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Love Lied

Never you.
Never me.
Somewhere in our dreams.
No more tears.
No more glee.
Only haunting themes.
Jagged shards,
Of my heart,
Poke me and I bleed.
Terrified,
Undignified,
Heartfelt and in need.

I scream in my mind...
Trapped inside,
Breaking out,
It gets harder to contain.

I scream in my mind...
To confide,
To let it out,
It gets harder to refrain.

Love lied to me.
It lied to you.
It pushed us to our knees.
Love lied,
To our face,
Behind our backs,
We`re just casualties.
Love lied, you see?

Open arms,
Open minds,
Success is the strain.
Tear it apart,
Tear it up fine,
Diagnose the ugly stain.
Burning coals,
Of my soul,
Feed the fire within.
Never know,
Intense glow,
Feeds the fire of sin.

I scream in my mind...
Trapped inside,
Breaking out,
It gets harder to contain.

I scream in my mind...
To confide,
To let it out,
It gets harder to refrain.

Love lied to me.
It lied to you.
It pushed us to our knees.
Love lied,
To our face,
Behind our backs,
We`re just casualties.
Love lied, you see?
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Posted: Jun 2009
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Unknown

In My Dreams

In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.
In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.

Last night I laid down,
I saw visions of you.
Before I closed my eyes,
Your sight, your smell,
I knew it was you.
There you were standing,
A vision to behold.
Tears ran down my face,
I cried, you cried,
Scenes started to fold.

In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.
In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.

I woke up knowing,
That never were you real.
My heart sunk in my chest,
I tried, you lied,
How was I to feel?
I knew I must go on,
Can`t live in fantasy.
I knew I would miss you,
Your taste, your touch,
Would shape reality.

In my dreams...I feel I know you.

Your face, your touch,
I must, keep you in my dreams.
Your smile, too much,
But I need you, in my dreams.

In the darkest corners of my heart,
I need you, to be real.
I can`t forever live in the dark,
If it`s me that you really feel.
Surely, if you can feel me,
Then I must exist.
Even if you can`t see,
Look at how you try to resist.

In my dreams.---------Your face, your touch,
Keep you in my dreams-I must keep you in my dreams
In my dreams.---------Your smile, too much,
Keep you in my dreams-But I need you in my dreams.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
wrote this as a duet of sorts
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Unknown

the easter riseing

BOOM BOOM BOOM
THE GUNS OF THE OPPERSSOR SPOKE THERE MESSAGE OF DEATH
MANY BRAVE MEN THE BLACK REAPER THAT DAY MET.
EASTER SUNDAY 1916 IN IRELANDS CAPITAL CITY WHEN THE MIGHT OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE SHOWED US LITTLE PITY.
THE GPO WAS UNDER SEIGH BUT IRELANDS SONS WERE STRONG
THE TRI COLOUR BLEW IN THE BREEZ AS THE REBELS WERE FIRED APON


SOME SAID TAKEING UP ARMS WAS NOT THE RIGHT SULTSHON BUT HOW EALS TO GET FREE FROOM A FOREIGN CONSTITUTION
AS DUBLIN SHEAD HER TEARS OF WAR MANY HARTS WERE LIGHT FOR ALL TRUE IRISHMEN KNEW THER CAUSE WAS RIGHT.


FOR 7 DAYS BLODDY AND SCARED WITH SPIRITS NEVER WAVERING PLEDGED TO FIGHT TO THE LAST MAN A NATION IN THE MAKEING
AND DO THE LOST THAT EASRERTIDE THEIR MEMORIES ARE NOT FORSAKING THEY DIED MAYTHERS FOR THEIR BELIVES A CREDIT TO ANY NATHION


GERARD O KEEFFE
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I WROTH THIS POMES FOR IRELANDS SONS AND NOW WE HAVE PEACE THATS WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE WANTED
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Unknown

dancing with my angel

hold me close
touch my heart
dance with me
kiss me
hold me closer
don’t go away
i know you’re a dream
but this moment I enjoy…
we two, together
dancing, dancing all night long…
and no one in this world can stop us
who are you?
i know you
we’ve seen us before
a long time ago
i saw you standing there
ready to spread your wings
and ready again to save me from falling
i know you
you’re my Angel
i’m dancing with my Angel
……
thank you for being by my side
whenever i need you!
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Posted: Aug 2009
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THE GETAWAY BY TREVOR HILL (DECEASED SON) 2008

THERE IS A LITTLE PLACE I GO. FOR A WINTER GETAWAY IN THE SNOW. IT IS'NT VERY BIG, YOU SEE- BUT FOR SOME,IT'S A LAND OF FANTASY. THERE ARE NO UNICORNS HERE, ONLY HORSES,COWS AND DEER.LITTLE INDIANS SIT IN THE TOWN SQUARE,SELLING JEWELRY HERE AND THERE. TURQUOISE,SILVER AND GOLD. AT THE END OF THE DAY IT'S USUALLY SOLD. MANY PEOPLE COME TO SKI,BUT MOST COME FOR ITS BEAUTY. HOT BATHS ARE NO PROBLEM HERE,AND WHEN YOUR DONE,YOUR MIND IS CLEAR. PEOPLE FROM EVERY RACE COME TO STAY AT THIS LITTLE PLACE. AND NOW I'LL TAKE THE TIME TO SAY, THE PLACE I GO IS CALLED SANTA FE.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
MY SON HAYDEN TREVOR HILL WROTE IT IN THE 8TH. GRADE. IT WON THE GWENDOLYN BROOKS POETRY CONTEST. TREVOR DECEASED MARCH 16 2008. HE IS DOING GODS WORK NOW. HE WAS A GREAT POET. THIS POEM IS IN GOLDEN MAGAZINE. HE WAS 29 YEARS OLD. I LOVE YOU SON 'DAD'
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Unknown

war

Lost and bleeding
A man is screeming
An old women weeping
No birds are singing
A smoke cloud shadows the sun

Surounded by machines
and heartless souls
Takin, befor his life began
The young boy stands with his gun
Killing his own, not knowing what his done

Seperating the good, from the living
What happend to love and giving
Fear and pain, no body is the same
Just another of lifes worthless games
Taking over, what cant be right
Why do people love to fight

So watch them fall
Lose it all
Leave them to rot
becuase they are selfishly hated
blacks always, traded
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
No one chooses who they are or how they come here
But we all have somthing in common
The colour of skin has made so much trouble
I have alot of freinds and family who have come seeking refuge from war..... and these ppl are gorgous souls, who have experianced anothers selfishness. I have been told many stories and i could write for eva from what i have learnt.
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Unknown

I am in LOVE

Yea I am in love …

So nice love ….

wonderful feeling.......

come from my heart…..

always I think ……

then to smile ….

Looks my eyes ………

its shine……….

in the red ......

in my lips …....

Always in smile …..

walking to smile .......

sleeping in smile.......

I am in love … yea yea yea

I am in love ……..

Yes my love ………..


I love myself 4 ever toooooooo much muaaaahhhhhh (its for me dont try to stole my heart )
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
I am in love
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Unknown

havnt thought of a title yet

tired of all these eyes staring at me
trying to judge me with my looks
no one willing to look into these eyes
afriad to see who i truely am
not knowing if im nice or not
tired of being hated for what i wear
waiting to be excepted for who i am
tired of all my friends fading away
living me alone with all these tears
just waiting for someone to come
come save me from all this crap
to wipe my tears and say iw ont fade away
just tired of all these lies
sitting in the dark all alone in this world
just waiting for someone to see in these eyes
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
just something that poped into my head
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Unknown

Day By Day

Day by day I wander,
New sights old sights distant past,
The seeker, the hunter,
On the endless journey.

Mountains raise, mountains fall
Streams shrivel beneath unforgiving rays
My quest still fresh,
You, still miles away.

My love unconquered,
always searching for
someone true, lonely
for till then shall remain the hunter.

Till we meet, and touch
Till thine holds thy heart,
Till she declares me hers,
I will travel the endless road through Dante's Hell.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Wrote it on the spur of the moment. Personally John Donne could have done better, or Lawerance Farhinetti. But then again not bad for an amateur. Hope there isn't too many embarraising misspelling, etc.
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Unknown

Drive on my Muse

She is driving
Along the dark highway.
The rain pours, dropping visions on my shell.
She is whispering.

I am safe.
Outside the jesting rain,
challenging waters to rise above.
The headlights strobe to the distance,
Scuttling glass pellets to the shade.
She is driving.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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