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Not a poem
Love makes you blind
takes reeson and control
It blows up your mind
Problem is to walk through life not seeing
Is not feeling not being there
To really see the loved being
To give it all and expect nothing back
let her control your heart and mind
That can make her feel there is a love lack
Love feeling trusting and sharing
It all can dissapier in a cloud of blindness
That can all evolve into not caring
This is why I am here to find you
This is why you are here to find me
I hope this aabove for us will not be true
takes reeson and control
It blows up your mind
Problem is to walk through life not seeing
Is not feeling not being there
To really see the loved being
To give it all and expect nothing back
let her control your heart and mind
That can make her feel there is a love lack
Love feeling trusting and sharing
It all can dissapier in a cloud of blindness
That can all evolve into not caring
This is why I am here to find you
This is why you are here to find me
I hope this aabove for us will not be true
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Posted: Jan 2016
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i see you and you see me
Trawling through the many faces,
From here there and far out places,
You could have a lot to say,
Or just where'd you like to go on our date someday?
I see you and you see me,
So don't be shy and send a message or three.
??
From here there and far out places,
You could have a lot to say,
Or just where'd you like to go on our date someday?
I see you and you see me,
So don't be shy and send a message or three.
??
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Posted: Sep 2015
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(like it's) Never Happened Before
Where'd I put the barricades, that surrounded my heart?
They were here until I met her, I remember that part.
Scrambling now to learn the dance, let alone score.
So foreign. It's not like it's happened before.
pour some fuel on this fire
your heat I adore
it's not like this has
ever, ever happened before
Eighty-six thousand seconds in any given day.
If I could sqeeze another million in, on my knees I'd pray.
Thanks to the lights that guided her, to my door.
That was a first. Not like it's happened before.
pour some fuel on this fire
your heat I adore
it's not like this has
ever, ever happened before
Bridge
Walking 'round in circles. Talking all day to myself.
If she's not in my arms. So lost. Need a lotta help.
Pick the phone up darlin'. Lemme tell you what's in store.
Our love tonight is gonna be like it's never happened before.
pour some fuel on this fire
your heat I adore
it's not like this has
ever, ever happened before
pour your fuel on this fire
you're so hot. it's hardcore.
Our love tonight is gonna be like
it's never happened before.
© - 18/8/12
They were here until I met her, I remember that part.
Scrambling now to learn the dance, let alone score.
So foreign. It's not like it's happened before.
pour some fuel on this fire
your heat I adore
it's not like this has
ever, ever happened before
Eighty-six thousand seconds in any given day.
If I could sqeeze another million in, on my knees I'd pray.
Thanks to the lights that guided her, to my door.
That was a first. Not like it's happened before.
pour some fuel on this fire
your heat I adore
it's not like this has
ever, ever happened before
Bridge
Walking 'round in circles. Talking all day to myself.
If she's not in my arms. So lost. Need a lotta help.
Pick the phone up darlin'. Lemme tell you what's in store.
Our love tonight is gonna be like it's never happened before.
pour some fuel on this fire
your heat I adore
it's not like this has
ever, ever happened before
pour your fuel on this fire
you're so hot. it's hardcore.
Our love tonight is gonna be like
it's never happened before.
© - 18/8/12
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Posted: Nov 2014
Post CommentReading as a Child
Reading as a Child
Where can I find quiet?
My thoughts scatter at sounds
knocking, knock-knocking.
Inside the panelled cave dwells parents’ silent attire.
I enter and turn, facing out.
Calm cottons, serene silks, peaceful polyesters
drape behind me like ghosts from the past.
I roll the hollow door shut, pressing in the peace.
As I lower myself to sit,
I fall through layers of shoe funk
hovering two feet thick.
Unfortunately, the quiet awakens Tinnitus,
who is usually hidden laced within the racket.
Finally secure, I concentrate my quilted mind under a dim bulb
and over words barely reflecting into peepholes.
Comprehension is vital
dad wears out his tongue,
as Mom sits hooked,
weaving twisted worries
that I pattern.
Where can I find quiet?
My thoughts scatter at sounds
knocking, knock-knocking.
Inside the panelled cave dwells parents’ silent attire.
I enter and turn, facing out.
Calm cottons, serene silks, peaceful polyesters
drape behind me like ghosts from the past.
I roll the hollow door shut, pressing in the peace.
As I lower myself to sit,
I fall through layers of shoe funk
hovering two feet thick.
Unfortunately, the quiet awakens Tinnitus,
who is usually hidden laced within the racket.
Finally secure, I concentrate my quilted mind under a dim bulb
and over words barely reflecting into peepholes.
Comprehension is vital
dad wears out his tongue,
as Mom sits hooked,
weaving twisted worries
that I pattern.
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.”- C.G. Jung
lost in love
I love want love hopeful love need love dare to love . I am in dark room closed door window shut still there a chill there a little light shine yet can't see is it love where is love following the sound of a beating heart can u see it love am lost in feel for you am lost in love.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
HAVE BEEN IN LOVE IN MY LIFE THREE TIME YET LOVE HAS NOT LOVED ME SO AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR IT
A Scene through a Window
How can I write the beauty
Of Nature? It is really scanty
In my mind; supplies nothing.
How the ideas will be soothing?
In the horizon the earth
Kisses the sky that gives me mirth.
The cornfields and the buildings nearby
Bring forth a question who makes these for why?
To cross the ground shrubbery and the road with vehicles
Is to pass through a land of dreams and miracles.
Of Nature? It is really scanty
In my mind; supplies nothing.
How the ideas will be soothing?
In the horizon the earth
Kisses the sky that gives me mirth.
The cornfields and the buildings nearby
Bring forth a question who makes these for why?
To cross the ground shrubbery and the road with vehicles
Is to pass through a land of dreams and miracles.
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post Comment"Express Yourself!"
Where strangers become friends
that's a place I prefer to be,
Where expressions of inner thought
are shared by artistic poetry.
An attempt to show one's anger
due to circumstances beyond control,
An effort to portray one's affection
for a person they hardly know.
A desire to reveal one's turmoil
by painful and sorrowed lines,
Offered answers for a world's dilemma
of restless and worrisome times.
An effort to shed light on reason
where logic seems senselessly void,
Attempts to place smiles on faces
cause some to get rather annoyed.
The topics for poetry are endless
the writers are just as diverse,
To abandon our efforts of expression
through poetry would be a curse!
that's a place I prefer to be,
Where expressions of inner thought
are shared by artistic poetry.
An attempt to show one's anger
due to circumstances beyond control,
An effort to portray one's affection
for a person they hardly know.
A desire to reveal one's turmoil
by painful and sorrowed lines,
Offered answers for a world's dilemma
of restless and worrisome times.
An effort to shed light on reason
where logic seems senselessly void,
Attempts to place smiles on faces
cause some to get rather annoyed.
The topics for poetry are endless
the writers are just as diverse,
To abandon our efforts of expression
through poetry would be a curse!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Just an appreciation for the continued plethora of flavor, color and design through written artistry!! I appreciate you all - new and old alike!Be not what you say I am....
Cold, alone, and confused-what is it I should do?
Money comes, money is closed;
Spinning around until I feel the ground,
where is it that you want me to go?
where is it I SHOULD STAY? How can I make your disease go away?
Mind blowing, I can't stop thinking that I know what your medication claims it will take care of,
what pain, what suffering, how much can i listen to the fake of unknowing what really lies in that mind of yours?? besides that, why should I profess my resurrection, my undestruction of this situation!
I feel not for you, I care not for it, I don't care where it goes from here.....as you lie dying in death and despair from your deceit; those lies, they ate you----dead.
Kaolla
Money comes, money is closed;
Spinning around until I feel the ground,
where is it that you want me to go?
where is it I SHOULD STAY? How can I make your disease go away?
Mind blowing, I can't stop thinking that I know what your medication claims it will take care of,
what pain, what suffering, how much can i listen to the fake of unknowing what really lies in that mind of yours?? besides that, why should I profess my resurrection, my undestruction of this situation!
I feel not for you, I care not for it, I don't care where it goes from here.....as you lie dying in death and despair from your deceit; those lies, they ate you----dead.
Kaolla
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
it's a personal situation of domestic abuse and chemical abuse; someone I once knew, to that someone that is they way they are now."Outcry"
Why did you do this, I asked tonight
Why’d you give me a lonely life?
More years than not I’ve spent alone
There’s no one here to make a home.
I have thoughts I’d like to share
But when I do, there’s no one there.
My own voice I hear the most
And those closest to me are all ghosts
I know you’re God and know what’s best
But I have doubts, I must confess
As to why you say man shouldn’t be
All alone, but you make me
Don’t you get tired of hearing me
Talk to you incessantly?
I don’t mind, but it’d be nice
If you’d talk back just once or twice!
Copyright ©2010-2012
Why’d you give me a lonely life?
More years than not I’ve spent alone
There’s no one here to make a home.
I have thoughts I’d like to share
But when I do, there’s no one there.
My own voice I hear the most
And those closest to me are all ghosts
I know you’re God and know what’s best
But I have doubts, I must confess
As to why you say man shouldn’t be
All alone, but you make me
Don’t you get tired of hearing me
Talk to you incessantly?
I don’t mind, but it’d be nice
If you’d talk back just once or twice!
Copyright ©2010-2012
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Sitting alone one night...wondering why God has asked me to live a solitary life.FOUR LITTLE LETTERS
If four little letters placed next to each other
could effectually change our perspective on things,
those same little letters beside one another
that unite husbands and wives with symbolic rings,
What else could be done with such power so Divine
from four little letters positioned in a row
where people are changed by intended design
by the mystical 'word' these four letters bestow?
Could PEACE be the end of all strife amongst men?
Could HOPE be the reward of all who discover?
Could FAITH quench the turmoil of doubt within?
Could SELFLESSNESS develop between one another?
The mysterious power of these four letters in a row
making a simple word that's exalted above all others,
with life changing effects upon all who might know
it's Divine ability of converting strangers to brothers.
These four little letters when placed side by side
will reveal this powerful word I've written of
these four little letters in all hearts should abide
So that toward ALL we respond in nothing but L.O.V.E.
could effectually change our perspective on things,
those same little letters beside one another
that unite husbands and wives with symbolic rings,
What else could be done with such power so Divine
from four little letters positioned in a row
where people are changed by intended design
by the mystical 'word' these four letters bestow?
Could PEACE be the end of all strife amongst men?
Could HOPE be the reward of all who discover?
Could FAITH quench the turmoil of doubt within?
Could SELFLESSNESS develop between one another?
The mysterious power of these four letters in a row
making a simple word that's exalted above all others,
with life changing effects upon all who might know
it's Divine ability of converting strangers to brothers.
These four little letters when placed side by side
will reveal this powerful word I've written of
these four little letters in all hearts should abide
So that toward ALL we respond in nothing but L.O.V.E.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
One of my Pen-Pals asked me to consider writing and submitting a Valentines Day poem for the poetry forum, so in honor of "Jib" I have done just that. Being as I have no 'Valentine' of my own, I've made my poem of more of a generality of LOVE for ALL to enjoy. It's early I know.... but HAPPY VALENTINES DAY to all of you wonderful poets of C.S. !!! q:-)Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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