tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12446128483011389782024-03-09T01:45:33.655+03:00Cute Love Quotes - valentine day poems- Love Poems For A GirlBirthday Love Poems, Funny Love Poems, Lost Love Poems
Teen Love Poems, True Love Poems, Wedding Love Poems, famous love poems, Greatest Love PoemsSuLTaNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16576153888655389574noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-21020397401299389612014-04-23T22:38:00.000+03:002014-04-23T22:38:06.197+03:00Deep As The Rose Is RedI'll give you my heart; I'll open it up,<br />
Will you listen to its small still voice?<br />
For soft and quiet my heart will speak<br />
To the one I'll call my wife.<br />
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Did you hear it dear? Did you listen well?<br />
Do you understand what it said?<br />
For deep is the love that it speaks to you,<br />
Deep as the rose is red.<br />
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So, take my heart and treat it well<br />
And forever in this life,<br />
Come walk with me, your hand in mine,<br />
The one I'll call my wife.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-81738375639430202932013-03-30T21:06:00.000+02:002013-03-30T21:06:00.018+02:00Cry Of The River<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"></span><br />
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There in the trigger
Of Africa's gun,
Lies a giant river
Rich in culture and wealth.
There's a loud cry
From that river
For an answer
Why she ceased to flow
There's a loud cry
From that river
Why she is
Now filled with tears.
There's a cry
From the fishes,
That has nothing
Nothing else to eat.
There's a cry
From the river
Drenched in her own
Fishes blood.
There's a loud cry
From the river
That has no where to flow
And her pride lost long ago.
There's a cry
From mother fish
That just lost
Another fry.
There's a cry
From the river
That has been abused
And caged.
There's a cry
From Nigeria
For a reason
How she became this.
There's a cry
From the people
Whose pride
Are battered and shatterd.
There's a cry
From the river
Asking how
The rain never falls again.
There's a cry
From an old mother
Who has just
Lost her last child.
There's a cry
From this poet
For a reason
Only heaven knows.
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Toheeb Tiamiyu</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-41020892551177049822013-03-21T21:05:00.000+02:002013-03-21T21:05:00.464+02:00Knew ways to know one another<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"></span><br />
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When we die it is over, but the soul's life of life goes on for an
infinite existence, still most of us return to be born right here on
earth or in some worlds in some other universes that are very similar.
Most will continue their destructive abusive patterns. For what, for
more way for the races to abuse one another, yes to know one another and
love one another. New ways to abuse each other, yes and knew ways to
care for one another, as well as to appreciate one another.
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Michael Kavuoti</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-11969589178749053172013-03-10T21:04:00.000+02:002013-03-10T21:04:00.706+02:00From Galaxy To Galaxy<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"></span><br />
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FROM GALAXY TO GALAXY<br /><br />From Galaxy to Galaxy <br />We will never go- <br />However we dream of distant stars<br />They'll never be our home.
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Shalom Freedman</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-52987120131831556232013-02-28T21:04:00.000+02:002013-02-28T21:04:00.394+02:00Red ten<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"></span><br />
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Crimson, pillar box, fire station<br />Breathe deep, keep counting, Seven<br />Terracotta, flame<br />Five, exhale, Four<br />Sunset, sunrise, buttermilk<br />Two<br />Marigold<br />One...<br />Burnt Umber<br />Keep breathing...
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Anna Watson</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-39259851487388413342013-02-16T21:03:00.000+02:002013-02-16T21:03:00.471+02:00An Ode to Belle<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"></span><br />
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This is Belle's story<br />An ode to Cab Sav<br />Tick, tock, tick, tock...ad infinitum<br />O woe is me<br />Crash, bang, wallop<br />Where are the drugs? <br />Six empty bottles<br />Black hole...
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Anna Watson</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-36264985611374621192013-02-05T21:02:00.000+02:002013-02-05T21:02:00.404+02:00Sunday Dinner<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"></span><br />
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The heart<br />The soul<br />The beat<br />The moan<br />The depth<br />The groan<br />Shout<br />Scream<br />Cry<br />Wean<br />A word<br />A cry<br />A hug<br />Serene
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Anna Watson</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-51838962959926579922013-01-26T21:02:00.002+02:002013-01-26T21:02:29.397+02:00Carol<span itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/CreativeWork"></span><br />
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I'm not a nasty man, <br />I'd never hit a girl! <br />I'd never snitch on anyone, <br />nor dirty wash unfurl! <br /><br />But Carol seems to change all that, <br />I often pull her hair, <br />I shout at her quite loud at times, <br />but Carol doesn't care.<br /><br />I kick her out of bed at night, <br />And slap her bottom good, <br />Whenever she doesn't do what's right, <br />and I know she really should.<br /><br />I tell myself the day will come, <br />When she'll jump at my command, <br />And I won't have to punish her, <br />and make her kiss my hand.<br /><br />But in the meantime try I will, <br />Her bruises will all mend, <br />'Cause after all, it is often said, <br />'A dog is a man's best friend! '
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Stan Cavanaugh</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-54953807538651328312012-10-31T17:57:00.000+02:002012-10-31T17:57:00.254+02:00Love Is ...<strong>Love Is ...</strong><br /><br />
Love is the greatest feeling,<br />
Love is like a play,<br />
Love is what I feel for you,<br />
Each and every day,<br />
Love is like a smile,<br />
Love is like a song,<br />
Love is a great emotion,<br />
That keeps us going strong,<br />
I love you with my heart,<br />
My body and my soul,<br />
I love the way I keep loving,<br />
Like a love I can't control,<br />
So remember when your eyes meet mine,<br />
I love you with all my heart,<br />
And I have poured my entire soul into you,<br />
Right from the very start.<br /><br />
- Meghan -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-20809342401548408432012-10-25T17:56:00.000+03:002012-10-25T17:56:00.715+03:00Never Have I Fallen<strong>Never Have I Fallen</strong><br /><br />
Your lips speak soft sweetness<br />
Your touch a cool caress<br />
I am lost in your magic<br />
My heart beats within your chest<br /><br />
I think of you each morning<br />
And dream of you each night<br />
I think of your arms being around me<br />
And cannot express my delight<br /><br />
Never have I fallen<br />
But I am quickly on my way<br />
You hold a heart in your hands<br />
That has never before been given away<br /><br />
- Rex A. Williams -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-54230325234139523472012-10-18T17:56:00.000+03:002012-10-18T17:56:00.518+03:00Cherished Friends<strong>Cherished Friends</strong><br /><br />
God must have known there would be times<br />
We'd need a word of cheer,<br />
Someone to praise a triumph<br />
Or brush away a tear.<br /><br />
He must have known we'd need to share<br />
The joy of "little things"<br />
In order to appreciate<br />
The happiness life brings.<br /><br />
I think He knew our troubled hearts<br />
Would sometimes throb with pain,<br />
At trials and misfortunes,<br />
Or goals we can't attain.<br /><br />
He knew we'd need the comfort<br />
Of an understanding heart<br />
To give us strength and courage<br />
To make a fresh, new start.<br /><br />
He knew we'd need companionship,<br />
Unselfish... lasting... true,<br />
And so God answered the heart's great need<br />
With cherished friends... like you!<br /><br />
- Author Unknown -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-36568173073519906772012-10-11T17:55:00.000+03:002012-10-11T17:55:00.216+03:00You remind me of a flowerYou remind me of a flower,<br />
Pretty, inside and outside.<br />
A reason why people smile everyday,<br />
A gift to all.<br /><br />
You remind me of chocolate,<br />
Luscious and sweet.<br />
Someone people can turn to in crisis,<br />
Loved by all.<br /><br />
You remind me of a teddy,<br />
Cute and huggable.<br />
Someone people feel comfortable with,<br />
Special to all.<br /><br />
You remind me of a balloon,<br />
Happy and bouncy.<br />
Someone people can have fun with,<br />
Enjoyed by all.<br /><br />
You remind me of a lot of things,<br />
But nothing can compare to the real person,<br />
A friend I can look up to,<br />
Cherished by me.<br /><br />
- Jenny Yu -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-23092632699238029052012-10-05T17:55:00.000+03:002012-10-05T17:55:00.160+03:00The Gift Of Knowing You<strong>The Gift Of Knowing You</strong><br /><br />
There are gifts of many treasures<br />
For both the young and old,<br />
From the tiniest little trinkets<br />
To great boxes filled with gold.<br /><br />
But, put them all together<br />
And they could not stand in lieu,<br />
Of the greatest gift of all<br />
The gift of knowing you.<br /><br />
When your times are filled with troubles<br />
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,<br />
When all those things you planned on<br />
Just aren't turning out.<br /><br />
Just turn and look behind you<br />
From the place at which you stand,<br />
And look for me through the shadows<br />
And reach out for my hand.<br /><br />
I will lift from you your burden<br />
And cry for you your tears,<br />
Bear the pain of all your sorrows<br />
Though it may be for a thousand years.<br /><br />
For in the end I would be happy<br />
To have helped you start anew,<br />
It's a small price to pay<br />
For the gift of knowing you.<br /><br />
- Dave Stout -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-12590476314682442832012-09-30T17:54:00.000+03:002012-09-30T17:54:00.868+03:00For Those Lost In 9/11<strong>For Those Lost In 9/11</strong><br /><br />
If I could catch a rainbow<br />
I would do it just for you,<br />
And share with you its beauty<br />
On the days you're feeling blue<br /><br />
If I could build a mountain<br />
You could call your very own,<br />
A place to find serenity,<br />
A place to be alone<br /><br />
If I could take your troubles<br />
I would toss them in the sea,<br />
But all these things I'm finding<br />
Are impossible for me<br /><br />
I cannot build a mountain,<br />
Or catch a rainbow fair,<br />
But let me be what I know best,<br />
A friend who's always there<br /><br />
- Author Unknown -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-77458941203535466242012-09-26T17:54:00.000+03:002012-09-26T17:54:00.362+03:00A Friend's Greeting<strong>A Friend's Greeting</strong><br /><br />
I'd like to be the sort of friend that<br />
you have been to me;<br />
I'd like to be the help that<br />
you've been always glad to be;<br /><br />
I'd like to mean as much to you<br />
each minute of the day<br />
As you have meant, old friend of mine,<br />
to me along the way.<br /><br />
I'd like to do the big things and<br />
the splendid things for you,<br />
To brush the gray from out your skies<br />
and leave them only blue;<br /><br />
I'd like to say the kindly things that<br />
I so oft have heard,<br />
And feel that I could rouse your soul<br />
the way that mine you've stirred.<br /><br />
I'd like to give you back the joy<br />
that you have given me,<br />
Yet that were wishing you a need<br />
I hope will never be;<br /><br />
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,<br />
who travel on<br />
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to<br />
lean upon.<br /><br />
I'm wishing at this time that I<br />
could but repay<br />
A portion of the gladness that<br />
you've strewn along my way;<br /><br />
And could I have one wish this year,<br />
this only would it be:<br />
I'd like to be the sort of friend<br />
that you have been to me.<br /><br />
- Edgar A Guest -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-32730117374394912532012-09-22T17:54:00.001+03:002012-09-22T17:54:03.917+03:00The Miracle Of Friendship<strong>The Miracle Of Friendship</strong><br /><br />
There is a miracle called Friendship<br />
that dwells within the heart<br />
and you don't know how it happens<br />
or when it even starts.<br /><br />
But the happiness it brings you<br />
always gives a special lift<br />
and you realize that Friendship<br />
is God's most precious gift.<br /><br />
- Jean Kyler McManus -
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-52047754051551183062012-03-30T23:09:00.000+03:002012-03-30T23:09:00.338+03:00The weapon that I gave you, soon usedThe weapon that I gave you, soon used<br /><br /><br />The weapon you di soon used<br />to hurt me to treason and cold-blooded.<br />Today you claim the weapon again me,<br />and the heart that her you clavaste.<br /><br />If in your power and force entrusted,<br />from now on he distrusts:<br />was my love which you allowed<br />succeed in the battle in which you triunfaste.<br /><br />Although still the blood from the side it mane<br />where the cutting edge dented your recklessness,<br />the time is now over your reign.<br /><br />Made to the gestures of violence,<br />with your bad habit beware:<br />you only you no hieras in my absence.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-89078996042308211902012-03-25T23:09:00.000+03:002012-03-25T23:09:00.703+03:00Today flight to the city in love<span style="font-weight: bold;">Today flight to the city in love</span><br /><br />Today I return to the city in love<br />where one day the gods I envidiaron.<br />Its high towers, which for me shone,<br />pavesa are only dismantled.<br /><br />From what I remember, there is nothing:<br />squares, streets, corners were deleted.<br />The Myrtle and the acanthus tricked me,<br />He misled me the heart of granada.<br /><br />How could shut up so fast<br />the rumor of hidden water and easy to nest,<br />his song of tall tree and green breeze.<br /><br />Where he could lose so much noise,<br />so much love, so much love, so much laughter<br />so Bell as it has been lost.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-4793111177999003102012-03-20T23:08:00.000+02:002012-03-20T23:08:00.303+02:00I'll make you happy suffer so muchI'll make you happy suffer so much<br /><br />I will make you happy. You suffer so much<br />that you put you my name to the sadness.<br />Poorly contrasted, in your balance begins<br />the caress worth less than crying.<br /><br />How much going to enrich me and how much<br />you're going to embarrass your poverty<br />When learn alone what beauty<br />It is the bitter side of the charm.<br /><br />To be as happy as I have been,<br />He kisses the spina, trembles before the rose,<br />bless with the stricken lip,<br /><br />you play integer against anything.<br />I integer I played. I already lost.<br />See if my revenge is generous.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-69366957462920418952012-03-16T23:08:00.000+02:002012-03-16T23:08:00.521+02:00Is trueIs true<br /><br />Oh what work I can!<br />love you like I love you!<br /><br />For your love hurts me the air,<br />the heart<br />and the hat.<br /><br />Who I would buy me?<br />This headband I have<br />and this sadness of thread<br />White, to make scarves?<br /><br />Oh what work I can!<br />love you like I love you!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-16964771694126856232012-03-12T23:08:00.000+02:002012-03-12T23:08:00.098+02:00The married infidelThe married infidel<br /><br /><br />And that I I took to the River believing it to be mozuela,<br />but I had a husband.<br /><br />It was the night of Santiago and almost for commitment.<br />Faded lanterns and lit the crickets.<br /><br /><br />In the last few corners I touched her breasts asleep,<br />and they opened suddenly as jancitos ramos.<br /><br />The starch of his skirt sounded in the ear<br />as a piece of silk torn by ten knives.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-17889798684813181512012-03-08T23:07:00.000+02:002012-03-08T23:07:01.020+02:00Romance sonambulo<span style="font-weight: bold;">Romance sonambulo</span><br /><br />Green, I love green.<br />Green wind. Green branches.<br />The ship on the sea<br />and the horse in the mountains.<br />The shadow in the waist<br />she dreams of his railing,<br />Green meat, green hair,<br />with cold silver eyes.<br /><br />Green, I love green<br />Under the Gypsy Moon,<br />things are looking<br />and she can not watch them.<br />Verde que te quiero green.<br /><br />Great stars of frost<br />they come with the shadow fish<br />that opens the road to dawn.<br />La higuera rubbed his wind<br />with the sandpaper of its branches,<br />and del monte, cat<br />You Hedgehog their sour pitas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-32812176442291152312012-03-03T23:07:00.001+02:002012-03-03T23:07:44.921+02:00Ashes<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ashes</span><br /><br />Overcome the grief,<br />exceeded the delirium<br />the book of the martyrdom<br />I was burning leaf by leaf.<br />(Also a red flame)<br />(I arrojé my heart).<br /><br />There is not a line<br />the history of the penalty;<br />If I even think it was employed<br />the penalty of that passion.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-85801985616846607632012-02-27T23:00:00.001+02:002012-02-27T23:02:00.554+02:00death poems<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">death poems</span><br /><br />HARDENING the Earth<br />the stones were commissioned:<br />soon love poems<br />they had wings:<br />the stones poem<br />that flew:<br />those who survived<br />rose<br />the lightning,<br />they gave a cry in the night,<br />a sign of water,<br />a purple sword<br />a meteor.<br /><br />The sky<br />succulent <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">death poems</span><br />not only had clouds,<br />not only space-smelling to oxygen,<br />but a ground stone<br />here and there, shining,<br />converted in paloma,<br />converted in Bell,<br />in magnitude, in wind <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">love poems</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">penetrating:<br />fosfórica arrow, salt of the sky.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244612848301138978.post-73483239569047282242012-02-27T22:59:00.000+02:002012-02-27T23:00:15.494+02:00anniversary poems<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">anniversary poems</span><br /><br />The day of the desventurados, the pale day lurks love poems<br />with a heartbreaking cold smell with their forces in grey<br />without bells, dripping dawn everywhere:<br />It is a shipwreck in a vacuum with an around crying.<br /><br />Because she was on so many sites the shade wet, quiet,<br />of so many brooding in vain, to many terrestrial landscapes<br />where should occupy until sanctioned by the roots,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">anniversary poems </span>of such acute form is defending.<br /><br />I cry in the middle of the invaded, between confused,<br />between the flavor of growing, putting the ear anniversary<br />in the pure movement, increase,<br />giving way to what above, aimlessly<br />What emerges dressed in chains and carnations,<br />I dream with my moral vestiges.<br /><br />There is nothing of precipitate happy or proud way,<br />everything appears to becoming evident poverty<br />the light of the Earth out of his eyelids<br />not as the chime, but rather as the tears:<br />the fabric of the day, his weak canvas poems<br />serves for an ill headband, it serves to make signs<br />in a farewell, behind the absence:<br />It is the color that only wants to replace,<br />cover, swallow, overcome, making distances.<br /><br />I'm alone among Woody matters,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">love poems </span>the rain falls on me, and I think,<br />I looks with their madness, lonely dead worldwide<br />rejected by falling, and shapeless stubborn.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0