poems page
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why must fowers eventually wilt
once beautiful yet now towards the earthly tilt
why can't something last forever
to stay beautiful and never wither
why must the spring turn to winter
and bright sunlight and maple falter
why can't the good forever stay
no matter how i always pray -
sometimes, when the good lasts too long, we become unappreciative of it and want moreOriginally posted by starblue:why must fowers eventually wilt
once beautiful yet now towards the earthly tilt
why can't something last forever
to stay beautiful and never wither
why must the spring turn to winter
and bright sunlight and maple falter
why can't the good forever stay
no matter how i always pray
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sadness is beautiful. it is the prelude of every sweetness.
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by Mother Teresa, contributed by bear
People are often unreasonable,
illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,
People may accuse you
of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be Kind anyway.
If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and
some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank,
people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway
If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis.
it is between you and God;
It is never between you and them anyway -
please.. not by me.. it's on the wall of Mother Teresa's orphanage in Calcutta (or Kolkutta now)
certainly not by me..
but words to live by... -
He sits alone in thought,
hands chattering across the void
the screen flickers
his phone, snoozing and calm.
He pours his heart out
to a friend who rows
the same boat of woe
and they muse in misery.
He thinks back fondly
and merrily aye.
For the lad has not
stopped smiling since
his lass to be
nearly stomped on a bee.
He takes one last look
at the dark and silent phone
and crawls into bed.
His only glee,
a prayer for his magical lass to be.
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You really make me smile..I know you ain't here and don't surf this forum..but God keep you safe and give you sweet dreams always.. -
An Appointment With Eternity
Your eyes meet mine
In a place where
Language keeps a mistress
To bear false tongues
And paid witnesses.
you look beyond me
But there are parts of me
Even well-paid spies
Could not even swim
In decadence.
The captain smiles faraway
As he fondles the trigger
"A smoke?"
"Why not?"
I threw him a salute
And the seas of the Med
Engulf me.
I saw the ages
And Granny Smith
Fall like toys
Strewn in haste.
I meet you
In a grove.
Of olive husks and a rusty sky
And we embrace
With eyes aglow
In a purifying blindness -
Nice poems here
I will contribute some...but mine is kinda different...my poems are usually made up of short phrases put together randomly
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..... WIND .....
Who has seem the wind?
Neither I nor you
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.
Who has seem the wind?
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
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A careless zookeeper named Blake
Fell into a tropical lake
Said a fat alligator,
A few minutes later,
" That's nice but I still prefer steak."
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with fingers shivering in the cold
naught a strong calloused male hand to hold
she roams the streets barely even lit
too lonely to notice where the raindrops hit
store after store she passed, not withstanding
the insistent rain relentlessly peltering
the crowded shelters she does not covert
willing to wash tears down to the mud and the dirt
yet as sudden as the rain had began to fall
she noticed somehow the flow has been stalled
she looks up expecting to see heaven's new vendetta
only to see atop her a hexagonal green umbrella
startled she whipped herself around
nearly gave a cry when she realised what she's found
standing there frowning was the one whom she saw
at her void deck treating a kitten's injured paw
(to be continued ) -
kindly refrain from posting sht
where it's only for poets meet
but pray, grace us with your witty rhymes
now, or later, or anytime -
looking into each other's eyes in the rainOriginally posted by starblue:with fingers shivering in the cold
naught a strong calloused male hand to hold
she roams the streets barely even lit
too lonely to notice where the raindrops hit
store after store she passed, not withstanding
the insistent rain relentlessly peltering
the crowded shelters she does not covert
willing to wash tears down to the mud and the dirt
yet as sudden as the rain had began to fall
she noticed somehow the flow has been stalled
she looks up expecting to see heaven's new vendetta
only to see atop her a hexagonal green umbrella
startled she whipped herself around
nearly gave a cry when she realised what she's found
standing there frowning was the one whom she saw
at her void deck treating a kitten's injured paw
(to be continued )
breathing deeply, her whelming emotions to tame
she started to voice the question in her eyes
when he, with a blush, said a soft quiet "hi"
still too choked up to say anything
he did her a favour by continuing his speaking,
"it is raining all the more heavier,
do you want to go to that small shelter?"
he placed a palm on the small of her back
gently guiding her to the sheltered void deck
pressing into her hands his white handkerchief
and then after, began smoothing his wet sleeve
seeing her too dazed to notice she's drenched
something in his heart he felt painfully clenched
taking his hanky back he proceeded to, now,
wipe the raindrop running down her brow
(to be continued) -
..... The Poem of The Lily of the Valley Fairy .....
Gentle fairies, hush your singing
Can you hear my white bells ringing
Ringing as from far away?
Who can tell me what they say?
Little snowy bells out-springing
From the stem and softly ringing
Tell they of a country where
Everything is good and fair
Lovely lovely things for L
Lilac Lavender as well
And, more sweet than rhyming tells
Lily-of-the-Valleys bells. -
startled by the sudden warmth of his handOriginally posted by starblue:looking into each other's eyes in the rain
breathing deeply, her whelming emotions to tame
she started to voice the question in her eyes
when he, with a blush, said a soft quiet "hi"
still too choked up to say anything
he did her a favour by continuing his speaking,
"it is raining all the more heavier,
do you want to go to that small shelter?"
he placed a palm on the small of her back
gently guiding her to the sheltered void deck
pressing into her hands his white handkerchief
and then after, began smoothing his wet sleeve
seeing her too dazed to notice she's drenched
something in his heart he felt painfully clenched
taking his hanky back he proceeded to, now,
wipe the raindrop running down her brow
(to be continued)
her senses came back to where she now stand
looking intently at the man before her
why she let him touch her, she isnt clear
still not speaking a word, the two silently stood
she trying not to cry as far as she could
he frowned in contemplation wanting to decide
whether he should hold the girl standing beside
slightly shaking from the cold were her shoulders
he stopped resisting and held her closer
feeling his heart rench when he felt a sob
wishing he could make her crying stop
she felt his arms tighten around her being
listening to his heart's strong thumping
she buried her face in the curve of his neck
inhaling his smell, feeling her calm come back
(to be continued)
(tell me how this series of poems are. and let me know how u want it the continue. ) -
pretty niceOriginally posted by starblue:(tell me how this series of poems are. and let me know how u want it the continue. )
continue it the way you want to -
Smoking fresh and precious pot,
the chair looks like an idiot.
When the door said it feels sorry,
just then I really started to worry.
So I asked the roasted meat,
if I should smoke some more weed.
Selfish meat asked for a joint,
and I said Shut up, there's no point!
The smoke has filled whole house,
oh I wish I was a mouse.
Grandpa's tootbrush ran out to cry,
ok, now I know I'm enough high.
And the moral of the story? Dear toothbrush, I am really sorry! -
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
- Ginevra Molly Weasley -
4/10Originally posted by thinkdifferent:Smoking fresh and precious pot,
the chair looks like an idiot.
When the door said it feels sorry,
just then I really started to worry.
So I asked the roasted meat,
if I should smoke some more weed.
Selfish meat asked for a joint,
and I said Shut up, there's no point!
The smoke has filled whole house,
oh I wish I was a mouse.
Grandpa's tootbrush ran out to cry,
ok, now I know I'm enough high.
And the moral of the story? Dear toothbrush, I am really sorry! -
PlaygiarisedOriginally posted by iveco:His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
- Ginevra Molly Weasley
Fail -
Thank you, thank you!Originally posted by Nurofen:4/10 -
Have you ever wondered
what it meant to be
just...feet apart?
But you're just mute.
The words struggle.
Maybe they were
inside me.
But I guess,
you might never know. -
i think i thought a thinkable thought today
it had me thinking all through this thinkaful day
this thought i was thinking soon drew unthinkable
as i think of how unthinkable it became -
Pious Selinda goes to prayers,
If I but ask the favour,
And yet the tender fool's in tears,
When she believes I'll leave her
Would I were free from this restraint
Or else had hopes to win her,
Would she could make of me a saint,
Or I of her a sinner.
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i wrote this to my gf and she was really touched..
The sun rises above the hillcrest,
As does the joy of my heart;
Rays of warmth and love,
From her I will never depart.
Fresh dew upon the grass,
Young birds chirp in their nests;
I watch her gently sleep,
My love to her I silently profess.
I enjoy the stillness and calm,
Watching as she smiles and dreams;
She brings me to stillness and peace,
Like that of a slow flowing stream.
My heart and soul flow with love,
And I smile as I quietly reflect;
I've been handed a sweet princess,
A sweet princess to love and to protect.
A vow to myself I make,
As she quietly sleeps away;
To love and always cherish her,
Until my last breath... until my last day.