho gracias por leer!
WHAT....am I....???????....2 (SOLVED)
You cannot correctly call me either up nor down,
Though I'm Somewhere beneath the top, or crown,
Under opposites too,
Or, if you dreamed on a midsummers night,,
I could meet you!
Though I'm Somewhere beneath the top, or crown,
Under opposites too,
Or, if you dreamed on a midsummers night,,
I could meet you!
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
any answers?????......lol.....Andrew...xxx
Black Marbles
There are several visible evidences of your true beauty...
Some are invisible, some are half-seen...
Maybe I'm fixated on all the wrong things...
Regardless, I regard you as my Supreme Queen...
What a blessing it is to have the ability to see...
Through sparkling black marbles made just for me...
For they are the windows into your sweet soul...
A place of pure comfort....a space you control...
As a child, I loved to play with glass spheres...
I've never grown-up....I still have my fears...
Your eyes, they have hurt me, I shed forth my tears...
I'm still just a child after all of these years....
Some are invisible, some are half-seen...
Maybe I'm fixated on all the wrong things...
Regardless, I regard you as my Supreme Queen...
What a blessing it is to have the ability to see...
Through sparkling black marbles made just for me...
For they are the windows into your sweet soul...
A place of pure comfort....a space you control...
As a child, I loved to play with glass spheres...
I've never grown-up....I still have my fears...
Your eyes, they have hurt me, I shed forth my tears...
I'm still just a child after all of these years....
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Re-edit...
sea queen
running deep
into the channels
surfing inside
this mind
putting my
bait out
inside out
smiling glows
hoping to catch
a mermaid
i give myself
whole to you
heart within
these hands
grasping such beauty
beyond all
circulating dreams
far away
into the universe
our souls meet
sparkling eternal bliss
where our journey ends
forever remains
in the ocean
every minute
always loving you
whom reached out
and touched me
a dream
sailing on
an ocean
blue wave
into the channels
surfing inside
this mind
putting my
bait out
inside out
smiling glows
hoping to catch
a mermaid
i give myself
whole to you
heart within
these hands
grasping such beauty
beyond all
circulating dreams
far away
into the universe
our souls meet
sparkling eternal bliss
where our journey ends
forever remains
in the ocean
every minute
always loving you
whom reached out
and touched me
a dream
sailing on
an ocean
blue wave
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Posted: Apr 2014
Post CommentWar Torn
Gunfire awakens
the sleeping children
in smoke filled shadows
of a war torn room...
Eyes filled with tears
looking toward heaven
praying just to see
the sun rise one more day...
With trembling hands
reaching for the father
who once held them
sheltered them from harm...
Pleading please Christ Lord
bring peace our way
help me survive
for just another day...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
" I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, what was war?"Eve Merriam
The Swan, a love story
The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out his hand.
She slowly swam up to him and looked into his eyes, she saw the Man he was inside his eyes, she saw his soul, inside this man was what she was looking for, what she was out here for, she nuzzled his hand with her beak and felt him stroke her head softly.
All else faded and the swan spread her beautiful wings, she seemed to the man who sat captivated by her, to grow before his eyes and he saw the glimpse of a woman, a shadow of a lady in the eyes of the swan, he slowly stood and for some strange reason stepped onto her wing and climbed onto her back.
She lifted up into the air as he held onto her regal neck, his spirit soared as she floated through the air with him.
Suddenly she seemed to glide though a thick fog his heart fluttered and seemed to stop, as if she felt him, she turned her head and her eyes seemed to smile right into his soul , he looked up as the fog cleared and there on the land was a woman, she sat waiting, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face, graceful and peaceful, and he knew without thinking she was his woman, the one he had loved in every life he had every lived.
The swan glided softly down and he gently climbed off her back, he walked slowly up to the woman and kneeling down he gently lifted her chin with his hand, her skin was soft and silky, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled into his, his heart contracted and he turned his head slowly to the swan who now lay dead on the beach, the woman lifted a hand and placed it over his, he turned back and again looked into the eyes of the swan, now his lady, his woman.
She slowly swam up to him and looked into his eyes, she saw the Man he was inside his eyes, she saw his soul, inside this man was what she was looking for, what she was out here for, she nuzzled his hand with her beak and felt him stroke her head softly.
All else faded and the swan spread her beautiful wings, she seemed to the man who sat captivated by her, to grow before his eyes and he saw the glimpse of a woman, a shadow of a lady in the eyes of the swan, he slowly stood and for some strange reason stepped onto her wing and climbed onto her back.
She lifted up into the air as he held onto her regal neck, his spirit soared as she floated through the air with him.
Suddenly she seemed to glide though a thick fog his heart fluttered and seemed to stop, as if she felt him, she turned her head and her eyes seemed to smile right into his soul , he looked up as the fog cleared and there on the land was a woman, she sat waiting, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face, graceful and peaceful, and he knew without thinking she was his woman, the one he had loved in every life he had every lived.
The swan glided softly down and he gently climbed off her back, he walked slowly up to the woman and kneeling down he gently lifted her chin with his hand, her skin was soft and silky, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled into his, his heart contracted and he turned his head slowly to the swan who now lay dead on the beach, the woman lifted a hand and placed it over his, he turned back and again looked into the eyes of the swan, now his lady, his woman.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
inspired by this amazing picture and a story of my love and a swan,hope this one is better my heart:-)
life cinquain
LIFE
BEGINNING BIRTH
CHILD YOUTH MATURE
LIVE LOVE PROSPER INTO ELDER YEARS
LIFE
BEGINNING BIRTH
CHILD YOUTH MATURE
LIVE LOVE PROSPER INTO ELDER YEARS
LIFE
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Posted: Sep 2010
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Promise Yourself (The Optimist Creed)
Promise Yourself....
To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet
To make all of your friends feel that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet
To make all of your friends feel that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
These words are on a large tapestry hung on the wall at my father's Optimist Club. I always try to live by them as I'm a natural optimist. Many a happy Saturday morning and summer evenings were spent with those who welcomed us with a smile and playing on the T-ball and baseball teams as well as competing in the local Soap Box Derby. In high school, summer evenings were spent working in the concession stand. I can still taste those blue coconut snow cones. :)Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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