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online today!Within this Flower
Within this flower of a rose
A single drop of dew
Cascades its fount, and now are tears
Cried for the man she knew.
Dainty lashes - wet with tears
Emotion over flows
Her heaving bosom ; - dare no one say
That moss about her grows.
Too soon forgot, and racked with sobs
She really knows not why;-
It was only for a few weeks,
And he was just another guy.
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A single drop of dew
Cascades its fount, and now are tears
Cried for the man she knew.
Dainty lashes - wet with tears
Emotion over flows
Her heaving bosom ; - dare no one say
That moss about her grows.
Too soon forgot, and racked with sobs
She really knows not why;-
It was only for a few weeks,
And he was just another guy.
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Posted: Mar 2017
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True Meaning of Love
Love is like a game of Chess
The wrong move could cost you everything
Love is like conquering a Territory
If you leave that Territory sit for too long without care
It will be taken by someone else, Conquered
Love is like a secret that some can not tell
Love comes in many ways, shapes, and forms
Love is like a mystery
A mystery that is untainted and almost impossible to solve
Love is like a treasure that is lost
A treasure that can be hidden anywhere;
hidden so well that it could be right under you nose unnoticed
Love can be contagious
Contagious like a disease or a virus, spreading without notice or feeling
Love is like Nature
Its Beauty can be astounding but can also be devastating
Love can be like a rose
Its beauty is so eye catching
But with curiosity, a touch of its thorns can bring pain
Love is like a word with masked meanings
Meanings that can only be created by one's views, emotions, and experiences
Love is like a drug
It can cause great addiction and attachment if used in great amounts
Love is like the tongue
Like a knife, it can cut some of the deepest wounds without drawing a sign of blood
You might ask yourself what love is?
Love Is...Everything.
The wrong move could cost you everything
Love is like conquering a Territory
If you leave that Territory sit for too long without care
It will be taken by someone else, Conquered
Love is like a secret that some can not tell
Love comes in many ways, shapes, and forms
Love is like a mystery
A mystery that is untainted and almost impossible to solve
Love is like a treasure that is lost
A treasure that can be hidden anywhere;
hidden so well that it could be right under you nose unnoticed
Love can be contagious
Contagious like a disease or a virus, spreading without notice or feeling
Love is like Nature
Its Beauty can be astounding but can also be devastating
Love can be like a rose
Its beauty is so eye catching
But with curiosity, a touch of its thorns can bring pain
Love is like a word with masked meanings
Meanings that can only be created by one's views, emotions, and experiences
Love is like a drug
It can cause great addiction and attachment if used in great amounts
Love is like the tongue
Like a knife, it can cut some of the deepest wounds without drawing a sign of blood
You might ask yourself what love is?
Love Is...Everything.
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Posted: Jan 2017
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Come Back Here With Me
Why have you disappeared,
see you're gone, though you're here.
It looks so dark in there,
what you see makes you scared.
Please can I just wake you up,
you look so terrified to me,
the door to your mind is shut.
Can I please just wake you up.
Your presence, crawls back in,
hurts when you, aren't with me.
You become, a blank canvas,
please come back, here with me.
Why do you go away,
to that far away place.
The torture shows on your face,
your chest shows your hearts at race.
What to do, what to do,
you won't let me help you.
Why won't you, why won't you,
won't you let me wake you.
I need you, I need you,
so just let me wake you.
see you're gone, though you're here.
It looks so dark in there,
what you see makes you scared.
Please can I just wake you up,
you look so terrified to me,
the door to your mind is shut.
Can I please just wake you up.
Your presence, crawls back in,
hurts when you, aren't with me.
You become, a blank canvas,
please come back, here with me.
Why do you go away,
to that far away place.
The torture shows on your face,
your chest shows your hearts at race.
What to do, what to do,
you won't let me help you.
Why won't you, why won't you,
won't you let me wake you.
I need you, I need you,
so just let me wake you.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
About being with someone who constantly disappears within their own mind. They're there and yet not there.Lost For Words
Write of love,
I get told.
What to write,
I don't know.
Don't feel sad,
don't feel so bad.
Time will heal you,
still I'm so blue.
Tell me how,
to write about love.
My heart broke,
many years ago.
Time for me,
to get some sleep.
Fall in a heap,
before I weep.
Times spoken,
of being broken.
Sure, sit by me,
but please just don't speak.
I don't need to feel ashamed,
for not loving someone.
Just know I can't be blamed,
damage can't be undone.
So I'm angry and so sad,
I speak of a past that hurts.
I'm a gaping wound gone bad,
love destroyed me so I'm lost for words.
I've shut down,
I feel too numb.
I got so hurt,
I'm lost for words.
I get told.
What to write,
I don't know.
Don't feel sad,
don't feel so bad.
Time will heal you,
still I'm so blue.
Tell me how,
to write about love.
My heart broke,
many years ago.
Time for me,
to get some sleep.
Fall in a heap,
before I weep.
Times spoken,
of being broken.
Sure, sit by me,
but please just don't speak.
I don't need to feel ashamed,
for not loving someone.
Just know I can't be blamed,
damage can't be undone.
So I'm angry and so sad,
I speak of a past that hurts.
I'm a gaping wound gone bad,
love destroyed me so I'm lost for words.
I've shut down,
I feel too numb.
I got so hurt,
I'm lost for words.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
I write many lyrics. I struggle to write about love though. Always seems it should be easy when I read someone else's words, but finding my own never is.
The lonely wolf
It is so dark in the forest of concrete and steel.
I sense the rushing busy souls without feel
I can hear the shouting and cries of despair
I can smell the new days danger in the air
I know my lonesome way to stay free
but one day I follow the calling
for my soul and she !
I sense the rushing busy souls without feel
I can hear the shouting and cries of despair
I can smell the new days danger in the air
I know my lonesome way to stay free
but one day I follow the calling
for my soul and she !
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
Compare myself a little lonely and stressed from people fall in love eith objects more in a relationship thantheir soul mate and start getting disconnected from the spiritual source of love.
I Was Born To Love You
I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day...
I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day of my life
You are the one for me
I am the man for you
You were made for me
You're my ecstasy
If I was given every opportunity
I'd kill for your love
So take a chance with me
Let me romance with you
I'm caught in a dream
And my dream's come true
It's so hard to believe
This is happening to me
An amazing feeling
Comin' through
I wanna love you
I love every little thing about you
I wanna love you, love you, love you
Born - to love you
Born - to love you
Yes I was born to love you
Born - to love you
Born - to love you
Every single day - of my life
An amazing feeling
Coming through
Yes I was born to love you
Every single day of my life
Go, I love you babe
Yes I was born to love you
I wanna love you, love you, love you
I wanna love you
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely
Yeah, I want to love you
Yeah, give it to me
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day...
I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day of my life
You are the one for me
I am the man for you
You were made for me
You're my ecstasy
If I was given every opportunity
I'd kill for your love
So take a chance with me
Let me romance with you
I'm caught in a dream
And my dream's come true
It's so hard to believe
This is happening to me
An amazing feeling
Comin' through
I wanna love you
I love every little thing about you
I wanna love you, love you, love you
Born - to love you
Born - to love you
Yes I was born to love you
Born - to love you
Born - to love you
Every single day - of my life
An amazing feeling
Coming through
Yes I was born to love you
Every single day of my life
Go, I love you babe
Yes I was born to love you
I wanna love you, love you, love you
I wanna love you
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely
Yeah, I want to love you
Yeah, give it to me
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Posted: Sep 2016
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Christmas Tradition
Once upon a Christmas a long time ago,
Santa was getting ready for his annual trip,
But problems began to appear high and low,
It was enough to give even Santa the pip.
Four of Santa’s elves got sick, life can be cruel,
The trainee elves could not produce toys very fast,
So Santa was becoming behind schedule,
And as a result he felt very downcast.
Then Mrs Claus told Santa her mum was coming to stay,
Santa couldn’t stand the whining old biddy,
This stressed Santa even more on this important day,
It made him nauseous and quite giddy.
When Santa went to harness his reindeer, what a mess,
Three were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence,
They were out there somewhere which caused him more distress,
His face grimaced as his body became tense.
When he began to load the sleigh it cracked like a gun,
The toy bag was scattered all over the icy ground,
This Christmas Eve was turning out to be not much fun,
Which was echoed in the sleigh bells’ hollow sound.
Santa needed a drink; his usual apple cider and rum,
But the elves had hidden his liquor and he had nothing to drink,
He began to get frustrated and morbidly glum,
He could see that his career was teetering on the brink.
Then he accidentally dropped his cider pot on the floor,
It broke into a hundred little pieces all over the kitchen,
When he reached for the broom, mice had eaten the end with straw,
It was like some horror story fiction.
But just then when all was doom and gloom, the doorbell rang,
Santa opened it and saw a little angel with a great big tree,
“Merry Christmas…what a lovely day,” the little angel sang,
His face beaming with Christmas spirit so joyous and free.
“I have this beautiful tree for you, where would you like me to stick it?”
He said like a happy queen bee,
Santa without thought knew where it would fit…
Thus began the tradition of the little angel a top the Christmas tree.
Santa was getting ready for his annual trip,
But problems began to appear high and low,
It was enough to give even Santa the pip.
Four of Santa’s elves got sick, life can be cruel,
The trainee elves could not produce toys very fast,
So Santa was becoming behind schedule,
And as a result he felt very downcast.
Then Mrs Claus told Santa her mum was coming to stay,
Santa couldn’t stand the whining old biddy,
This stressed Santa even more on this important day,
It made him nauseous and quite giddy.
When Santa went to harness his reindeer, what a mess,
Three were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence,
They were out there somewhere which caused him more distress,
His face grimaced as his body became tense.
When he began to load the sleigh it cracked like a gun,
The toy bag was scattered all over the icy ground,
This Christmas Eve was turning out to be not much fun,
Which was echoed in the sleigh bells’ hollow sound.
Santa needed a drink; his usual apple cider and rum,
But the elves had hidden his liquor and he had nothing to drink,
He began to get frustrated and morbidly glum,
He could see that his career was teetering on the brink.
Then he accidentally dropped his cider pot on the floor,
It broke into a hundred little pieces all over the kitchen,
When he reached for the broom, mice had eaten the end with straw,
It was like some horror story fiction.
But just then when all was doom and gloom, the doorbell rang,
Santa opened it and saw a little angel with a great big tree,
“Merry Christmas…what a lovely day,” the little angel sang,
His face beaming with Christmas spirit so joyous and free.
“I have this beautiful tree for you, where would you like me to stick it?”
He said like a happy queen bee,
Santa without thought knew where it would fit…
Thus began the tradition of the little angel a top the Christmas tree.
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
It's the time of the year for Xmas poems. Here's one I revised.Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
A chicken and an egg were lying in bed,
The chicken grinned and moved his head,
He was smoking a cigarette and had a satisfied smile,
The egg in contrast was frowning all the while,
The egg muttered with a forlorn expression,
“Well I guess we answered that old question!”
The chicken grinned and moved his head,
He was smoking a cigarette and had a satisfied smile,
The egg in contrast was frowning all the while,
The egg muttered with a forlorn expression,
“Well I guess we answered that old question!”
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
Maybe this is the answer to that age old question.
WHO WILL LOVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE OLD AND GREY?
Who will love you when you're old and grey?
Who will love you when your looks fade away?
Who will take that extra time
To tell you that you're doing fine?
It's not the hardest task to bear
To work out just who will be there,
It will be those who you call friend
That will love you till the very end.
Who will love you when your looks fade away?
Who will take that extra time
To tell you that you're doing fine?
It's not the hardest task to bear
To work out just who will be there,
It will be those who you call friend
That will love you till the very end.
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Posted: Dec 2016
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Dead Gone
I hear you
I knew
too sudden for birds to arise?
don't think so
Surrendered you did to your
cries
sleeping ghost
that
weeps so
alone
flick your such
blanket anger
spread your'e unknown
It is you....your chance to make a difference
sleep well in the hell
now you are dead
I knew
too sudden for birds to arise?
don't think so
Surrendered you did to your
cries
sleeping ghost
that
weeps so
alone
flick your such
blanket anger
spread your'e unknown
It is you....your chance to make a difference
sleep well in the hell
now you are dead
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
Bad people.So many of them!
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