A Pin
Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.
The little chills run up and down my spine whene’er we meet,
Though she seems a gentle creature, and she’s very trim and neat.
And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin,
But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin.
And she pricks you and she sticks you in a way that can’t be said.
If you seek for what has hurt you – why, you cannot find the head.
But she fills you with discomfort and exasperating pain.
If anybody asks you why, you really can’t explain!
A pin is such a tiny thing, of that there is no doubt,
Yet when it’s sticking in your flesh you’re wretched till it’s out.
She’s wonderfully observing – when she meets a pretty girl,
She is always sure to tell her if her hair is out of curl;
And she is so sympathetic to her friend who’s much admires,
She is often heard remarking, ‘Dear, you look so worn and tired.’
And she is an honest critic, for on yesterday she eyed
The new dress I was airing with a woman’s natural pride,
And she said, ‘Oh, how becoming! ’ and then gently added, ‘it
Is really a misfortune that the basque is such a fit.’
Then she said, ‘If you heard me yester eve, I’m sure, my friend,
You would say I was a champion who knows how to defend.’
And she left me with the feeling – most unpleasant, I aver –
That the whole world would despise me is it hadn’t been for her.
Whenever I encounter her, in such a nameless way
She gives me the impression I am at my worst that day.
And the hat that was imported (and cost me half a sonnet) ,
With just one glance from her round eyes becomes a Bowery bonnet.
She is always bright and smiling, sharp and pointed for a thrust;
Use does not seem to blunt her point, nor does she gather rust.
Oh! I wish some hapless specimen of mankind would begin
To tidy up the world for me, by picking up this pin!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Eulalie
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless
curl.
Now Doubt- now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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If Hadn't Got You
If I hadn't got you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I lied all the time
If you never trusted my word
The love that we make
when feelings run high
Is all that makes sense in the world
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
If I ever go back
I'd be looking for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend wouId I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
Who's friend would I be if
I can't take a joke
If I can't pull a smile from a tear
The love that I feel
whenever you're close
Makes yesterday's hurt disappear
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
With my head in my hands
I've been waiting for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
So don't turn away
Never go back
Hold onto love
Cos love is all we have
Maybe you'll be lost in this world
Without me
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in misery
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you, yeah
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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This girl of mine
This girl of mine
Shes so kind and sweet
Fills my heart with cheer
Fills it to the brim
This girl of mine
Shes so mysterious
Fills my head with thought
Fills it with such easy
This girl of mine
Oh so honest and real
Always fills my sight
Never again to be blind
In good
In bad
In best
In worst
In rich
In poor
In happiness
In sadness
In anger
In confusion
No mater what happens
She shall forever remain
This girl of mine.
(not like most of my poems, but it was 3 am in the morning and I wrote it for our 18 month anniversary.)
poem by Justin Jones
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There Once Was A Tiny Girl
there once
was a tiny girl
who grew up
in this world
there once
was a tiny girl
who cried herself to sleep
every night
there once
was a tiny girl
who wore the same dress
every day
there once
was a tiny girl
who wouldn't go out
and play
there once
was a tiny girl
who would bleed and have bruises
from head to toe
there once
was a tiny girl
who begged
daddy, please no more
there once
was a tiny girl
who the angels
heard her prayer
they came down
and took her
to a better place
where that tiny girl
found love
instead of hate
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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The Last Thing You Said
So may people have heard me cry
Since that terrible day when you said goodbye
So many dark corners have heard me say
How the light has gone out since you went away
Everyones heard of how you left me again
Everyones heard about my so-called friend
They tell me Im a fool, but I dont hear a word
cause the last thing you said was the last thing I heard
How many times Ive tried to talk to my heart
But it wont even listen since you tore it apart
I have to tell myself theres only one thing to do
Try and find someone else and forget about you
I know she doesnt mean a thing in the world
I waste my hours with another girl
She says she loves me so but I dont hear a word
cause the last thing you said was the last thing I heard
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Girl, Lady, Woman
Divine mill...
Next...
[chorus]
I need a girl
Someone I can just chill with
I need a lady
Someone I can be real with
I need a woman
That supports everything Im doin
Girl if your that lady, come on woman be my baby
I know this is our first date
But the fact remains, your a candidate
To be
More than just dinner and wine
A girl Id classify as just a friend of mine
Now i
Dont want you to feel uncomfortable
We can take it slow cause we hardly even know each other
But you seem like a girl I could bring home to my mother
[chorus]
To be with me theres pressure for sure
Thats, why shes gotta be secure
In me
In her
In love
In us
Cause...
Therere certain things that I wont discuss...
Like where Ive been
Who I was with
What Ive been doin
That type of shhhh
Cause to love me
Is to trust me
If you want me
Say something (cause i...)
[(chorus) repeat 2x]
See I really wanna please my girl
Cause I really really need my girl
Id never ever leave my girl
So if you wanna be my girl
Come on, come on...
See I really wanna please my girl
Cause I really really need my girl
Id never ever leave my girl
If your that lady, come on woman, be my baby (cause i, i...)
[chorus]
I need a girl...
See I really wanna please my girl
Cause I really really need my girl
Id never ever leave my girl
So if you wanna be my girl
Come on, come on...
I need a girl...
See I really wanna please my girl
Cause I really really need my girl
Id never ever leave my girl
If your that lady, come on woman, be my baby
I need a girl...
So you really wanna be my girl...
Cause I really really need my girl...
Are you down with n e x t my girl...
Down with r.l., t, tweet my girl...
Yah, yah, yah...
I need a girl thats mine o mine
So I can tap that spine o spine
Yah...uh...next...
Ya heard me...
Lets go...
song performed by by Next
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Candyman
Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down,
Open up your windows cuz the candymans in town.
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
Seven come eleven, boys Ill take your money home.
Look out, look out the candyman,
Here he comes and hes gone again.
Pretty lady aint got no friend till,
The candyman comes around again, around again.
I come from memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back to memphis be one less man alive.
Good morning mr. benson, I see youre doing well,
If I had me a shotgun Id blow you straight to hell.
Look out, look out the candyman,
Here he comes and hes gone again.
Pretty lady aint got no friend till,
The candyman comes around again, around again.
Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,
If youve got a dollar boys, lay it on the line,
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round,
Wont you tell everybody you meet that the candymans in town.
Look out, look out the candyman,
Here he comes and hes gone again.
Pretty lady aint got no friend till,
The candyman comes around again, around again.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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That Was Yesterday (extended Version)
I
thought I knew you well
But all this time
I could never tell
I
Let you get away
Haunts me every night and every day
You
Were the only one
The only friend that I counted on
How
Could I watch you walk away?
I'd give anything to have you here today
But now
I stand alone with my pride
And dream
That you're still by my side
But that was yesterday
I had the world in my hands
But it's not the end of my world
It's just a slight change of plans
That was yesterday
But today life goes on
No more hiding in yesterday
'Cause yesterday's gone
Ooh..................
Love
My love I gave it all
Thought I saw the light
When I heard you call
Life
That we both could share
Has deserted me
Left me in despair
But now
I stand alone with my pride
Fighting back the tears
I never let myself cry
But that was yesterday
Love was took from my hands
But it's not the end of my world
It's just a little hard to understand
That was yesterday
But today life goes on
You won't find me in yesterday's world
Now yesterday's gone
Goodbye yesterday
Now it's over and done
Still I hope somewhere deep in your heart
Yesterday will live on
Ooh......
song performed by by Foreigner
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Hello Again
Hello again, my dear bestest friend.
Oh where oh where do I begin.
We are living in a time of pretenders.
Wanna be defenders.
Players and instigators.
Haters and complainers.
Just to fit in.
Hello again my dearest friend.
Oh where oh where do begin.
Being so forthright in such hard times.
Is where I find my clarity and deveristy.
Yes I'm fine. I just got a lot on my mind.
I'm facing a great adversary.
Give me another bloody marry.
So much manipulation of such a tiny constellation.
Its my world please don't.
Its my world please you shouldn't.
You'll ruin it all.
Hello again my dearest friend.
Where oh where do I begin.
So many fond memories that lead to strange eventualities.
Surprise surprise.
The sky has been compromised.
By a blood red sun rise.
Oh how it hurts the eyes.
Images of suicide.
It swallows the whole divide.
A loss of so much pride.
As a little of you dies inside.
Hello hello my dearest friend.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Like A Woman
Like a girl my baby aches
and like a woman she
tells all the world she never breaks,
but can’t break free of me.
Like a girl my baby takes
whatever she can see,
but like a woman never makes
her own way to be free.
Like a girl my baby wakes
when it is time to pee,
but like a woman fills like lakes
when we are I and she.
Like a girl my baby quakes
when we two disagree,
but like a woman she awakes
when she and I are we.
Inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Just Like a Woman”
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that
I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.
poem by Gershon Hepner
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When I Was A Child I Believed
When I was a child
a very young child
I looked at the world
of adults in discussion
their patterns of interaction
their comments reactions
a very strange world
differences between what adults said
and what child were told
their masks worn
and I thought about what
they did and why?
Questions were asked
about what you wanted
to be when you grew up?
The work question was important,
but never asked was how well you
would do this work, and for who?
They were often silent or suddenly angry
‘children were to be seen but not heard’
the news to be listened to in serious silence.
First talk repeat their sounds
to smiles laughter
then don’t talk be silent listen?
First stand walk walk how far
then don’t walk stay wait
where your told don’t go away?
When adults met sometimes they would
start to talk a lot fast all at once not one
at a time and laugh a lot talk walk funny?
Why not be on their best behaviour
nice to others as they told children to be?
Why not choose to be good not bad?
Years later I would smile a lot why not
it costs nothing to smile and often others.
Would catch your smile and smile also?
Even when sad smiling was a good thing to do
to appreciate all you have been given.
Even though you could not always play with
what was given or go outside or play with friends.
Especially on those boring rainy days.
So many games were not allowed if you got dirty?
As a teenager smilie would be a nick name.
That smile given freely to people who needed
to smile but chose to be miserable instead!
It never cost anything to be nice to people either!
To give to help had its own record, it felt good!
Happy people are the nice people to be around!
I believed happiness was the most precious gift,
a person could give another, and if sad then to give,
happiness you did not have; was even more important.
Once in my early twenties I was surprised,
a friend said you cannot be that good,
no one is that good, but I knew I was not good.
At twenty-two when about to travel overseas,
my uncle said you think everyone is your friend,
be careful, everyone you meet; is not your friend.
Now I am older and sadly wiser,
yet I still know that to treat a stranger,
as a friend not a treat is still better.
That to say hello with a smile,
and wish people well,
is still a wonderful thing to do.
I still believe it is a better thing to do.
And when kindness is meet with hostility?
I feel pity for the hurt who choose to hurt.
It is not the right way.
It is not God’s way.
It is still not my way.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Girl Who Had Pele's Hair
For: Samantha
The beautiful young red head
moves in mysterious ways
as she pulled her lava orange stick of wax
from her box of crayons
She is not a girl
actually more of a woman
Yet something in her eyes
is where the secret lies
In the Hawaiian sunset her hair twists and turns
rips and burns
like rivers of burning lava
trust me when I say
'The Past is Today'
Part of Pele is in her
The red head sharpens her crayon
smiling to herself
'I used to have a box of crayons
like that when I was little, ' says the teacher next to her
His face is strained and stressed,
A perfect contrast to the girl
'I used to get upset when my crayons
wore down to nubs, ' says the teacher.
The girl with the lava hair smiles,
'You still do, ' she says softly.
The teacher looks at her,
his eyes far away.
Years later the teacher stops his car,
on a rural road, next to an old lady walking,
The old lady's formerly red hair replaced,
by Pele's grayish silver ash.
The teacher rolls down his window,
The old lady smiling through missing teeth.
'Do you need a ride? '
The Teacher asks the old lady.
The old lady looks down the open road.
She shakes her head.
The teacher smiles with tears in his eyes,
And a feeling that will not go away,
remembering the past today.
poem by Joseph DeMarco
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Rat 3
you must have heard about what they are saying.
i say, you have seen shadows cast on the walls of ignorance.
my hands are not birds.
they tell you that they are scissors.
my face does not have gentle eyes
did they tell you that what i have are raging balls of fire?
i have heard what you have heard too
that in my world there lives the eye of the storm
that in my orbit, there is this path that destroys
every passer-by
or even the innocent traveler,
i am tired of all these
shadows and shadows
they have not gone deep inside the oceans of my being
they have not felt the gentleness of my sands at the bottom
they are wrong
but in my silence i do not wish to correct that impression.
i know myself and that is enough
instruction at the gate of Delphi
where Tiresias is waiting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Unique Friend Thats How We Roll :)
My friend is unique
My friend is one of a kind
My friend is perfect
My friend is someone hard to find
My friend is sweet
My friend is kind
My friend will always be there
My friend could just blow your mind
My friend has such a striking heart
My friend is so trustworthy
My friend he is oh so smart
My friend eased my pain
My friend dried my tears away
My friend that never faces fears
My friend has such an exquisite smile
My friend has the world’s purest heart by a mile
my dear friend thats how we roll
My friend that is best of the best in the entire world
My friend the one I will never forget of all the friends I’ve ever met…
you know who you are told you one day you will be a star as thats what you are :)
poem by Nicky Joyce
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Will you be my friend?
Will you be my friend?
In a gentle manner he asks
Will you be my friend?
Or is that too much of a task?
Many a time when feeling lonely
I long to be loved
Welcomed and made to feel homely
A friend I need
One who can share my joys
Friendship I seek, and not to destroy
A friend I need
Someone not afraid to tell me off
When ever I am wrong
Instead encourage me to be strong
Someone who can
Life my spirits when I am down
Not look upon me with a frown
Will you be my friend?
In a gentle manner he asks
Will you be my friend?
Or is that too much of a task?
‘Why me’ she curiously asks
I’m no beauty behind my mask
And he replies, ’ Because you are so gentle’
Patiently understanding and simple
You exhibit utmost kindness
The title friendship goddess
Is yours, if I am honest with gladness
You display compassion and intelligence
You never judge and there is no pretence
My life with you will make a difference
We rhyme together in towns
And joke around like clowns
When we talk on the phone
I merrily feel not alone
You shine like the sun and are fun
You are always there with support
Continuously making sacrificial efforts
Well then, I am already your friend
She says, ‘unless you want our friendship to end.’
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Honest
Honesty Is a very precious word
Very difficult to find
in this world u can't get a pure person
everyone is so untrue
Honesty Its hardly ever heard
and
mostly we want it from this world
I didn't get any person till now
to say that they sympathize on me
help me in my worry time
even if wear a shady tear
i don't get some pretty face
who will tell me i m with you
All i want is someone to believe.
i can't find a friend such like that
so better to live a life like that how u want to
make marry never be hurry
just clap your hand
&
say everything gonna be ok
poem by Sweta Leena Panda
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Portrait in profile only
How clear a portrait of you
that he painted – that slight stoop
of backbone; life has been heavy on you, yet
has not worn you down; the shoulders say,
I’m weathering it; the hair drawn back, and
tidy; time’s not for wasting on your hair;
your gaze, I guess, is straight ahead;
those lines around the corners tell us that;
you promised that you’d sit for him;
but when time’s up, you know exactly
then what’s next to do.. you’re living here,
you’re human; and we care…
and yet… and so… and yet…
I want to look into your eyes;
I want to know, what do you think of him,
the one who paints this poem about one
who may, may not, be you…
what do you think? Do you think this is you?
Does this surprise you, tell you
who you are, or who you might still be?
I’m greedy for the truth always –
Lady – wife, mother, aunt, good friend,
stranger from across the street,
paragraph in the novel of his life –
I’m holding back a world of love,
it only needs a glance from you..
tell me, why does his poem
only paint your sideview? Whose eyes were missing
when he wrote of you?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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That Was Yesterday
I thought I knew you well
But all this time I could never tell
I let you get away
Haunts me every night and every day
You were the only one
The only friend that I counted on
How could I watch you walk away
Id give anything to have you here today
But now I stand alone with my pride
And dream that youre still by my side
But that was yesterday
I had the world in my hands
But its not the end of my world
Just a slight change of plans
That was yesterday
But today life goes on
No more hiding in yesterday
cause yesterdays gone
Love, my love I gave it all
Thought I saw the light
When I heard you call
Life that we both could share
Has deserted me
Left me in despair
But now I stand alone with my pride
Fighting back the tears I never let myself cry
But that was yesterday
Love was torn from my hands
But its not the end of my world
Just a little hard to understand
That was yesterday
But today life goes on
You wont find me in yesterdays world
Now yesterdays gone
Goodbye yesterday
Now its over and done
Still I hope somewhere deep in your heart
Yesterday will live on
song performed by by Foreigner
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Typical Emo Love Poem
Girl meets Boy
Girl falls in love
Boy falls in love with Girl's Friend
Friend goes out with Boy
Girl is left with only thoughts
Friend breaks up with Boy
Girl asks Boy out
Boy said yes!
Girl, Boy, and Friend are happy
Boy gets in trouble with Dad
Boy breaks up with Girl
Girl is left again with only thoughts
Two weeks past
Friend and Boy go out again
Girl ends life.
poem by Brie Carter
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Making Friends
making friends
is like breaking the ice
each piece shows up
with a difference
some sharp
some round
the looks
the interests
and tastes
as varying as
they appear
some like books
some like music
some like sports
while some like bits and pieces of everything
for every new person I meet
i would be like
the sun is to the bloom
let it glow in pride, beauty
in the shadows
I seek them out
to enable them
exhibit their beauty
open their eyes
to the best in themselves
so that like the bloom
they would dance with joy
i would stand by my friend
be his sun or moon
to help him bloom
be it day or night
to help his world go round
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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