is it time to love
or is it time to hate
where is the love gone
has it gone dead
has it vanished in a instint
or has it just gone into hideing
only god knows how it all started
seems hate is easier than love
isnt it all time to unite
rather than fight or
is it just the time to fight
love has gone rare hate has grown
only time will tell were its going
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Posted: Dec 2009
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standing on top
makes me feel real high
looking down from the sky
were lack of life seems to be
were the air is thin
and hard to breathe
places like these
seem alien to me
a place so strange to me
not a animal in sight
nor a bird in flight
lonesome it is
on top of the rocky mountains
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Posted: Dec 2009
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The meadow.
As I walk out of the valley.
I see a meadow, a meadow full of death.
What is in this meadow, but the smell Of the forgotten souls of victims. I see smoke, I see holes and I see barbed wire. And rotten flesh.
As I walked into the meadow I looked at the sky The sky was clear, it's a sunny day. The reinforcements arrive to clean the mess.That the government caused on this meadow.
As I walked away from the meadow I came back.Knowing more destruction will follow,Yet in later years it gloomed and now I see is a meadow full of life.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
wrote this a while back
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for those who travel far and wide
to see the wonders of the sea
to hear the gulls fly over the waves
to see the elegance of the beat of wings
waves come crashing apon the rocks
strong winds whip my face with the taste of salt
being able to walk by this spectatcule
puts meaning to my view of the wonders of the sea
its a view most ignore nor remember
its a view that will be there forever
a view i will always treasure
a view i call the wonders of the sea
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Posted: Dec 2009
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for those who travel far and wide
to see the wonders of the sea
to hear the gulls fly over the waves
to see the elegance of the beat of wings
waves come crashing apon the rocks
strong winds whip my face with the taste of salt
being able to walk by this spectatcule
puts meaning to my view of the wonders of the sea
its a view most ignore nor remember
its a view that will be there forever
a view i will always treasure
a view i call the wonders of the sea
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
i took this out of my memory down in co.clare around kilkee i hope when you have read this next time you come by the sea to stop and watch everything what goes on and take it all in
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is it easier to hate
than it is to love
seems people today
seem to hate so much
wheres the love gone
has it gone into hideing
has the love vanished
like the rocks under the ground
wouldnt life be so much easier
when we accept each other
rather than judge those
by looks or thoughts
is it easier to mask it all
under i veil by which masks us all
is it time we took it off
to show it all off
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
a poem which describes emotion
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