Author: Unknown
Today I saw the moon and stars
And I remembered you my love
I hope you know I love you still
It's you I'm always thinking of.
I think about you day and night
When I'm awake or when I sleep
And when I start to think of you
my heart will start to weep.
I only wish to see your face
to hold your hand and look at you
And hope you'll try to understand
my love for you is very true.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this to my girlfriend who left to Russia with her family.
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Author: Unknown
PYSICALLY AGED BUT SPIRITUALLY YOUTHFUL
He stared at me with his cloudy and aged eyes
Aged but oh so very wise
My girlfriend of fifteen years introduced he and I
As the figure of an intelligent man drew nigh
So he would join us for some wine and just a bit of cheese
And said “go ahead and call me “Shooter” if you please
They named me that because I wouldn’t pick up a gun
And hope I taught the very same principle to my son
Pick up the rifle, that shotgun or a sword
And I pray the words I say to my son won’t be ignored
Once you pick up that weapon of war my boy
You join the spirit of Gettysburg, Korea and Hanoi
So “Shooter” went on about what his son had done
Did he ever disrespect you and pick up a gun?
“Shooter” related all the hopes which fate would never yield
And then he whispered, “yes, he picked up a gun and died for oil and land on a foreign battlefield”
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
i was listening to some JAZZ, E....VEN THOUGH MY FRIENDS DON'T DIG IT
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Author: Unknown
There have been songs, poems and discussions ad infinitum on this subject, here’s my attempt at being whatever the rest of you are and I ain’t
ELECTRIC PAINS
They told me this would happen
But surely not to me
They said there are certain things life cannot abide
And one of those facts doesn’t come for free
We would go places and they would all remark
As I thanked God for what they were looking at
But no matter how I prayed, beseeched and I begged
Right beside me on a chair is where my future sat
Everything was the best, everything was great
Everything was everything I ever wanted all in one
One very little package but prized more than gold
And I remember when I could still use the word “fun”
Now when I say the word “fun it seems strange and aloof
And I suppose it’s the same thing with the word “joy”
It’s difficult to talk in terms of things you miss so
Like little Frannie in fourth grade and my favorite toy
I tried to avoid accepting what every one else expected
I tried to turn a “cannot” into a “can be” for me
Then one night as I went to turn off the light
Even though it was dark I still could easily see
It was something I tried to ward off for so many years
But with surety in reality there are things a mere mortal can’t delay
Suddenly electric trains and baseball cards became things of the past
Because they can’t stay little forever and my baby leaves for college today
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Posted: Aug 2011
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i told her to tint those windows!
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Author: Unknown
J.D.S.
I am a reckless recluse
But I have an excuse
Society is un-sanctimonious
When I only want to hear the harmonious
I am hiding away
Awaiting a day
When people pledge peace
And nationalism will finally cease
I won’t let people find me
Not even if they’re behind me
Because I’d rather live alone
Than to live in a world I bemoan
Don’t look or search for me anywhere
Please beg do I not ever to dare
From your society I care to be exempt
Because I am a recluses content with contempt
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Posted: Oct 2011
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this is a poem
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And if I should awake some day to find
My dreams spread out like sheets of poetry
Discarded, unread; workings of a mind
That leaped and fell at every boundary
Then what can I say but at least I tried
To keep my aim upon the truer course
And if at times I wandered to the side
I'll not add lie on lie with sham remorse
For after midnight hours with Holy Books
And a century of yogic disciplines
I'll still fall to me knees when some girl looks
And drink the night away with dearest friends
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Author: Unknown
DOPE DIDN’T KILL ME BUT BEING A DOPE WAS DOPEY
I smoked cheap cigars and played old guitars~
I even drove thirty-five year old cars~
I had reminders of dope dealing from all of my scars~
But my proclivity, I proclaimed, was for drinking at seedy bars~
The seedier the better it was for me in there
Because then I was in my element with nothing to fear
Walk down the street being me and you were taking a chance
I was shot at, choked, bludgeoned but no one ever used a lance
Old enemies never forgot, they simply waited by and by
Some hoped I had died and the others just prayed that I’d die
These people used to stand in neighborhoods they believed I would frequent
But s**t, I’ve been escaping enemies since I was a juvenile delinquent
I owed so many people money that it’s hard to recall
I just knew I must have owed something to all
Due to dollars…..dope…… dirty deals and the like
The only one wasn’t searching for me was busy with his finger in a dike
So I was diligent in my efforts to evade debts unpaid
The only thing I didn’t need a loan for was to get laid
Then one day I ran into Big Billy and Dangerous Dave
And I know how close I came to writing this missive from my grave
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Posted: Jul 2011
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THIS IS THE REASON I CANNOT RETURN TO MY BELOVED NEW YORK CITY
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Author: Unknown
On a winters night, stars are cold and bright in the sky.
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep.
From a distant wood drifts the echo of the beast.
The old man stirs and wakens in the night.
He stood before the window gazing at the grave;
Forgotten dreams of passion through his weary mind.
And though his life is empty,
He pretends that she's still there.
With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by,
With memories his one and only joy.
And he would gladly give all he had to bring the life,
To raise the one who lies beneath the snow.
He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past.
The faces of their youth still glowing with our love.
But the pictures faded...
And time has stolen you away.
With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips;
He felt another presence in the room.
He was filled with fear, but filled with joy. He arose.
And turned to face the image that he knew.
She stood before him and her hand reached out for his.
Peaceful light shone in her eyes.
She said "I've come to soothe you'
And that soon we will be as one".
She began to fade, and her image disappeared,
And he was left alone to face another night.
But never in his life had he been so held in awe;
As he faced the apparition of his wife.
He stood before the window gazing at the grave.
And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn.
He knew that she was waiting,
And that someday they'd be as one...
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
this was a difficult write. It brought out quite a diversity of feelings; grief, hopelessness apprehensiveness, excitement, and hope. I love the dramatic properties it possesses. I love sad stories with happy endings. Death is not something to be feared.
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cold ice dancer
raspberry ripped
clean clean glass
muscle stripped
no passion spared
whirling storm
he held her high
strength and form
carving crystals
blade and steel
spotlight night
a show for real
judges gasp
audience hail
pinnacle display
they could not fail
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Posted: Apr 2022
About this poem:
Really enjoyed the ice dancing in Beijing, and those guys are strong holding up partners with one hand, even if they weigh only 50 kg its amazing to see. I'd struggle with 10kg over my head!!
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Paris pink
home by Africa
holy communion
east by east
Hula hula
brass retorts
dark glass anxious
figured in spades
Nazi hilltop
morning jaunt
panzer division
siren coast
Old hackneyed lines
jack-knifed Jim
signal jam
ovarian
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Posted: Jan 2023
About this poem:
A montage of random lines, hope you like the effect even if the meaning is questionable!
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Author: Unknown
ILLICIT ILLNESS
I was considering the subject of sorrow, sadness and tears
And how depression has such strength to last for so many years
Then I realized how happiness turns to hurt and pain
And how my tomorrows really have nothing to gain
And so I pick up my syringe filled with illicit calm
then try to find a vein in a track laden arm
Just another puncture as a sign of how badly I feel
And the belief that the wounds she caused may never heal
Dope can be a balm to calm the strength of stagnation
And erase the visions of repeated information
Intrepid information that reminds me of someone I once knew
And the portrait of pain her painting drew
No more laughter only she brought about
Because hurt can carry such caustic clout
It’s for that reason and that reason alone
That after so many years my sorrow seems only to have grown
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Posted: Oct 2011
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IT IS A POEM
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