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QuietStormF

There's No Always In Forever..

Not even going to say that I'm not sad
The time we spent together was the best I ever had.
I still feel your kisses ,I still feel your touch..
Yeh im gonna miss you, gonna miss you oh so much
Not even going to say, that i wont cry..
If i said I didn't still want you, well it'd be a lie,
But life goes on.. and baby so must we.
Guess that some things ,well they just arent meant to be.
Because there's no always in forever
And theres no solace in goodbye,
You cant stop the rain from falling down...
Even the roses have to die
And there's no happily ever after,
Not for most of us anyway..
And wishing upon the first star you see at night,
Is just not going to make them stay
So just go on,and move forward..
Try and move on..
And be thankful for the time that you had
Even though it's gone..
And though it seems that your whole world is falling apart...
Some day you'll look back on it without a broken heart..
Because there's no always in Forever..
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
I originally wrote this as a song, but alas I can't write music.. so although I have it in my head.. lol..
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Unknown

If I Fell Apart

Sitting alone again
In this house filled with tears
Sitting alone again
Enveloped in my fears
Staring at your blank face
Wondering what to say
Are there any words in me
That could make this go away

Sitting alone again
You across the room
If I were to speak right now
Would it be too soon?
With every glance I toss at you
This moment lingers on
Everytime I think of what to say
I turn and you are gone

If I fell apart
Would you put me back together?
If I lost my way
Would you find me?

So, here I sit alone again
I finally know what I should say
But here I sit alone again
With you a thousand miles away
Will I ever find my way back to you,
Has this path come to it's end?
Do we even have the strength in us
To find a way to mend?

If I fell apart
Would you put me back together?
If I lost my way
Would you find me?
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Ravensgold

Alone

Lucy stumbles back into, that little room
Tired worn and weary, all energy consumed
The horrors of the day are etched upon her face
As she slumps down at the table,her mind in a daze

Everything is as it was, nothings out of place
She feels his presence in every corner,in every space
The morning coffee cups still standing,in the gloom
The knives ,the forks,the plates,his silver sugar spoon
Shining,shining through that gloom.

Lucy tries to piece together ,their last conversation
Was it really about the weather? was there no indication
She picks up his old cashmere sweater and holds it tight
But then,the scent of his cologne,like dynamite
ignites the tears that flow
And she lets go
All the pain and misery it flows
Shes rocking,...rocking to and fro.

Oh how she wishes she had gone with him this morning
Oh how she wishes she could be with him now
But instead she finds herself deep in mourning
As she leaves this house of stone...alone

Lucy picks a bunch of wild forget-me-knots
And throws them towards the shore
But they don't go very far
And she thinks she hears an old familiar voice
Call her name,above the noise
Of the crashing surf
Then she dries another tear
And heads down towards the pier
To get the boat back to the mainland..

From somewhere a corncrake sings his evening song
Hes happy, now the storm is gone
But for Lucy it goes on and on and on...

Oh how she wishes she had gone with him this morning
Oh how she wishes she could be with him now
But instead she finds herself,deep in mourning
Now shes going home alone
Now shes going home alone..
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
This is part of a song I was writing about a real life tragedy that happened many years ago.
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sabeel

INDEPENDENSE DAY

Today, August 15 is our independence day
We are Indians very proud about it
We honor our three colored flag
We are happy to be in a magical country
With 28 states, 18 languages
6400 castes
6 ethnic groups
29 major festivals
But one country…India.
We respect others from out of India
For the best co operation with us in all means…
We love India….
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
its about my india for who wish to know about my country.
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sabeel

you must be a looser

If any one think about pure love
And like to be loved very much
He or she must be a looser
Without loosing something
We never get real things
That ever makes happy in our life
If you are a selfish one
Make sure, you never get
A pure love,
Nobody likes you very much
Sometimes they use you as media
To fulfill their needs...
So ready to loose something
If you really want to love…
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
i think so...what do you think...?
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fjamesj9701

Vampire

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To cause someone such a pain was not enough
Than to choke the void with shame would conquer love
To give someone this emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies and wrap it up with promises

So reach inside I just dont care
You wont find anything in there
Just a broken heart made of clay
And arteries filled with a bitter taste
I just thought I could be your friend
But your fangs were sharp in the end
What I see in your eyes is a liar
The beautiful death of my vampire

Turn on the TV to turn the silence down
Because the voices from inside they echo loud
Feeling dragged until the finger nails are all torn out
As the taste of my dying pleasure drips from your mouth

So rip my heart out through my spine
I'm sure it won't hurt as bad this time
You see Im not made from paper mache
I will not easily tear and just blow away
So you won't crumble me up again
And throw me away with the wind
My bitterness has cut a frown into your smile
The beautiful death of my vampire
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Somewhat a big fan of the horror flicks, especially the old black and whites to the late 60's and 70's. There is certain element of creepy in a classic films that most of the new ones today lack and fail to capture---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----
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fjamesj9701

Empire

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Somehow one day I will figure this out
Why everything I have worked for has fallen down
Walls that I built they will crumble down
In this world I wear the crown.

..Waiting in my darkest hours
Elevate my mind beyond the highest tower
Watching my world razed before my eyes
An Empire built on trust and lies...

I Close my eyes and I pray this soon will be over
Dreaming of life without such fruitless colors
Why in the end must it always feel so much colder
Lord of my life will You please start this over
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Posted: Aug 2011
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madtat29

I guess Im done

I guess I'm done,
There's nothing left for me here,
You had your fun,
I guess I'm done,
You played the fool,
Used me like fuel,
That wasn't cool,
Baby you broke the rules,
When I needed you most,
You were a ghost,
I just want you to know,
That's when I let you go,
I guess I'm done,
There's nothing left for me here,
Yeah you had your fun,
I guess I'm done,
Now its the end,
Now we're just friends,
My heart is broken and I'm
hurting again...
I guess I'm done,
I guess I'm done...
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
Little song...
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mcradloff

50 Ways to Pick Your Pocket

I know you saved up all year long
You wanted your kids to sing a song
about the vacation to Disney World
There must be 50 ways to pick your pocket
There must be 50 ways to pick your pocket
Just ride on the tram Sam
Buy a mug Doug
Buy your kid a doll Paul
Just listen to me
Eat a Mickey Mouse icecream Jean
You don't need to discuss cost
Just get a fast pass for that ride Clyde
And set yourself free
I know you feel abused by Mickey
If you want real abuse ask the workers
Who run Disney World
Or the Haitians who make all the Disney merchandise
There must be 50 ways to pick your pocket
There must be 50 ways to pick your pocket
Just pick up the bill Bill
Buy some Mickey clubs Bub
Stay in the hotel Del
Just listen to me
Buy a toy Roy
Eat a snack Mack
Ride a new thrill Jill
and set yourself free
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
I went to Disney World in 2004, 1100 lighter in my billfold. I just wish I had went when I was eight.
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CailinCallaghan

As Constant as The Sun

Some people come into our lives
their soul effect is that they help us to realize
how transient so many things can be.
But, Darlin' that's not true of you and me.

Sometimes I look into your eyes
and marvel at the crossroads in our lives.
What makes a fool upon up their eyes to see
what matters most is love and the will to be?

For people come and they will go~
Like shooting stars and you'll never know
why they're leavin' or
what made them come.
But you touch my soul
as constant as the sun.

Master Time can make or break so many things
and the shifting sands of fate might take you away from me.
But as the dove has one true love until she dies,
I'll always love you, Honey,
no matter where you fly.

Oh pain has been no stranger to you to me,
and if change and pain mean growth then let them be.
So let us fight and strain while we share what life may bring~
As long as you love me, Honey, it can't bother me.

For times will come and they will go
like shooting stars~leavin' only after glow.
But from the very beginning I've known you were The One.
Oh you touch my soul
as constant as the sun.

Callaghan Grant 1984
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Posted: May 2013
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