Most Commented Pantoum Poems (14)

sweet peace,velvet silence
aetherial shade,the sense...
gently your hand
hours of sand ...
so calm my breathe
light a Sunset grace...

FREE CEE!IS ABOUT TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM WITH SOME SUBSTANCE.....JACK AND JILL MUST HAVE LOVED EACH OTHER AND MAY EVEN HAVE WRITTEN THE SAME KIND OF SACHARINE, BANAL AND OTHERWISE THINGS THAT YOU OSTENSIBLY CATAGORIZED AS LOVE POEMS..HERE'S HOW YOU DO IT NOW...EVERYONE TRY TO STAY FOCUSED
THE FOLLOWING IS ~free cee's!~ free demonstration entitled:
GOOD DAY C.J.
METHINKS IT BE TIME TO BLINK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT YOUR LOVER AND SAY "GOOD MORNING HON"
PERHAPS A CUP OF JOE AND THEN WE CAN GO
GO TO THAT TREE ONLY YOU, ME AND THE PEACH TREE KNOW

THEY KNEW HOW VIBRANT AND LOVELY SHE CAN BE
LOVLIER THAN THAT OLD PEACH TREE
IT STANDS SO TALL WITH BIRD PERCHED INSIDE
AND WHEN THEY STOP SINGING IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE

NOW PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL
WHILST LISTENING TO THE RADIO BLASTING ROCK AND ROLL
NOW TAKE YOUR LOVER'S HAND AND WALK HIM TO THAT LAKE
THE ONE THE SWANS AND MINNOWS NEVER FORSAKE

SO THEN YOU TWO GO HOME AND HE COOKS YOU BACON AND EGGS
ALL THE WHILE STARING AT THE STYLE OF YOUR LITHE LITTLE LEGS
THE WIFE SAYS SHE'S NOT SO TIRED ANYMORE
SO SHE'S GOING OUT NOW TO DO HER SHOPPING AND A CHORE

WHILE SHE DID HER DEEDS THE HUSBAND SAT ALONE IN A PARK
AND ONLY LEFT ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER DARK
WHEN HE RETURNED HE SAW A MASS OF PEOPLE AND WONDERED AT WHAT THEY ALL GAPED
THEN Mr. BENJAMAN PUT HIS HAND ON THE HUSBAND'S SHOULDER AND SAID "I'M AFRAID YOUR WIFE HAS BEEN RAPED"
(C)2011....~free cee!~
see now, all it takes is twenty minutes, a genetically genious ability not to write tripe as most of you do when writing love poems
no thanks are required but if you feel compelled to thank me
for my lesson, it's okay

what heart hath she that taketh me
'twixt here and her will never be
but her heart i heareth in the night
and i may never know why this feels so right

what soul hath she to save mine now
i cannot smile but she's teaching me how
how to trust, to touch but most of all to feel
feel whatever 'tis in thy heart a heart that she may heal

but teacher she's so far away and a mystery to me
then again she knew about my cerulean blue eyes to see
but see her never will i in how ever many passing years
but i'll always be grateful for stemming the tide from my cerulean blue eyes

so taketh from me everything i own
torture me in body and bone
the only way i ever connected to her was whenever we wrote
so Lord, when you plan to end a friend at least spare me one last note
WHY? WHAT IS THIS? IS IT SO CLOSE TO BE SO FAR?

DON'T KNOW IF U KNEW THIS OR IF I ALREADY TOLD YOU BUT IT BEARS
REPEATING....U R NICE AND I LIKE U SO THANK U FOR BEING
YOU
~ME!~

One phrase Poem
(C) By Owner ( that 's me ;-) )

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