Most Commented Abstract Poems (471)

I'm lost in your eyes .....

I'm enchanted by your smile ....

I was imprisoned in your heart ....

I 'm butterfly in your mind ......

Keep my hands before my heart being frozen ....

Hugging me before I disappear....

who are you my prince charming I ever miss.........

Shower me with you love....

Warm me with your care......

Crown me with your attention.....

You are the key's door of my heart.....

Are there for always for me......

The song I sing just for you.....

Some people have
such big dreams,
but all I want
is to love you,
to wake up beside you
each morning,
to feel the warmth
of your hand in mine,
to share each moment,
good and bad, with you,
to lose myself
in your loving arms.
Some people want
so much out of life,
but all I want
is to share
everything with you,
for us to talk long
into the night,
to dream together,
and experience
all of the little
things together
that makes life
worth living.
Yes, I have a
big dream after all.
And I want so
many things.
I want to spend the
rest of my life
with you.
And I want to
give you my love,
and to make our home
a place where
you always feel
warm and welcome,
and for us to have
a relationship in which
we accept each other
for who we are
and always find a
sweet dream in
each other's arms.
All I want is
for us to love
each other for the
rest of our lives.
And I do believe
that dreams can
come true.

Serene is the heart that yearns not for reward,
Divine is the soul dedicated to the service of mankind,
Music is sweetest when it comes from the depth of the heart,
And tears the gloom of the mind apart,
And diffuses the ecstasy that permeates heaven and earth;
So let us sing, let us all sing in holy mirth.

by moon light we ride ten thousand side by side with swords drawn held high our maces and armour shine hail too thee our infantry brave into the grave all sworn the eternal vow the time too strike is now kill kill kill gone are the days when freedom shone now blood and steel meet bone in the battles way the sands of time will shade how proud our stand with mace and chain in hand sound the charge into glory ride over the top of the vanguished pride victory victory victory we crossed a starlit sky no space no time heavy loss men die

L OVE what is it what isn't it
Is it how you like when she runs to you in the middle of the park when she sees you
Is it how you like when she laughs
Is it how you like when she smiles
Is it how you like when she says she loves you
Is it how you like when she is it
Is it when she's sick you run to take care of her
Is it when she have a great, good, bad or horrible day you there
Is it when you ask do you want to grow old with me , and she says yes
Is it love when she says Yes I will marry you
It's not just one thing it you her an an eternity being there for her up down and all in between

A little bit cold the morning is,the heavenly breeze strokes my face while I observe the horizon of concrete mols. From my view I can also observe how humans move from one place to another, as if they were ants in undefined paths, from up to down, from left to right.Nonetheless, their most relevant feature is their endless speech, they all go together as confident as if They were relatives. This is the place where dreams are filled with more illusions, some of them more realistic, many others out of reality.

MY EXISTENTIAL CRISIS 2012 [part two]




Every Assent, A Descent

The power of persuasion
- the art of sorcery -
wields influence only
in the realm of Belief.
And because to believe
is to (en)force reality,
alas, endlessly
“force produces counterforce.”
The solution therefore is
“neither believe nor disbelieve /
neither accept or reject.”
How many psychedelic warriors past
lost their sanity
for only this mere truth!
Sanitize your own mind, then;
remember those who have gone before,
and resolve to surrender
yourselves no more.

There really is no need -
only unquenchable desire:
no need to forcefully gather,
no need to hoard and hide
knowledge or wisdom
or any thing of value.
See: even at the molecular level,
Atoms do not collide,
But rather do a kind of jig
- they jiggle -
they tremble apprehending
one another’s awesomeness,
shivering they produce
the warmth of intimacy,
and vibrating,
the heat of passion

So listen now, O Water!
Abandon your fantasy
of extinguishing this Fire -
release at last your pent-up steam -
the time has passed to catch your breath -
rise to the occasion and
ASCEND






The End

YOU!
I exist as your witness,
To love and ac-knowledge you -
And not necessarily ‘carnal knowledge’:
Impressions on our surfaces touched and touching,
That luscious illusion of a common boundary,
The temporary loss of alone-ness, all-one-ness -
But, rather, knowledge based on interface,
Our face-to-face intercourse:
Forgetting myself in your eyes,
Losing myself in your voice,
Not settling for mere ‘communication’ (no!):
Far better instead to MIS-understand,
To abandon understanding and so increase appreciation,
For indeed, DE-preciation, a ‘loss of value’
Surely occurs when I ‘grasp’ who you seem to be
- (So I will let go!) -
I want you to bewilder me,
To evade my comprehension,
May you forever elude me,
May you never satisfy
And thus always gratify me
With the endless true knowledge of
YOU!!






Sh'ma

Holy One of Israel,
You listen to my cries of grief
And remain silent.
“To what could you compare me?”
I have heard these are your words; just so,
To what could you compare my pain?
Never has there been
An anguish such as this,
And nevermore shall be
Such a one as mine again;
For the universe was created for my sake alone,
And I alone have lived to tell the tale;
So tell my tale of woe I will.
As I pour out my heart to you, My God,
You dare not trivialize it with mere comfort;
As silence to you is the highest praise,
Your own silence now is the greatest love,
Selah!

do not 'have' a body. I AM a body.
I do not inhabit my body. I AM my body.
I am not an individual. I am : divisible.
I am not one. I am many. In fact,
My integrity rests upon my multiplicity.
My body is a composition. I am a work
Of art. I am a work-in-progress.
And my delight is to feed YOU morsels of myself,
And to taste your delicacies as well.
This is the delicious quiver of desire,
the electrical charge that arcs,
the spark that jumps its track,
the train of thought that leads me back
to YOU.
No,
I am not a body with a mind and a soul,
I am a body that does not mind being solo
So long as I can feed you and need you
To feed me, too.
Who?
This self which insists it exists is a fiction,
There is nothing real inside of me
That need ever come between you and me.
Yes, I know;
The madness of belief is a path that sadly
Has led me astray and away from you
Time and time again. Forgive me again!
Forgive me, my lover, there is no One other than you -
"I am my beloved's and s/he is mine" -
Please, my precious, whenever I lose sight of this
Seduce me again with your mouth and your kiss
Lips pressed tight let us mix our breaths of life
And so entwined behold ourselves
DIVINE

How can u b sure that you love me? The creator shows how love should b practice when d heaven and earth was created,man and woman. The good qualities we have in us as image of the creator of heaven and earth strongly justify why love is the best thing about us. The ability to love reflects creator in us. It is our duty on earth to eliminate suffering and injustice. When u want someone to get to know you,do u not mention your name? The creator reveals his love to this world tru us. It is the love u show to the person next to u that will make u b love.

Really forgotten tongue
Pronounce the letters
When it sank in an inch of water
He was good at swimming
But it is not in the eyes
Always
Always
Victoria says
Says not to the sea color
Afraid because the sky
From the blue eyes
The sense of touch
When caught Victoria
Victoria always says
Does not improve by time
In the absence
Say
The heart is not long for
Pulse Victoria
Commented pictures
All droopy
To not only see the Victoria
Screaming silence
In the absence
And words of Victoria
Victoria