Teardrops and valentines
I awoke last night
In broken heart city
I had a dream last night
But didn’t dream it was true
Cause it just wasn’t right
And it sure wasn’t pretty
I dreamt the door opened
And a shadow went through
There was a note on my pillow
Beneath a single red rose
And somehow I knew then
That it was the shadow of you
You left a truck-load of hurt
Parkin’ on my heart…
You took my valentine day
And you tore it all apart
So it wasn’t just a dream
It was the real thing this time
And all I have left now, is a rose and a note
And a tear-stained, …farewell valentine
poem by David Whalen
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She Only Exist In Dreams
She only exist in a dream
She only existed in a dream an old man dreamt, in his lonely cottage,
when sitting by the fireside patting his dog’s head. Knock on his door,
there she stood looking a dream and since he knew her he invited her
in. His dog happy too it had a bald pat top of its head, and the wood
in the hearth roared its approval. The elderly man was content too
only the real thing spoke a lot, burped, ate and used too much water
when having a shower and the real sex wasn’t that great either.
When the aged man awoke his chimney corner was cold and full of
ashes, but he was glad it had been a bad dream – perhaps too much
red win had cut down on the booze a bit- He sighed let out the dog,
went into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee, feeling quite relived
that his wishes had not come true.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Broken Heart
vs.1 Every night, in every dream,
You're all I seem to think about.
Every time, from day to day,
I'd say, 'I love you, ' with no doubt.
You promised me forever,
But this time, you weren't true.
If it wasn't for that,
Then I wouldn't blame you, but now
(chorus)
I've got a broken heart,
It wasn't 'sposed to be this way.
I still think about those times,
And how I was with you every day.
I really wish that we weren't split apart,
'Cause now i have a broken heart.
vs.2 I knew that this would happen,
It always does, no matter what I do.
I ought to know this because
I've had a lot to go through.
Even though we're on a quest,
A quest for someone else.
You really should talk to me,
And don't just think about yourself.
(chorus)
Bridge: If I see you again,
I'll make sure that we're okay.
Even though it's hard,
Not to think about you always!
(instrumental)
Chorus 2 (x2)
I had a broken heart,
Nothing seemed to turn out the right way.
I still think about those times,
And how I was with you everyday.
I really wish that we didn't split apart,
But don't you worry, 'cause I have no broken heart.
Yeah-, don't you worry,
'Cause now, I have- no-
Broken heart!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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As I Grew Older
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
poem by Langston Hughes
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Dream of Passion in the night
I had a dream last night of passion
but when I awoke and realised it wasn't a dream
but mmmmmmmmmmmmm - a night of real passion
the evidence all around me assured me
it was real mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
sweet dreams are made of this.......................
but in reality is even sweeter..........I had a dream
last night of passion
Damn! what a nite............................. I had a dream
of passion in the night
poem by Precious Scott
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Church of the Little Drummer Boy
He didn't do it for money,
He didn't to it for power,
It wasn't an inside job,
And he probably wasn't real.
But he wasn't controlled by the Mafia,
Maybe he was just a dream,
Or maybe just a hope,
Of what Christmas might mean.
Over the years many a child
Has heard of the Little Drummer Boy,
How he played his drum for Jesus
To bring the Baby some joy.
He didn't do it to be a big shot,
He wasn't Ginger Baker,
He played out of musical love,
And he wasn't a faker.
If you're looking for religion,
The Drummer Boy is good to go,
I mean, he's as churchy as it gets,
Considering the show.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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My Juliet, My Love My Dragon-fly
When I dream the dream of paradise
I see a picture of you
And when I dream the dream of love and care
I see a picture of us two
And when I dream a dream of loneliness
I see a shadow on the wall
Looking back at me like
I'm nothing at all
But those dreams a quickly chased away
When I wake up to a sunny day
And I see your pretty face right by my side
When I dream a dream of smiling
The room is full of you
And if I dream a dream of candy land
The sweetest thing is you
And if the nightmare comes along
To say its fond goodbyes
The thought of you will stop it
before those dreams arise
Because with you sharing my bed at night
My dream will always come out right
And tomorrow will always be another day
If I dream a dream while I'm awake
That dream will be of you
If I dream a dream of wedding cakes
I'll dream a dream of you
And when I dream a dream of a loving wife
That dream will be of you
And if I dream a dream of growing old
I'll be growing old with you
And if my dream were ever to come true
I know it will be because of you
And that's the reason that I love you so.
poem by Mbaimbai Phathutshedzo
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I Hurt Someone Last Night
I hurt someone last night
I didn't use a stick
I didn't use a club
I didn't use a knife
I'd never use a gun
I hurt someone last night
It wasn't intentional I swear
Doesn't make it any better
They were left bleeding
In the cold night air
I hurt someone last night
No one heard a sound
No police came
No ambulance called
No one knew at all
I hurt someone last night
She knew, she felt it
She knew, who had dealt it
She knew, how much it hurt
She knew, I hurt her
I hurt someone last night
I love her very much
There was no object weapon used
I used a word instead
The deadliest weapon of them all
I hurt someone last night
Perhaps I should put some words away
And the tone I used
To frighten her away
I think I should apologize now
Because I hurt someone last night
And I love her very much
poem by Barbara Vanier
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Dream a Dream
When I dream the dream of paradise
I see a picture of you
And when I dream the dream of love and care
I see a picture of us two
And when I dream a dream of loneliness
I see a shadow on the wall
Looking back at me like
I'm nothing at all
But those dreams a quickly chased away
When I wake up to a sunny day
And I see your pretty face right by my side
When I dream a dream of smiling
The room is full of you
And if I dream a dream of candy land
The sweetest thing is you
And if the nightmare comes along
To say its fond goodbyes
The thought of you will stop it
before those dreams arise
Because with you sharing my bed at night
My dream will always come out right
And tomorrow will always be another day
If I dream a dream while I'm awake
That dream will be of you
If I dream a dream of wedding cakes
I'll dream a dream of you
And when I dream a dream of a loving wife
That dream will be of you
And if I dream a dream of growing old
I'll be growing old with you
And if my dream were ever to come true
I know it will be because of you
And that's the reason that I love you so.
This poem © Timothy David Cook.2011
poem by Tim David Cook
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I dream my own dream
When I dream of love,
I dream about you..
When I dream about happiness,
I dream about my families..
When I dream of pain,
I dream about all the sadness inside me..
When I dream of horror,
I dream about the nightmare that would
wake me up in the middle of night..
When I dream about the death,
I dream myself crying in sleep..
When I dream a dream,
I dream all those thing
that are real and not real..
I dream about all the thing
that are in my mind,
I dream about all the thing
that I desire for..
I dream my own dream..
poem by Heather Moyer
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Sliver Dream
To a curly hair girl
Last night, I dreamt in the dream
Orange tree, growing at my heart
Under blue sky, on the blue ocean
Wind of change, lifting my heart
Last night, I dream in the dream
Curly hair girl, walking softly
Visible into my eye, I only saw her shadow
With wing of angel, flying slowly
Over my starry sky, in my dream
Oh, curly hair girl, beheld me with your eye
And you will see, life is not a dream
Or love is not dream in my eye
Through lonely night, I dreamt of song
That neither lyric, nor music
Nor word, but I still could hear the song
Of your walking, softly, on my heart.
poem by Kathup Tsering
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The Paper Heart
At valentines day we all
cut out little paper hearts,
then we hand them to the
people we want to be our valentine.
And we cut them into all shapes
and sizes and make them all pretty.
Well I have one.
Her name is sally.
She is my paper heart.
I gave her to my valentine,
thinking they would take
good care of her?
Well bad thing about paper,
it gets torn apart, and ripped to shredds
very very easily.
My valentine tore my heart apart.
Then she gave me back Sally,
and all I could do was ask why?
I got no response.
I don't like paper hearts,
they don't last very long, and
get hurt very quickly.
My paper heart will never be the same.
So much for my perfect valentine.
poem by Fallen Pixie
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her name is Valentine
My Valentine has a lamp about and around her
She tells me an aura of atmosphere of kindness she found
That's when I reach across the table and grab her hand
'you see this grip', I said, 'It's able'
I make into kindness with grip of my hands to labor this thirsty land
to put kindness on this table
And that night was hot with anger
And my pillow alone she cast to my broken barn door
Under the stars, under broken large hole in roof
I fell asleep into kindness, into her dream...
I dream an aura of atmosphere of kindness, a sudden surprise
shining my Valentine's eyes
blinding my resistant
And came this moment... I saw this lamp
It was over full of love and it flowed out and following an empty lost
Something of a voice calling at me saying, 'this is rare and new'
'she initiates a lovely, loveliness flow into her smile for you'
As I thought about this, a current of warm, extraordinary and
satisfying breeze came across my face
An invisible scent and familiar taste
It was my Valentine, emerging into view
an emerald of breath light
making it known...
'I'm in love with you'
embroidering my heart to dreams I thought far apart
My voice again, speaking into my sleepy dream night
'Complementary and compatible like moon and starlight'
When the breaking into a new light arrives each morning
I do remember...
My Valentine's atmosphere of kindness she stirs
And I... about and all around her's
poem by Joseph Nez
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The White Rose
A lonely kid had no friends,
within his home his world ends.
He used to dream about colorful roses,
his love for roses was in heavy doses.
His nights filled with fears and tears,
days rolled like million years.
His mom took him to a rose garden one day,
she wanted to buy him a rose plant for his birthday.
The rose plants giggled about the boys face.
Their words wiped his happiness without a trace.
A dropp of his tear fell on a white rose's petal.
The petal turned red like a rare earth metal.
The plant pleaded him 'please don't cry'.
The words of the rose plant made him fly.
He took that plant to his garden.
From then his life was a gladden.
He took care of the white rose like a baby.
Loving that white rose was his full-time hobby.
His dreams and heart were filled with love.
His heart was pure like the whitest dove.
At an evening the rose looked dull and dry.
The kid was full of cry and wondering why,
he didn't stopped his painful weep,
that whole night he didn't sleep.
His tired eyes slept for a minute in a doze,
a voice in his dream told something about the rose,
the dawn broke with the rose blooming,
but the kid was gone missing.
He was never been found not even a hint.
His heart was beating under the roots of the rose plant.
Because in his dream he heard that,
the rose can live forever with a human heart.
So he left his heart and he depart.
poem by Vimal Kumar N
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A Dream, a Dream
A dream, A dream,
another dream.
A dream of you,
A dream of love,
A dream of you and me,
we had such chemistry,
If only you could see.
A dream we danced in the moonlight,
A dream we made love til the mornings bright light,
A dream, A dream,
Where my true feeling burst,
A dream, A dream
Makes me feel more hurt.
A dream, A dream,
of true love,
over and over,
over and over,
A dream, A dream
where we are together,
A dream, A dream,
why can't it be real,
A dream, A dream,
where really connect,
A dream, A dream
that I can't reject,
A dream, A dream,
and another dream,
Why can't it be real?
Why can't you love me?
poem by Matthew Petranovich
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Pretty Pink Rose
Shes just been to russia and theyre dying their faces
Theyre dying over there
A pretty pink rose
That rnr lady takes a space-ship ride shes out of this world
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
She tore down paris on the tall of thom paine
But the left wings broken the right insane
A pretty pink rose
Have a nice day, its a killer, turn a cheek
Its a christian code
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
Shes the poor mans gold shes the anarchist crucible
Flying in the face of the despot cannible
Shes a pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose
Pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love, pretty pink rose
Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
song performed by by David Bowie
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My Valentines
This valentines day stricly broken up
for my heart has cried enough
the broken pieces left out to bleed
and the bitter strength did not succeed
for this valentine is only a card
cut out by a single heart
only to show you how much it hurt
for it to simply be torn apart
my heart has been cut too many times to count
pieces given away to my valentines
as if these pieces enables a spell
put on me to control my loveless crimes
all pieces have been given away
thrown away for very shown sharp
causing them to so called bleed, to hurt
even if from my love filled heart
for now they are gone spread out for all too see
my hearts in pieces now cried from tears
now the love is no longer in me
and my thoughts no longer conquer these fears
i have no love left
no heart left
only tears left
only hope left
not even a valentine
poem by Kristinahh KIMBER
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My Phantom Valentine
Chocolate and roses red left at my door
With only a note to proclaim to me
The truth of this romantic holiday is that I have
A secret admirer of my poise and my beauty
One who has long sought to give to me
All of their heart and all of their soul
So as I sit here and ponder
Writing out your anonymous tale
I wonder
Oh yes, I must confess that I do wonder
My Phantom Valentine
Do tell me
Who are you?
To dance the night away
So sweetly
So very tender a embrace
In my arms
That is where and how you say that your dream of me lives
Together forever
Our souls and our hearts bound by destiny
Decreed by fate to be
One forever more
Torn apart never
I must confess that it is my secret longing too
To linger always at your side
My Phantom Valentine
All that I could ever want
All that I could ever need
In this lifetime or any other my love is you
That much I want you to know is true
Me and you
From this moment forward
I am yours
If you will be mine
All I ask of you is this
Show me
Show me that face and kiss me with those lips
Those lips and that face that belong to just one man alone
The man who is you.....
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Confession / Take Me Back
Its May 1st, this day would be our anniversary
Thanks to me its nothing, but a memory
Our relationship lays broken
Due to words left unspoken
When i told you i loved you, i meant it
Its true
But if i did i wouldn't have done the things i do
You set it clear and straight
Told me i was the batter and that i was up to the plate
Its like a regular game, three strikes you're out
But i wasn't about it, i wasn't going to take that route
I have a confession
Its been killing me to say
It wasn't just twice, a couple times in a way
I knew it wasn't right, but the lust took over
I tried to stop, but it was like i was a controller
Each time it happened i felt remorse
I didn't want it to happen, i didn't want it anymore
But somehow i couldn't stop, so i chose to walk away
I didnt want to hurt you, not anymore not this way
I doubt you want to get together after what was said
But if you take me back it won't be a regret
I made my mistakes, i hurt you accidently
But please don't forget you mean eveything to me
Yes, i left because the guilt was getting to me
I've never been the type to cheat, I've turned into an enemy
I want to create something, i want to start anew
Bring it back to February 1st, where it was all brand new
I'm sorry for the mistake, i'm sorry for the good-bye
This time i mean it i want to be true
Happily ever after just me and you
No lies, no heartbreak, no cheating, no nothing
Just love and trust, all for something
Juliana, i love you this is all i know is true
I'm being honest with my feelings, so what are we going to do?
If you love me enough to look past that LAST MISTAKE
I want to take those feelings and make them great
poem by Zoby Cristal
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Send Me The Pillow That You Dream On
Send me the pillow that you dream on
Dont you know that I still care for you
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Each night while Im sleeping oh so lonely
I pray that time will let our dreams come true
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Send me the pillow, send me the pillow
Each night when I sleep I dream about you
And wish that I was dreamin next to you
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Send me the pillow you dream on
Send me the pillow, send me the pillow
Send me, send me, send me the pillow that you dream on
Send me the pillow, send me the pillow
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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It Was How I Remember And That’s Not How It Was
It may have been Classic, yet not elegant
It may have been Love, yet not romantic
It may have been hidden, yet not unforeseen
Yet none came to you
It was my brother’s irreplaceable companion and his little sister
It was my brother’s incredulity and his greatest suspicion
It was my brother’s settlement and his authorization
Yet none came to you
It wasn’t my dream and it wasn’t my fantasy
It wasn’t my concern and it wasn’t my guarantee
It wasn’t my content and it wasn’t my sorrow
It may have been my mother’s hope, yet not her premonition
And now its my animosity