Author: Unknown
I SEE HER BUT I CANNOT MAKE OUT HER FACE SHE COMES TO SOOTH ME AND TAKE AWAY MY PAIN.
EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW HER WITHOUT HER I FEEL OUT OF PLACE
HER EYES HER LIPS AND THE WARMTH OF HER BODY
HER TASTE.
I LOVE TO HOLD HER IN MY ARMS SO SHE CAN FEEL PROTECTED I WOULD DO
ANYTHING FOR HER SHE IS MY PRINCESS.
I AM TRUE TO HER IN EVERY WAY BECAUSE I WANT HER TO KNOW THAT I AM FOR REAL NOT FAKE AND THAT I DON'T PLAY ANY GAMES.
I HAVEN'T FOUND HER YET BUT I WILL SOME DAY I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER
NAME.
I SEE HER BUT I CANNOT MAKE OUT HER FACE SHE IS MY SOUL MATE SHE COMES TO HEAL MY WOUNDS AND WASH AWAY THE TEARS OFF MY FACE WITH OUT HER I WILL ALWAYS FEEL OUT OF PLACE.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
THIS POEM IS ABOUT ME EXPRESSING MY SELF ABOUT THE PAIN THAT I FEEL
DEEP INSIDE MY HEART AND THAT I SOMETIMES IMAGINE WHAT IT WOULD BE
LIKE TO FINALLY FIND MY TRUE LOVE. SOME ONE THAT CAN BE MY PRINCESS AND I HER PRINCE. SOME ONE THAT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR ME THREW GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES JUST LIKE I WOULD FOR HER.
THERE IS SO MUCH IN ME AND I WANT TO SHARE IT WITH THE RIGHT SPECIAL PERSON.
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A single stroke of the brush
may paint a thousand worlds
Yet many more might it take
for a story to unfold
Who knows what voices instruct
the hand that's set to paint
Whether it be the whispers
of demons, or the shout of
the saint
The rainbow yields its
colors to good and evil
alike
But it's the soul that
prepares the pallete
for darkness.. or
for light..~
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Having painted for quite a few years I thought this might be an interesting subject..
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I woke up in tears
Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs
Doesn't matter how many prayers I
pray
Your're in a place where there's no
pain
I cry so hard that
Every part of my body
hurts
I miss you so much
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Posted: Apr 2015
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Silently my love speaks
There's no hate, no violence
From eyes truth shines
Faithfulness speaks in silence
Her love pours forth
Like rain storm driven
Wild and tempestuous building up
Yet all is freely given
Her heart she freely offers
Both hands held out to me
Taken, this gift most humbly
Together we shall be
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
The real ???????????
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Author: Unknwn
You're not alone!
If you've felt rejected today...you're not alone.
If you're tired and ready to give up today...you're not alone.
If your searching for someone to talk to today and find no one...you're not alone.
If you feel the weight of your bills are going to break you...you're not alone.
If your marriage isn't working...you're not alone.
If your kids won't listen to you...you're not alone.
If your parents wont listen to you...you're not alone.
If your boyfriend walked away from you today...you're not alone.
If your girlfriend dumped you today...you're not alone.
If you feel unappreciated at your job...you are not alone.
If you felt as if you'd walk into a crowd and no one noticed you...you're not alone.
If you've ever felt like no one listens to you...you're not alone.
If you've ever felt like no one loves you...you're not alone.
If you want to break free from drugs or alcohol and find you can't...you're not alone.
If you've been bullied or picked on...you're not alone.
If you're bored with your life...you're not alone.
If you've ever been picked over for not being pretty or smart enough...you're not alone.
If you're afraid of life's challenges...you're not alone.
If you're shy...you're not alone.
If you want to scream at the world in frustration...you're not alone.
If you hide the scars so no one sees them...you're not alone.
If you have regrets in life that haunt you...you're not alone.
If you cried today...you're not alone.
You are more than the choices that you've made.
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes.
You are more than the problems you create.
You are not alone!
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Posted: May 2011
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Standing in the rain of life,
All washed away, it was a lie.
Dark clouds forming tears,
Trickling down with fears.
Destiny, hope, laughter,
Love, togetherness, joy,
Shattered and smashed,
Like a child's used toy.
Totally gone is the delight
And all gladness of heart,
The daydreams of happiness,
Everything flew in to the past.
Thought I had it all, all gone.
Washed away in the rain,
And in this vicious storm.
Details flashing in my brain.
Tears keep falling joining,
The rain and the storm.
Thinking what have I done?
To deserve so wrong.
I hear the thunder,
Of my falling pride.
My broken heart,
In pieces I cry.
In the middle of the storm,
Walking in the dark alone.
The wind is blowing hard,
Loosing my steps I fall...
Falling on my knees.
Loud I cry, please...
OH my dear God...
Here I am on my knees,
In the dark and I'm cold.
The wind has not let go,
And the rain did not stop.
I realize more is to come,
Tears falling without hope,
There a voice, so clear,
Calling my name Elia, Elia.
I lifted my head and tears,
Filled my eyes with fears.
At that, instantly I rise,
I began to walk, walk....
Towards a new beginning.
And all the fears and tears,
Of my past are now locked.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
True love never becomes hate.
When you truly love someone you want her/his happiness... understand that their happiness are not necessary with you... love them for what they are not what you want them to be and set them free.
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Opportunities to ride the wave, the tsunami of a developing nations, paving the path of capitalist creation. An economic glut, profits and rising capitalization, corruption, dirty business; is this the communist or capitalist way? 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do', unfreeze, adapt or be wash to shore, like broken shells and forgotten bottles, unable to change, forever stuck, in a single moment, a forgotten photo, behind a frame . Poverty stricken, policies unenforceable, investors unwilling and the average income, is $1 dollar a day. the streets are filled with the homeless, beggars, hungry children, suffering citizens, living on minutes of the day. The world is changing, overcrowded as the population grows, finite resources infinite wants, we're using it all. The future unknown, but what have we learnt? Probably nothing, or to make a big bomb. But even the traditionalist, must bend to 'the invisible hand', for the forces of nature, only god can comprehend. Children of the dust and in death we return, shadows of the night, takes our soul and they burn. So isn't it ironic, that we started from a bang, populated the garden and developed a brain. As from savages to modern society, the serpent slithers on, patiently stalking, seeking its return. Influencing our judgment, persuading our sins, tapping our emotion, sucking us in. The battle we now fighting, some battles we can't win.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Afraid that I would have to change and adapt to the Vietnamese way of doing business, which means arrogance and pushy, flaunting my money and power , treating others rudely and demanding people to do things for me. Afraid I would lose my humanity.
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once in a while, you're still able
to work your ways on my prison
as if I gave you the code
so you can come in and out
anytime you want
I don't suppose it's a provision
of our parting agreement
when we dissolved our connections
when we decided to kill love
knowing that it was still alive
I did say when we move on
we'd never look back
nor wish any other way, but forward
I remember you said, I was the best
and I told you, too, that so were you
the one I'd have loved forever
now we both know, nothing stays the same
even my prison will evolve
and the code you hold will change
because I am sure, pretty soon
I'll be in isolation
where nothing exists but memories.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
when all is left are but the memories that hold you hostage of the past.
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Author: Unknown
A MAN GIVES HIS HEART TO THE ONLY ONE
A MAN GIVES HIS SOUL TO THE THAT ONE
A MAN GIVED HIS LOVE JUST TO ONE
AND AT THE END IT IS RETURNED
WITHOUT THE CARE THAT IT WAS GIVEN
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Posted: Jun 2011
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Author: Unknown
In the dark,
she cries his name.
When they're apart,
it's not the same.
She is lonely.
She is sad.
Among unholy,
she's getting mad.
Being alone,
is half the problem.
Where's the sword?
Among the solemn.
Now she cries,
as he dies.
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this years ago, when life was at a low.
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