Cashmere morning
It's a cashmere type of morning
Warm and plush in many ways
It is very important to me
To feel this comfort
On such a cold and fridget day
The atmosphere seems frozen
Due to the harmful words
which was once said
The type of words
Which can send
forth chills down inside
Playing over and over
In ones head
Yet, instead
Iam confident and comforted
For to me
It's a Cashmere Day
Iam covered
From the cold
In a warm
Precious and yet delicate way
It's partly due to your presence
Which envokes purpose and
passion to embrace
It's your
Classic charisma
The special words you say
Your elegant style
Of encouragement
Also, the warmth of your touch
The hidden strength
You share
with others
That really means so much
It's a Cashmere Day
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Pink Cashmere
Ooh, here I go again
Falling in love all over
Ooh, the cycle never ends
U just pray u dont get burned
Ooh, this fire inside of me
Dont nobody realize
Ooh, what u r 2 me
But baby u got 2 learn
Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
U got 2 know how I feel about u
How I always want u near
Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
Im counting every minute of every hour
til u r here
Girl, can u understand
I never used 2 go dancing
I...i was the kind of man who rather stay at home
Now, when I think about
H-how much I miss u
I wanna jump for joy
And thank him Im not alone (I am not alone)
Ooh, Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
U got 2 know how I feel about u baby
How I always want u near
Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
Im gonna count every minute of every hour
Until u r here (til u r here)
Here I go again
Falling in love all over
The cycle never ends (cycle never endin)
U pray u dont get burnt
Im making u a coat (Im making u a coat of pink cashmere)
Cashmere, baby, cashmere (u got 2 know how I feel about u)
U got 2 know (how I always want u near)
Yeah baby, baby, baby, baby (Im making u a coat of pink cashmere)
How I feel about u
How I feel about u
(Im counting every minute of every hour, til u r here)
When I get my arms around u baby (yeah)
So many things Im gonna do (pink cashmere)
Im gonna hug u (u got 2 know how I feel about u)
Im gonna kiss u (how I always want u near)
Like your, like your guru (Im making u a coat of pink cashmere)
I wanna tell u a bedtime story baby
1 u never heard before (Im counting every minute of every hour - every hour)
I said 1 u never heard before (how I feel about u)
About a girl (coat of pink cashmere)
About a boy
And all their joy
All the things they show each other (coat of pink cashmere)
How 2 stay in love
How 2 stay so happy
Baby girl (coat of pink cashmere)
So many things
So many things
Im gonna do
Cant u come 2 me? (coat of pink cashmere)
Cant u get 2 me?
Im gonna make gonna Im gonna gonna gonna onna
Im gonna make a little pretty pink coat of cashmere
Cuz uve got 2 know
How I feel about u babe
How I feel about u babe
Im gonna make a little pretty coat
Im gonna count every second, every minute
Each and every hour of every day
til u come on back
Come on back
2 your little man
Gonna make u a coat of cashmere baby
song performed by by Prince
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Sweet Potato Muffin Cake
Sweet potato muffin cake,
What is it going to take...
For you to let me get,
Another hug and squeeze?
I promise the next time,
Not to sneeze and cough.
My allergies flared up...
Just when you took your sweater off.
Who knew I was allergic to cashmere?
Sweet potato muffin cake,
What is it going to take...
For you to let me get,
Another hug and squeeze?
Now that you know,
Cashmere and I do not agree...
Perhaps you will give me,
Another opportunity?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winter Light (Love Poem)
The words that express the love from last year’s man
Warming the watery cold light of a winter morning
Expectant that flight will fill a cold bed with warmth
‘Soon’ is an empty word until ‘now’ arrives with a hug.
Dark mornings brighten the warm glow of waking
Interrupted slumber forgiven in comfort of closeness
Together in a time that is always too short for want
Magic touch soothes away the cares of the world.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Cashmere overcoat
closed out from Sims
warm, with navy hems
reaching past the knee
pocket deep and buttons three
fastened to the throat
collar up against the winds
cloaking many sins
sadly you mis-tag me
a 'have'
though in grim reality
I 'haven't.'
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Gone Is Inspiration
A thought!
A blurry thought in my head
and my pen is full of ink
I am dry,
I am sore
I can't channel my soul
before the words of my heart
would seep right through my
fingers
and possess my pen
but now I am blank
I am dry,
I am empty again
I hate the times when
my mind is still
and still I cannot channel
the artistry in me
the flame of inspiration
has died out
I am cold
I am stuck
my brain is paused
why is this so?
Pages beg
to be written on
keys plead for me to type
stories linger within
waiting for me
to give them life
but i cannot
I am frozen
and so are my words
so is the rhythm
the rhyme
the floetry
of my poetry
has flown off into
the sky
and with the birds
go my words
And I am here,
I am dry
Gone is inspiration!
poem by Upile Chisala
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I'm the type of girl
Im the type of girl that will hang on.
And never let go.
I'm the type of girl whose always hyper.
The one you wanna know.
Im the type of girl you wont wanna date.
But would love to be just friends.
I'm the type of girl who knows the killer.
Long before it ends.
I'm the type of girl whose rooms a mess.
But whose desk is always neat.
I'm the type of girl who is slightly weird.
But you really wanna meet.
I'm the type of girl that holds her tounge.
But never says whats right.
I'm the type of girl who loves to sleep.
But reads all through the night.
I'm the type of girls who fails at sports.
But wins at every game.
I'm the type of girl that always cries.
But covers all the pain.
I'm the type of girl that falls inlove.
With all the wrong guys.
I'm the type of girl thats ready to believe.
In all your pathetic lies.
I'm the type of girl that hates Taylor Lautner.
And all those other teens.
I'm the type of girl who sits alone.
But chases every dream.
I'm the type of girl you can't forget.
Or get out of your head.
I'm the type of girl who'll stick by your side.
Even when your dead.
I'm the type of girl who says what she feels.
And means every single words.
I'm the type of girl that falls up stairs.
And sings songs you've never heard.
I'm the type of girl who spends her life.
Writing depressing poems.
I'm the type of girl who loves to walk.
'Cause she likes to be alone.
I'm the type of girl that begs for love.
But is too afraid to fall.
I'm the type of girl who feels so short.
Even though shes tall.
I'm the type of girl that's to unique to fit in.
But doesn't mind either way.
I'm the type of girl that will love her ex.
Until the feelings fade.
I'm the type of girl you'll never know.
But would have to just meet.
I'm the type of girl who can never decide.
On what she wants to eat.
I'm the type of girl who can rhyme in a second.
But is always slow to catch on.
I'm the type of girl whose had her heart broken.
And wonders what went wrong?
I'm the type of girl you can't understand.
For I'm a type too rare to know.
I'm the type of girl who keeps hanging on.
Long after you've letten go.
I'm the type of girl who writes for hours.
And dreams of what she'll never be.
I'm the type of girl who can only be defined.
As different, complicated, and unique.
poem by Silence Dogood
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Weather love
The wind, the rain, the sunset
all in one place,
is it possible for such thing to be seen all at once?
seems to me like it is every time we have those occasional small talks
when the wind comes through
it probably means your words will be cold even if its June
but they glide by my side because
i know those harsh words don't come from your sweet heart
it cant be possible for you to be kind when you're feeling cold inside
let me warm you up
you shove me aside and say no
that's when it starts to pour
the rain falling down my face
because god knows how much it hurts
to be neglected and rejected
by the person who you'll give your life away
and when it rains it thunders
and life keeps getting colder
the wind and the rain threw me over
but next day it was over
the sunset took over
this must means you're okay
no more sadness or confused face
and you take me with you once again
and we are happier than yesterday
but who said its staying this way
the weather always changes
its an unpredictable world that i face everyday
but you're worth it
you're worth the chills, the pain, the pouring rain
and you're worth everything
when the sunset is visible again.
poem by Melissa Lora
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Rain-Dreary Day
I'm chilled to the bone this rainy day.
It's been pouring and pouring my time away.
My words are circling again in my head
while the rain comes down and the worms are fed.
It's the change in temperature that's chilled me so.
It's my change in thinking that takes me low.
I'm a sun-lover whose words come alive
just like sunflower, they seem to thrive.
So I'll warm myself and layer my clothes
and use some tissues to warm my nose.
The warmth of the pen with its ink-like blood
will fill the page while the rain does flood.
And at the end of this rain-dreary day
I'll reflect back and find a way
to warm my bones and welcome my bed,
then cover up the words that were in my head.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Luxurious
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back
Champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury
I only want to fly first-class desires, you're my limousine
So elegant, the way we ride, our passion, it just multiplies
There's platinum lightning in the sky
Look I'm livin' like a queen
This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton
We're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back
Sugar, honey, sexy baby
When we touch it turns to gold
Sensitive and delicate, kinda like a tuberose
You know you are my treasure chest
It's pure perfection when we kiss and
You're my Mr., I'm your Miss
Gonna be until we're old
This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back
[2x]
Cha-ching, cha-ching, we're loaded and we're not gonna blow it
Cha-ching, cha-ching, we're hooked up with the love cause we grow it
Cha-ching, cha-ching, we got hydroponic love and we're smokin'
Cha-ching, cha-ching, we burn it, you and I, we are so lit
And we're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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I do not believe in God. I believe in cashmere.
quote by Fran Lebowitz
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The Strength of a Man
The strength of a man is his arms
that protect you and keep you warm.
It is his caring ways
of the affection that he displays.
The strength of a man is his intellectual
mind and the words that he uses with positive
views.
It's his motivational words
that shines from his eyes.
The strength of a man is taking care of his
responsibilities without any hostility.
It's the love that he shares with respect to his
home and supporting his children until they can
do it on their own.
The strength of a man is his gentle touch that
pulls you near when you are shedding precious
tears.
It's his passionate warm heart
he romantically imparts.
The strength of a man is especially appealing
when he displays genuine feelings.
It's his humble soul he has to continually to love
when he is emotionally hurt as his feelings fight to stay
above.
The strength of a man
is his loyal and sheer love to only one woman.
It's his true sense of ability of integrity to his mate
and the stability of love he can continuously create.
The strength of a man isn't the world's load he can
lift or how he can shift.
Instead it's the heavy burdens he can carry on and on...
(c) By: Naomi Johnson
poem by Naomi Johnson
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Encircling Embrace [Revised]
A little message to translate, of marigolds
and chrysanthemums shining in gold and
burnished copper on a plate - André Rieu’s
orchestra playing joyously - my heart
blossoming in a new romance with life
Warm words shining sunshine in my heart,
feelings expanding, encompassing every
manifestation of life, swelling music of
Olé Guapa setting skin alight - sizzling -
feet tapping – stepping high to music,
held within an encircling embrace
Powerful invisible romantic feeling, all-
knowing, energetic, exuberant, filling
my being, loving presence radiating
comfort, understanding, confidence and
encouragement, sunshine of your
beautiful words shimmering, irresistible
rhythm of nostalgic melody…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Words of Comfort
In my mind thoughts will flow, from The Truth I have come to know,
To words of light and encouragement, to the places I’ve been sent.
A comfort to all who do believe, and a light to all who are deceived,
God’s encouragement to a brother, while words of Truth to another.
Comforting words that I can say, to brighten a brother’s dismal day,
Words filled with hope and love, that point to our Savior, up above.
Words of Truth that only come, through The Spirit from God’s Son,
Who comes to dwell in our heart, from where words He does impart.
This to bring the lost to The Truth, through loving words not reproof,
So through our words men can see, The Loving Father of all Eternity,
Who came to die, to give us life, through His Only Son, Jesus Christ.
Who now lives, so that all men, through The Son can be Born Again.
Then receive The Spirit spoken of, when they accept His Son’s Love.
To be used upon this temporal earth, through the power of New Birth,
And the washing and regeneration, through His Blood unto Salvation.
Which only comes from God’s Son, the Lord and Savior of everyone.
You too will share the Living Word, speaking Truth until all have heard,
The saving Truth of God’s Salvation, Christ who came for every nation.
And then you will be a comfort too, to all who believe like me and you,
Speaking words of comfort friend, about life in Christ that has on end.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
On Some Rose Leaves Brought From The Vale Of Cashmere
Faded and pale their beauty, vanished their early bloom,
Their folded leaves emit alone a sweet though faint perfume,
But, oh! than brightest bud or flower to me are they more dear,
They come from that rose-haunted land, the bright Vale of Cashmere.
Cashmere! a spell is in that name! what dreams its sound awakes
Of roses sweet as Eden’s flowers, of minarets and lakes,
Of scenes as vaguely, strangely bright as those of fairy land,
Springing to life and loveliness ’neath some enchanter’s wand!
Cashmere! poetic in its name, its clear and brilliant skies
That seem to clothe earth, flower and wave in their own lovely dyes;
Poetic in its legend lore, and spell more dear than all,
Enshrined in poet’s inmost heart, the home of “Nourmahal.”
Yes, there oft fell her fairy feet, there shone the glances bright,
That won for her the glorious name of harem’s queen and light;
There, as she wandered ’mid its bowers, her royal love beside,
She taught him to forget all else save her, his beauteous, bride.
Cashmere! what would this heart not give to see thy favored earth,
So rich in nature’s peerless gifts, in beauty’s dazzling worth,
Rich in a name that in mine ear from childhood’s hour hath rung,
The land of which impassioned Moore with such sweet power hath sung.
Yet, were I there, oh! well I know the time would surely come
When my yearning heart would turn again to my far Canadian home,
Longing to look once more upon its wintry wastes of snow,
And the friends whose hearts throb like mine own, with friendship’s changeless glow.
poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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End of Time
Wild breeze sighing cold
Looking a chance to enter this room
The rain tears dripping
Kissed on my windows
Oh what a sorrowful midnight
Today a bit different,
Room without moonlight
Silent, lame and dark
Withstand cold, surfaced on my skin
Hold my arm tight, keep warm inside
I wake up and staring outside
Everywhere just so dark
Only you, a candle
Stand bravely
On the side of this table
Shower the light in this space
Tonight only us, you and me
In the bright island middle of the dark sea
Together we stay tonight
As close as i can reach you
Feel the touch of your light
As far as your touch invading me
Send warm deeper, core of my body
As deeper as you now illuminating me
Straight to my soul, release your spirit in me
This silent night
Via the light, i listened all
Your spirit embracing my soul
Whispering deep precious words
About life, of you as for me
In age of your length, you burn it all
Sacrifice all you have till nothing left
Say you will bright the dark till end of life
Through the shaken windows,
The lost wind enter and flows
Flying in each corner
Wander all the edges
Come and meet you my candle
Sway your flames for a dance
Whispered in the soft moves
Seduction to surrender
To lose a guard of spirit
Convinced to live in cold ambiance
Dont trust! , you tell me as this life is not a trade
Said, 'Believing sweet lies made strength to fade
My heat is a spirit, in this light another form of it
I was made to bright not created to be wasted'
But we know sometimes it's hard to keep bright
And i saw you sometimes warmly cried
Drop down, Your tears flows
Drop down, another goes
It's not a shame, nor to loose
You told me, cry may dissolve a feeling
Let it down, these tears wax for better stand
Stronger base and the broken will mend
Only with a single flame,
Darkness lost by your light charm
Nothing you left before you warm
Remind me, In life, in the length of age
Flames yourself to brighten the road
As soon it be so clear to travel anywhere
Even make a dream emerged from nightmare
Those words, the touch
Your warmth, tucked me in a dream
Protect me from cold, the whole night
Till I lost you in the morning
You gone and forever leave me
But your spirit united in my soul
Released through your warm, by your light
For me to warm when it's cold, be bright when it's dark
Tomorrow could be beautiful as always
Somehow in a good day in a crowd
Leaving to spend a time alone far away
To feel and remember our last day
The moment you waxed all your words in me
Till the end of time,
The end of my breathe,
I wont give up on anything
As my life not a waste
As you said
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The first poem from my 'Rise from the Ashes' project, i always feel like a child, to speak everything around and they replied me. I use many things around to learn about how they spending their life. For me there's always a reason to inspire our life, to heal brokenness, even to be better by looking around us, either dark or bright. A candle, alone can bright a part of room, and you alone can bright your own life..No one cant help if you cant trust yourself..As we keep our spirit alive, there's a door out for anything. Well like 'my friend, candle' said life not to waste.. Nothing is precious like you..uniquely you :) ..Thanks for reading this long poem :) :)
Cheers! ! ! _Unwritten Soul
2nd poem from my project: Desert Rose
poem by Unwritten Soul
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The One I Love
My Love
I wish to see you,
To hold your hand and touch your face,
I wish to hear your voice,
Utter three sweet words,
I LOVE YOU,
Is all I want from hear
Staring at your photo
Not enough
I want to feel your warm embrace
Your lips
Soft like a feather touching mine
To feel your warm embrace
I want to look up
And see heavenly stars
Shining in your eyes
poem by Persian Khushi
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Words
The words just flee from my head,
to the paper in front of me.
They tell of love and sorrows be.
They also tell of other things.
Of happiness abound,
of little creatures.
In the air and on the ground.
Of seasons one to four.
Of cold hearts and warm love.
Of arms reaching out,
for a safe haven,
or shelter from a storm.
The words they tell of many things,
between the lines written.
Only a keen eye,
will find what lies there hidden.
poem by David Harris
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What Type Of Man
What kind of a man goes after a married woman
What kind of a man does it and proclaims his faith in GOD
What kind of man does the things that he shouldn't
Does that type of man think that he will never be caught.
What type of man leaves his children and his wife
What type of man puts his needs and his wants first
What type of a man is scared to fight his own fights
Does that type of man cares whose soul that he hurts.
What type of man talks behind other peoples backs
What type of man lies to make himself look tall in front of others
What type of man is scared to admit the guilt that he has done
Does that type of man think that we are his brothers.
What type of man will not work for a living
What type of man wants others to take care of him
What type of man thinks he is something but he's not
Does that type of man thinks that manhood is his friend.
What type of man cannot be used as an example
What type of man does not keep promises that he's made
What type of man should not be father to any child
Does that type of man know the price that a real man has paid.
What type of man thinks but he cannot think
What type of man looks but he truly does not see
What type of man hears but he does not listen
Does that type of man know that he could never be me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I remember her words..
I remember her words,
By the terylene sky
In unblemished soft voice.
I remember her words,
In the bleak tinge of cold
And the warmth of her touch.
I remember her words
As a vesper of past,
In the urn of my heart.
I remember her words,
I remember her love,
On the caprice of my thoughts.
poem by Dinesh Sairam
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You Write Because Of A Certain Purpose
writing with a purpose.
like everything and everyone
always with a purpose...
beauty, and hope and sadness
and death and redemption...
all these have built-in purposes
but whatever that is
the things-in-themselves
without mouths speak for what they mean
outstretched tendrils looking for the ray of the sun
blooming petals wanting for someone to adore
pathways seeking themselves on a certain destinations
seas covering the earth giving way to the existence of maps
and so i write, i keep the purpose within my letters
my words that you read
this poem that shows arms opening
to embrace you and also to keep my cold heart warm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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