I was so overprotected, I used to think I was as delicate as people said I was.
quote by Natalie Wood
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Song be Delicate
Let your song be delicate.
The skies declare
No war — the eyes of lovers
Wake everywhere.
Let your voice be delicate.
How faint a thing
Is Love, little Love crying
Under the Spring.
Let your song be delicate.
The flowers can hear:
Too well they know the tremble,
Of the hollow year.
Let your voice be delicate.
The bees are home:
All their day's love is sunken
Safe in the comb.
Let your song be delicate.
Sing no loud hymn:
Death is abroad . . . Oh, the black season!
The deep — the dim!
poem by John Shaw Neilson
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My Delicate Flower
I love you
I love you so much
You're the reason for me being so happy
You're the reason I feel so blessed
My love
You're my delicate flower
Just let me love you
Just let me take care of you
You and I can count the stars
Or we can frolic in the grass hills
My love
My delicate flower
Let's enjoy our time together
Rolling down the hill in each others arms
Like birds of a feather
I'm not sure how things the way they are can get any better
Let's lay down beside each other in the flower garden
Just let things settle in where they are
Happiness won't be much too far
I love you
I love you so much
My delicate flower
poem by Justin Gildow
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Undercover Girl
Rebel inside
She's always in disguise
Destined to kill
What she thought was real
Yeah she's a high-class baby
With some attitude
She'S wicked and wild
And makes you go blind and grind
She's undercover girl
That's all she's got
She's taking you high
And makes your heartbeat stop
She's undercover girl
That's all she's got
She's making you fly
And head go round and round
She's undercover girl
Uptown angel
Fancy neighbourhood
Overprotected
Always knew what's good
Now she has black boots
And the long blond hair
She steps in the room
And men turn to lousy fools
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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Women 1
Nectar of purity
Synthetic romance
And drunk love
Magnificent equipment
Delicate kiss
Delicate tongue
Wild and flawless
Hurt and broken
Blossomed star
With an ancient glow
poem by Dustin Orin Talley
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Albatre
This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
Are not more delicate than she is,
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts
in whiteness
As she sits in the great chair
Between the two indolent candles.
poem by Ezra Pound
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When a new generation watches the films, people might mention that it has improved their lovemaking. I guess it's because it isn't threatening. It was very sweet and delicate.
quote by Sylvia Kristel
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thy Delicate Lips
Thy delicate lips
Thy delicate lips
Ye talking eyes
Yond curly locks
These velvety hands
Cone shaped Fingers
On a Brittle wrist
Milky white feet
And prominent nose
Under lucky forehead
Are well arranged
As a rhyming scheme
In a classical sonnet
poem by Akram Saqib
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The questions worth asking, in other words, come not from other people but from nature, and are for the most part delicate things easily drowned out by the noise of everyday life.
quote by Robert B. Laughlin
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I really wanted to try my hand at playing a romantic comedy lead. I think it's actually a much more delicate balance than people realize, and it's a genre I always felt I could excel in.
quote by Autumn Reeser
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Delicate Flower
Love is a delicate flower
that needs to be treaded
with warmth and care;
nurturing with a loving heart
knowing t will always be there.
Never let love wither
in case it may die,
but keep it warm
because its beauty
is beyond compare.
Love is a delicate flower
that needs nurturing everyday.
16 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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A Delicate Flower
once you tear a flower up,
they can never come back.
leave the precious flower alone,
let it bloom into a beautiful art.
there are so many different flower,
red one, blue one, pink ones.
there are even multicolors,
look around your garden.
notice that you're not alone,
the whole world is around you.
dont pretend to be something you're not,
because you only have one chance.
a delicate flower needs love,
in order to live with the world.
most of all, you need someone,
so help a delicate flower.
you'll never regret it,
they need to be cared for.
just like you,
you're not alone.
poem by Heather Cropper
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Embedded In Silence
in the incessant flow
of silence that surrounds me
you are embedded
the way a delicate melody is
how long do i wait
for this melody to break free
of the silence to fill
my ears...
the whispers i hear behind
those fluttering eye lashes
burden my delicate heart
with a nagging question
'when... again? '
this endless waiting
this heartfelt longing
spreads into every
nook and corner of my
mind and body like
a forset fire...
05dec2009
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Why are people always
Why are people always cheating?
Why are people always fighting?
Why are people always dieing?
Why are people always crying?
Why are people always hating?
Why are people always debating?
Why are people always trading?
Why are people always trying to fit in?
Why are people always cursing?
Why are people always bursting?
Why are people always tripping?
Why are people always not trying to be fair?
Why are people always trying to be dumb?
Why are people always playing too much?
Why are people always misbehaving?
Why are people always do drugs?
Why are people always not trying to have a future?
Why do people always try to ruin their life?
Why?
poem by Shaquan Mack
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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On Suddenly Receiving A Curl Long Refused
Oh, saucy gold circle of fairyland silk—
Impudent, intimate, delicate treasure:
A noose for my heart and a ring for my finger:—
Here in my study you sing me a measure.
Whimsy and song in my little gray study!
Words out of wonderland, praising her fineness,
Touched with her pulsating, delicate laughter,
Saying, “The girl is all daring and kindness!”
Saying, “Her soul is all feminine gameness,
Trusting her insights, ardent for living;
She would be weeping with me and be laughing,
A thoroughbred, joyous receiving and giving!”
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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A Asome Poem About PEOPLE
Some people
Care about you, some people
Don’t care,
Make fun of you and walk away,
Some people,
Run past, some people
Hand you presents,
Give you a pat on the back,
Some people
You love, some people
You don’t know
Some people, some people,
You do,
Some people
You notice, some people
Eat cauliflower, some people
Are teenagers,
Some people walk to restaurants,
Sit down at the counter,
Eat there food, through it at
People,
Some people never notice you,
Some people always look, some people
Want to take you away, some people
Will never exist
Some people are other people; some people are you, some people
Die ever second,
Some people are you
poem by Annie Nosich
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In her name
In her name
~
I find her a-muse-ing
So delicate, beautiful and fair
That she plays upon my heart
A play of a thousand words
Like a butterfly serenade
A girl of dreamlike inspiration
Strikes a chord of verse
That my love is prone to song
To sing as softly sweet
As the clear ocean sky
For she is lit by the heavens
An array of stars above
So delicate, beautiful and fair
A girl who I am prone to say
A-muses me in such a way
I play with words in her name
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Melbourne Cup
I like the riders
Clad in rose and blue;
Their colours glitter
And their horses too.
Swift go the riders
On incarnate speed.
My thought can scarcely
Follow where they lead.
Delicate, strong, long
Lines of colour flow,
And all the people
Tremble as they go.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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