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My definition of love... by Torran Compala ........... My definition of love... is different from the book my definition of love is more than just a look love is more than a word more than a song, more than a note love is more than a poem more than anything i've wrote love is reaching out to touch someone to be sure that they're there love is leaning in to kiss someone to remind them that you care love is looking her in the eyes and whispering in her ears love is cuddling when she cries and catching all her tears love is the warmth shared between hugs when everything else is cold love is knowing they'll still be there when everything else is old love is hearts beating faster and faster while everything else is slowed down love is singing sweet songs to her even if hundreds are around love is driving through the rain to help someone through tough times love is me wishing that you'll love me too wishing you'd be mine love isn't just holding hands love is holding hearts love isn't where it ends.... love is where it starts. |
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| ..][ أُنـثى مُستـح ــيلَة ][.. | this is my best poem ,, it was writting by william shakespare Shall I compare thee to a summer's day Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summer's lease hath all too short a date Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed ;1 And every fair from fair sometimes declines By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;1 Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade when in eternal lines to time thou growest.1 So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,1 So long lives this. and this gives life to thee , , fasel : nice topic ,, thanks $222 |
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| ... V I P... | It is a poem about hope and vision of a future where people are judged. My Dream by Todd-Michael St. Pierre .......... Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowds Just beneath marshmallow clouds Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon- to- be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise Climbers climb, it's time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow Where the ocean meets the sky Where mermaid dance and seagulls fly A place in DREAMS I know so well The sea inside a single ****l Far across the living sea A pale blue possibility Beyond the castles made of sand Tomorrow in a small child's hand Only DREAMERS need apply Where the ocean meets the sky Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow Where the forests reach the sky Men are equal and doves still fly No thorns of war, a perfect rose This is where the green grass grows Out beyond the crystal stream Like Dr. King I have a DREAM Imagine such a goal in sight For red and yellow, black and white Whisper now, let the DREAM begin It's time to trust the truth within This is where we seek and find A gift in being colorblind Dream on Dreamers, hopes are high Where the forests reach the sky Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow Now, listen close, the future calls "Build your bridges and tear down walls! " For time has taught and so it seems Realities are born of DREAMS ur welcome Enaag |
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| ... V I P... | *** Where the Sidewalk Ends by **** Silverstein ..... There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. |
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| ... V I P... | Dance Of Terror by Justbleu ......... Window panes come crashing down Amidst the tears and pain Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away Up above through twilight Shadows cast across the floor Reflections of the past Trembling thoughts of one Dwelling deep within the soul A mystical sense of reality Captured by the craze All in bewilderment Of the shock in the wave Creatures of the dimness Chattering amongst the green Everything slows in stillness What is this we see? |
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| ... V I P... | .................. In eagerness to see you I heard love speak true Saying be paitient here Another day is yet near |
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| ... V I P... | ....................................... Eyes that are crystal clear, one thinks he could see forever. But within you lies uncertainty and confusion, like boulders in a raging river. The swift current, the choppy waters, this makes for a rough and tumble ride. Be brave, be true to yourself, with me there is nothing to hide. Conquer the rapids, guide this craft, don't sail this adventure short. At journey's end, where the water calms, could lie a safe and wondrous port. So, it's through great canyons, on to the ocean, let us greet the unknown. Paddle fast, my love, get to my heart, for it is there you might find your own. |
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| ... V I P... | ............. Have you ever attempt suicide last night my soul has dead so hard i tried to make things alright i was so tired of your painful lies i loved you so much so i couldn't stay i didn't wanted to see you with some else leaving you came to me just like a dark cloud above my hopes i thought it will end as soon as you go through out the door my mind used to tell me to be strong but my heart has been so fragile to walk away your face still hunting me in my dreams you were the one and always you will stay wish i could change the things We've done goodbye is the word but i cant be the one who's going to say Have a good day ........... !! |
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| ... V I P... | .......... All paths lead to here They never lead away Stuck at the end of a road that crumbles While memories fade to grey In the darkness nothing moves There is no air to fill our lungs Everything is blank and still We bake under the absent sun The saints sin themselves As sinners roll the dice The pictures in your head your only solace In a never ending night Our hearts beat for the last time Now in the air there is no sound The past is your present forever You lie motionless on the ground This is our eternity Never awaking, never asleep Angels fight saints for riches Whilst sinners play for keeps |
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| ... V I P... | .......... My heart bleeds through my pen. It hurts not to be let in. Patience tends to wear thin. So I Count back from ten You remind me I'm just a friend. Yet I've been there and back again. Yes I would stay until the end. So I Count back from ten. I see your lost thoughts within. How do I help, were do I begin. I'm waiting so that you can amend. So I count back from ten. |
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| FuNnNnNnNny poem |
| dreams (nice poem) |
| Small poem “to suffer” |