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Bentlee

"Secretive teen"

all his friends chipped in birthday boy beer in hand confused thoughts, where to begin, i'd heard the brag, tales told, becoming a man before i'm old, only two feet away experienced eyes, plundered thoughts dam those guys, picken the label both sweatin. . . . that she sees! not a finger dared where'd that grin go was ear to ear, relax it'll be ok nothing to fear, nervous eyes look round, quiet room not a sound, if I don't it's my town word gets around, it's our secret please don't share.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
dedicated to my best friend Dave, one of his teen nights. lol cheers.
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Unknown

Sacred Lips

It is raining outside
Because I am sad
With the thoughts that I think of you.
As it rains
My frail tears
Pour from my easily damaged eyes
Harder then the rain can ever fall.
As I look in the mirror
I picture your lovely body
Desiring to be part of it.
It is your valuable tears
Which I wish I could turn into.
I would be born in the center
Of your elegant eyes
Living my life upon your
Strikingly beautiful cheeks.
And ending my life at the tip
Of your exquisite
Sacred lips.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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wayne34

To have a car

To have a car
To travel to go far
Places to seek and find
To be free to dash about to go near and far

The simple joys of freedoom to travel in a car
Oh what luxury to have a car
The standing on the pavement waiting for the next bus the cold the Damp the rain oh waht joy it is to have a car

Places i could go to the coast i could go spain for holidays travling By car to grannies house, travel in car, a lotus i would like but ill Settle for a decent car one with an engine not two pedals for a car
The kids in the back the dog and budgie all travelling in the car

Oh what luxury it is to travel in a car
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Unknown

A song of mystical beauty

The silence,
delicately woven in the still night,
as i walk along the stream.
Generous tidings of moonlight,
filtered gleam through the stream,
catching the stars of naked trout,
twillight when striked,
moths chosen height,
spirals to the sound of the grasshoppers hymn.
In the spirits thirst,
staring at my feet,
Laughter in the stream,
forgotten the ruefull tunes of life.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Unknown

RAINY DAYZ

RAINY DAYS AND COLD NIGHTS, THESE ARE DAYS I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME TIGHT IN YOUR ARMS, HOLD ME CLOSE AND KEEP ME WARM, TELL ME I'M YOUR GOOD LUCK CHARM. LOOK ME IN MY EYES AND TELL ME I'M THE ONE FOR YOU,TELL ME I'M YOUR EVERY WISH COME TRUE, LAY ME DOWN VERY GENTLY, THEN MAKE LOVE TO ME. ESSENTIALLY CARESS MY BODY FROM HEAD TO TOE NOT MISSING A SPOT. LET'S PLAY AROUND LIKE CONNECT THE DOTS, LET'S MAKE EACH OTHER HOT UNTIL OUR BODY HEAT RISE LIKE A ROLLER COASTER RIDE. TAKE MY BODY ON A JOURNEY THAT WILL NEVER ENDS.IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO JUST BEING, MAKE ME CLIMAX LIKE I NEVER DONE BEFORE. DO WHAT YOU WANT TO MY BODY IS ALL YOURS RUB ME, LICK ME,KISS ME, TEASE ME,DO WHAT EVER YOU WANT TO MY BODY AS LONG AS IT'S PLEASING..... THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL EVERYDAY, IS MORE THAN ANY WORDS CAN SAY. THE HAPPINESS YOU BRING TO ME, IS MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER SEE. HAPPINESS COMES AND HAPPINESS GOES BUT MY LOVE FOR YOU JUST GROWS AND GROWS. THE TWINKLE THEY SAY I HAVE IN MY EYES, COMES FROM YOU AND ONLY I KNOW WHY, THE REASON IS THAT I LOVE YOU, WITHOUT YOU I WOULD NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO....
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
ME BEING IN LOVE WITH A GUY THAT I WANT IN EVERY WAY
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Unknown

2 ALL MA LADIES OUT DER

Roses are red violets are blue ma feelings true n from ma heart peotry like art like picaso u got me going crazy im on da 187 come save me hey prettie lady come take ma hand n be ma lady dont play me ya so amazing like the moon n stars no lie make me wana fly n see what der mean,t 2 be may be it mean,t 2 be ya got ma head spining check it telephone rining ma hearts streching da extra mile ya so divene ya got ma mind ima in hevean or hell baby i can,t tell sitting next 2 you got me confused n hooked still lost in paradise of mind ima mind lol 4 all da ladies out dere Big up MC BIG - ZEE cov repping 009
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Jus felt like doing sumit fo the ladies out dere 2 let ya know were ever you r der all ways some 2 to apprecaite you lol
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Unknown

birthday

thankgiving is special christmas is to i want take little time to say happy birthday to you
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
i wrote it for special lady
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Unknown

MY CRUSH

DIS CRUSH I HAVE IS KILLING ME SO SOFTLY ITS MAKIN ME SMILE FOR NO REASON ITS MAKIN MY HEART BEAT FASTER ITS MAKIN ME UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANNA BE WITH U SO I WANNA HOLD U CUDDLE KISS U MAKE U SMILE I WANNA JUST BE URS SO MY CRUSH IF U READ DIS PLEASE CAN I BE URS??
I can look at you all day but being wit u is like a moment of a life time, im standing in front of u, im looking into ur eyes, grab 1 single strand of ur hair & tell u, "being wit u is the best thing that has ever happen to me, holding ur made my heart beat faster, kissing ur lips made my mouth water, and holding u just made my mind wonder, wonder bout what will happen wen i tell u i love u"::..
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
ITS about a teen age girl having a crush on a guy and in this poems she tells how she feels about him
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Unknown

The Co-Worker

He’s younger
A bit of a rebel
I assume by his self inflicted
Tattoos
"Love"
"Hate"
On each arm
Other symbols I don’t
Recognize
Still…
Very handsome
Refined visage
Fans of fringed eyelashes
And we flirt
An excuse to “high-five”
To steal a touch
Hands warm and soft
He is edgy or
Not
We look at each other across
The room
We pass
As if we are strangers
Still…
He drops what he is doing
To help me with my work
A gentleman in hiding
And I knew where to look
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
There is a man at work who is a bit intriguing. Twenty years my junior, still, the attraction, I think, is mutual.
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Unknown

The Sphere

The moon was high within the night,
When I beheld a lonely sight.
I came upon it without eyes,
But with a touch I felt its cries.
It was a globe of mist and due,
Of sweating glass both false and true.
I saw it there. I know I did.
But at my touch, from me it hid.
I walked about as if a moon,
While from my lips I blew a tune.
And as I watched it seemed to breathe.
Or did it pulse, or maybe seethe?
Of what it did I am not sure.
Of what’s within, my thoughts did lure.
So to its skin I reached again,
And what I felt was more than pain.
The sweat upon it burned like tears,
Shed many times through many years.
So I stepped back to gather nerve,
And wondered what this thing did serve.
Then through its shell I heard a sound,
Like breaking bones or splitting ground.
And words, I think, I then did hear.
They said that I had come to near.
And as I wondered what they meant,
I touched again the tears it sent.
Then with my sleeve a window made,
To find what thing within it played.
But what I saw was out of place,
It was a man the shadows traced.
A man like me, my eyes did tell.
Though I did find he came from hell.
And when the moon did fill his world,
His head did lift, his eyes unfurled.
With eyes so cold he barked a shout,
For me to help and let him out;
But though I tried I could not find,
A lock or key to free his mind;
And then that voice I heard within,
It told me of his life of sin.
It told me things I would forget,
Those chilling tails of murders debt;
And though I heard the words entailed,
I tried to break the sphere but failed.
I could not help myself that night,
For through his eyes I saw a sight.
It was a man, I saw, was me.
Or more correct, the he I’d be.
I knew right then my futures end,
The gardens that my soul would tend;
And then the sphere began to grow,
It reached for me though I screamed, “NO!”
But by it’s force it pulled me in,
Releasing him who’d paid his sin.
So here I sit awaiting time,
To play for me its morbid rhyme;
For I must wait till I am clean,
Though truth be known I thought I’d been.
So sit I must within this shell,
My liquid cage, my frozen hell!

© 2004
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Posted: Aug 2009
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