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Lost no more
Walking on the sand...visions return like a lost ol' friend,
Let the sun bake me. Watch the dolphins play.
Another day missing you. Why do I stay?
Feeling the waves...visions return of younger, better days.
Let the sun bake me, Hear the laughter of kids.
Another day without you, and the things we did.
Hearing the surf...visions return. I know their worth.
Let the sun bake me. The seagulls scream.
Another day kissing you, in only a dream.
Seeing the blue...visions fill me. My wife is you.
Let the sun bake me. Rip carry me away.
No more days without you. Water lead my way.
©lsd
Let the sun bake me. Watch the dolphins play.
Another day missing you. Why do I stay?
Feeling the waves...visions return of younger, better days.
Let the sun bake me, Hear the laughter of kids.
Another day without you, and the things we did.
Hearing the surf...visions return. I know their worth.
Let the sun bake me. The seagulls scream.
Another day kissing you, in only a dream.
Seeing the blue...visions fill me. My wife is you.
Let the sun bake me. Rip carry me away.
No more days without you. Water lead my way.
©lsd
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Posted: Apr 2013
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Expose Your Heart
I CAN SEE IT RIGHT THERE
I CAN SEE IT RIGHT THERE...FALLING DOWN
TEARS DROPPING ON YOUR PILLOW
YOUR STAIRING OUT THE WINDOW...
BUT WHY'S IT SUCH A SHAME TO SHOW
A SIDE OF YOU THATS WONDERFUL?
SO BEAUTIFUL, EMOTIONAL.
IT MAKES ME CRAZY, MAKES ME FALL
MORE AND MORE IN LOVE WITH YOU.
YOUR SO SAD AND YOUR SO BLUE.
BUT IT'S OK, YEA IT'S ALRIGHT, TO EXPOSE YOUR HEART TO ME TONIGHT.
I CAN SEE IT RIGHT THERE...FALLING DOWN
TEARS DROPPING ON YOUR PILLOW
YOUR STAIRING OUT THE WINDOW...
BUT WHY'S IT SUCH A SHAME TO SHOW
A SIDE OF YOU THATS WONDERFUL?
SO BEAUTIFUL, EMOTIONAL.
IT MAKES ME CRAZY, MAKES ME FALL
MORE AND MORE IN LOVE WITH YOU.
YOUR SO SAD AND YOUR SO BLUE.
BUT IT'S OK, YEA IT'S ALRIGHT, TO EXPOSE YOUR HEART TO ME TONIGHT.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Its about how some guys like to hide their pain in front of their friends and girls. But i just want to know why some guys are so proud to the point where they think tears are for weak people. Im saying why hide something so beautiful and true?
echo locate
Blind too the world
The high pitched sound
Echo locate
These creature of the night
Flying solo they locate their prey
Big ears they have
For they cannot see
Batmen they are not
Hanging from the tree
In darkness attracts
The sollitude
They hide shy creatures of the night
The perfect world to hang as a bat
The high pitched sound
Echo locate
These creature of the night
Flying solo they locate their prey
Big ears they have
For they cannot see
Batmen they are not
Hanging from the tree
In darkness attracts
The sollitude
They hide shy creatures of the night
The perfect world to hang as a bat
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Posted: Jan 2014
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Strange Meetings
We came together like two lost souls,
Wracked with the baggage of years,
An attraction that sometimes consoles,
Loneliness and hidden tears.
So much in common but alas,
Personalities set in stone,
It was always a “what if” guess,
For the things we hadn’t shown.
How long… one could only speculate,
Attraction is a measured thing,
That it was there on our first date,
Is what makes the angels sing!
And I wonder if one can ever leave,
The past and its random meetings,
Those shreds that all of us weave,
In departures and in greetings.
And you know it will never be the same,
For lust is a different enchantment,
It played out like a compulsive game,
With fond moments of contentment.
And now it’s added to our baggage train,
We grow more wary and thin,
But I’m sure in life’s strange refrain,
We wait for another to begin.
Wracked with the baggage of years,
An attraction that sometimes consoles,
Loneliness and hidden tears.
So much in common but alas,
Personalities set in stone,
It was always a “what if” guess,
For the things we hadn’t shown.
How long… one could only speculate,
Attraction is a measured thing,
That it was there on our first date,
Is what makes the angels sing!
And I wonder if one can ever leave,
The past and its random meetings,
Those shreds that all of us weave,
In departures and in greetings.
And you know it will never be the same,
For lust is a different enchantment,
It played out like a compulsive game,
With fond moments of contentment.
And now it’s added to our baggage train,
We grow more wary and thin,
But I’m sure in life’s strange refrain,
We wait for another to begin.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
The subject of this poem bears no resemblance to Wilfred Owen's prophetic poem set in WW1. I just thought of how, when you get to a certain age, your life seems to be punctuated by these "strange" meetings. And yet to quote another author, "we beat on, boats against the current."
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere in a wild where hunter kills
A bird cries our for it's mate
The sun is setting behind the hills
And it's never been gone so late
Somewhere in the heavens an angel sings
And unless being sent by the Lord
He may not interfere in earthly things
And raise his bow or his sword
Somewhere in my heart tender longings yet
Still endure through the pain and stress
For a sweetheart I have not met
And the one I may not posess
A bird cries our for it's mate
The sun is setting behind the hills
And it's never been gone so late
Somewhere in the heavens an angel sings
And unless being sent by the Lord
He may not interfere in earthly things
And raise his bow or his sword
Somewhere in my heart tender longings yet
Still endure through the pain and stress
For a sweetheart I have not met
And the one I may not posess
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Just rumbling.
Love is an illusion
My heart is as pure as that of a child
My passion is hot and my temper is mild
I do have love in abundance
To share it with you, I have no resistance
Then why can't I find someone to love me?
A special lady to set my emotions free
To open my eyes and let me see
How wonderful life could be
Am I destined to spend my life alone?
Waiting day and night beside my phone
Hoping a nice lady may give me a call
Asking me, in love with her, to fall
Inviting me to a dancing hall
Falling in love for me is nothing but an illusion
That is my only and final conclusion
My passion is hot and my temper is mild
I do have love in abundance
To share it with you, I have no resistance
Then why can't I find someone to love me?
A special lady to set my emotions free
To open my eyes and let me see
How wonderful life could be
Am I destined to spend my life alone?
Waiting day and night beside my phone
Hoping a nice lady may give me a call
Asking me, in love with her, to fall
Inviting me to a dancing hall
Falling in love for me is nothing but an illusion
That is my only and final conclusion
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Posted: Oct 2015
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DAFFODILS
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
This is one of the most famous of Lyric Poetry ever written...Out of Line
(Since I'm stuck writing poems for six more days, might as well try to write an actual one instead of talking like it's a poem.)
maybe write another
and try this time
maybe someone other
ain't gone this time
is she out there lasting
don't know when
ever found within there
love again
no one knows the reason
were not strong
only know it couldn't be
all that wrong
asking precious sorrow
for some time
got to know, forever's
out of line
maybe write another
and try this time
maybe someone other
ain't gone this time
is she out there lasting
don't know when
ever found within there
love again
no one knows the reason
were not strong
only know it couldn't be
all that wrong
asking precious sorrow
for some time
got to know, forever's
out of line
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Posted: Aug 2017
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online today!Weeding In The Garden
I am happy just kneeling here
On this warm bare ground
Scrunched down on my knees
Pulling weeds all around
No one comes to bother me
Nor do they interrupt my task
Not even a busy wandering bee
Looking for directions might ask
Other people leave me alone
A little wave -- a passing smile
Not even a ringing phone
Can be heard for a country mile
I shall stay ’til work is done
Or 'til the dinner bells echo
Waiting for the setting sun
Changes into reds from yellow
I am happy just kneeling here
On this warm bare ground
Scrunched down on my knees
Pulling weeds all around
On this warm bare ground
Scrunched down on my knees
Pulling weeds all around
No one comes to bother me
Nor do they interrupt my task
Not even a busy wandering bee
Looking for directions might ask
Other people leave me alone
A little wave -- a passing smile
Not even a ringing phone
Can be heard for a country mile
I shall stay ’til work is done
Or 'til the dinner bells echo
Waiting for the setting sun
Changes into reds from yellow
I am happy just kneeling here
On this warm bare ground
Scrunched down on my knees
Pulling weeds all around
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
The lovely task of pulling weeds and just enjoying solitude. Nobody will bother you or try and take your job away. It is blessedly peaceful and mindfulness all wrapped in one.
SHE
She -
Strong and Beautiful,
Intelligent and Wise,
Hardworking and Ambitious,
Faithful and Honest,
Fierce and Devoted.
She -
Protected her loved ones in battle,
Fought for what's right, til the end.
Showed hers the value of 'struggle',
Knew that Her God would defend.
She -
Hasn't left much wealth behind,
Except the investments that matter.
Built with her legacy in mind,
Five kids - three sons and two daughters.
And now... She. is. no. more.
Strong and Beautiful,
Intelligent and Wise,
Hardworking and Ambitious,
Faithful and Honest,
Fierce and Devoted.
She -
Protected her loved ones in battle,
Fought for what's right, til the end.
Showed hers the value of 'struggle',
Knew that Her God would defend.
She -
Hasn't left much wealth behind,
Except the investments that matter.
Built with her legacy in mind,
Five kids - three sons and two daughters.
And now... She. is. no. more.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
An ode to my Mother.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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