You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.
quote by Henny Youngman
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Hours-old coffee
sliding heavily through the air
and into the bowl, heavily,
whirligig, swirligig.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Missing Rain
With dark clouds, cold winds and lightning,
It rains heavily and yes it is frightening.
I love it when it rains heavier.
And rain makes me, her to remember.
She was there so close to me at that time.
It was raining heavily with no sunshine.
Whole day she was there with me and holding me.
I kissed her in her lips and even she kissed me.
You are long gone now and rain makes me remember.
So I love when it rains, I feel like we are together.
I want to remember those days again n again
So even in summer I just miss the rain.
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Crushes Are Cheap
It is baffling how feelings surface...
It feels like love in seconds, but what is it really?
SImply a longing to chase?
They cannot be real feelings because how can you love
What you do not know, such love is cheap, even free
Even if every time you see her, speak with her, be with her
Your heartstrings do tug, what substance does this love have?
What is it founded on if not knowledge?
How is it possible to crush on a girl yo do not know
What can you love about her if you don't know her?
What is there to love that is real?
Surely you are doomed
Stronger still is being 'in love', but the more you get to know that person
The less you 'love' them, the lighter the crush is.
It is strange, should not each moment you spend with her
Be sweeter than the last, then how is it that the
Crush grows weaker as you grow closer.
If such a thing is true your crush cannot be love\I t is some cruel form of disillusionment
Some illusion of love that breed emptiness and a greater loneliness
This seems to be all I know, it happens all the time
This subject is all my rhymes
These crushes although devoid of substance
Still crush my soul and weigh heavily on my mind
There is no peace in my weighed down heart, weighed down heavily with
Cheap, empt love.
Such love is not even love at all
So then there is no love in my heart.
Just a cycle of crushing crushes until all substance is crushed and crunched out.
poem by David Knox
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A Baby Asleep after Pain
As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
And laid against her cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk.
My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,
Like a burden she hangs on me.
She has always seemed so light,
But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain
Even her floating hair sinks heavily,
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
Are a heaviness, and a weariness.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Copperfield
Resuscitate your oscillated love towards me,
For i can't stop thinking about you;
And i am heavily encrusted with the heroic myth on this muse.
The early bird catches up the early train,
And like Jerry's last flight with the contemporary arts;
For my love is stronger than the environmental tides.
Copperfield,
My love doesn't sail slowly like you thought;
But it can also put the winds back unto your love,
Because you are now on the wings of my love!
Defenders and admirers,
I am in the sweet garden of your love;
But the food that we ate last night matters to me,
And i want you to resuscitate me with your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stinking Fool In The Pool
sometimes
the heart is also heavily loaded
like a cloud gathering mist
and shall in any moment
rain
sometimes
you lose control about what you are carrying
something slips away
and no matter how you pick it up
you can never hold it back
sometimes what is wingless
turns otherwise
a stone turns into a fish
just to lose itself
from its prison
sometimes i fell just like that
heavily loaded and i want to have the wings of any bird
just to get away from
what is here
from what is unfortunate
from what is miscalculated
from something that i can change
and be simply away from it all
sometimes there is no choice
however
except to stay and be numb and be no bird
but a
stone
deep in that muddy and murky pool
stinking like any
other fool
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thats The Trouble
Every night, to take a walk on high to see,
The shadows of the moonlight, when this guy,
Began to follow me, and now you see.
Thats the trouble.
Then he turned my head, to my surprise,
He stared so seriously, in my eyes and said,
Why, Id like for you to come on home woth me.
Thats the trouble,
Every man I see, thats the trouble.
Taking every little thing so heavily,
Thats the trouble if you wanna let you be,
Thats the trouble if you really wanna be free.
When I did not realise, he was the,
Serious type of guy, and I ran his [? ],
And said will you marry me?
Thats the trouble,
Every man I see, thats the trouble.
Taking every little thing so heavily,
Thats the trouble if you wanna let you be,
Thats the trouble if you really wanna be free.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Contemplation of Sorrow
I am sorry for the readers
and the writers with much to say
On sorrow,
For it seems sorrow
Weighs much more heavily on the soul
Than any form of joy I've known
It is sorrow that paces
And sorrow that writhes,
Drawing attention to itself,
Magnetizing thoughts,
A gravitational pull
Equivocal to that of the moon
On the tide
Once you notice that pitiful little lump
Of sorrow
You cant help but to revolve around it,
Contemplate it
Like a little black hole
In a rented recess of the mind
It draws upon mental
and emotional energies
Until you drive yourself crazy
I am sorry for the readers
and the writers with much to say
On sorrow,
For it weighs so heavily on the soul
poem by Faustina Marie
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Sonnet
DEAR, if you love me, hold me most your friend,
Chosen from out the many who would bear
Your gladness gladly - heavily your care;
Who best can sympathize, best comprehend,
Where others fail; who, breathless to the end,
Follows your tale of joy or of despair:
Hold me your counsellor, because I dare
To lift my hand to guide you, that I lend
My love to help you. And I would you knew
That I am fair enough to win men's hearts,
If so I willed; yet honor me above
All other women, since I am too true
To trap you with my sex's smaller arts.
Deem me all these, but love me as your love.
poem by Alice Duer Miller
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Spring, 1916
Slow, rigid, is this masquerade
That passes as through a difficult air :
Heavily-heavily passes.
What has she fed on ? Who her table laid
Through the three seasons ? What forbidden fare
Ruined her as a mortal lass is ?
I played with her two years ago,
Who might be now her own sister in stone;
So altered from her May mien,
When round the pink a necklace of warm snow
Laughed to her throat where my mouth's touch had gone.
How is this, ruined Queen?
Who lured her vivid beauty so
'l'o be that strained chill thing that moves
So ghastly midst her young brood
Of pregnant shoots that she for men did grow ?
Where are the strong men who made these their loves ?
Spring ! God pity your mood !
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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To Write Truthfully About The Rain
i must be here when the rain falls
heavily and when the waters rise
above canals and manholes
where what i see is water everywhere
when the rain does not stop
i must cross this street to another
street taking the middle of this flooded ways
without an umbrella
without my clothes on
the rain falls in all freedom
to the pores of my body
penetrating the thickness of my hair
my mouth drinks its drops
my ears take some more
i may be blinded and even be deaf
let the rain fall freely & heavily on my body
only then can i truthfully write about this rain
this walk this wetness this freedom this oneness
on the world that cries on these drops these tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forward is the March
I can love the book of stages,
This book is clean and pure,
Then forward is the march that annexes,
It annexes due to speed and it can assure.
Beyond belief I surprise one on this,
Love of a book weighs heavily,
It injures the heart like a hiss
That came not from snakes but from generosity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Doyle
A heavily armoured column,
With a correspondent's sources;
But Doyle your friend was taken in as well,
And like a case in Abidjan without a clue.
Troops,
Threatening,
With heavy weapons and very offensive! !
But he reportedly gave in to muse up with your love;
Because, his elected successor failed to read his message!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I never wanted to weigh more heavily on a man than a bird.
quote by Coco Chanel
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Because Love Begets Love
you hide the shadow of a man
inside your bra
it is not funny your bra bulges like
a bone
someone hides a woman's breast inside
his pants
tits on his pockets like pebbles on the beach
there is something bitchy over there
it is laughing
someone wears a heavily tinted sunglasses
imagination thinks about someone else
hands are traitors too and feet never run away
from a confrontation of lusts
we know we have secrets and we are comfortable with all
these
without the need of telling
why
we understand
we simply want to survive the heat and
the cold
the days that torture us
torture as no more
we love these secrets and of course
these secrets love us too
love begets love
in discreet cold and comfortable places of the heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You may often feel that heavily on your back which you took lightly on your conscience.
I got heavily into the drum-and-bass scene, which is really wicked.
quote by Ajay Naidu
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When I was a teenager, I got into SF, quite heavily, and that too has had a major impact on my writing.
quote by George Stephen
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