Lady Hertford to Lord William Hamilton
Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes,
Since how can I speak without pain?
My eyes oft have told you my wishes,
Why don't you their meaning explain?
My passion will lose by expression,
And you may too cruelly blame;
Then do not expect a confession
Of what is too tender to name.
Since yours is the province of speaking,
How can you then hope it from me?
Our wishes should be in our keeping,
'Till yours tell us what they should be.
Alas! then, why don't you discover?
DId your heart feel such torments as mine,
Eyes need not tell over and over,
What I in my breast would confine.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Never let the 'Hope' die...!
Hopes are feathers, a wish is a bird
One may find this simile a little absurd
Hold on, do not lose patience
As I will explain to you the essence
Behind this there is a theory
I shall relate this with a story
Feathers, they keep the bird warm
Likewise hopes keep our wishes strong
Clip the feathers and the bird will not fly
Were it not for hope our wishes would die
My fellow beings, listen to what i have to say
Keep on hoping, what you wish for will come your way
Let your wishes, as birds, freely fly
As long as your hope, you never let die.
poem by Ravi Singh
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Lately
Lately, I have had the strangest feeling
With no vivid reason here to find
Yet the thought of losing yous been hanging
round my mind
Far more frequently youre wearing perfume
With you say no special place to go
But when I ask will you be coming back soon
You dont know, never know
Well, Im a man of many wishes
Hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye
Lately Ive been staring in the mirror
Very slowly picking me apart
Trying to tell myself I have no reason
With your heart
Just the other night while you were sleeping
I vaguely heard you whisper someones name
But when I ask you of the thoughts your keeping
You just say nothings changed
Well, Im a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye, goodbye
Oh, Im a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye
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The Vision
He sees his future
In the eyes of the girl.
The deep brown eyes
That smile at him.
He dreams of the day
When those eyes
Will look only at him,
And she will be his.
He watches her laugh.
He only wishes that
She would laugh with him,
Only see him.
He is the kind of guy
That only dreams,
Does not approach her,
But wishes that he could
His heart pounds in his chest
As she walks to him.
He looks away,
Maybe she won't notice him.
She greets him,
And he blushes fire
As she laughs the only
Laugh that matters.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Love Elegy, to Laura
Too heedless friend, why thus augment the flame
That glows resistless in my beating breast?
Why with thy praises grace his fatal name,
Who robs thy Emma's hapless heart of rest?
Why needest thou dwell on Henry's graceful ease;
Why praise the timid worth his glance reveals;
Why speak enraptured of his power to please,
Whose power to wound my aching bosom feels?
Say not, "That gentle voice was formed for love,"
Nor in his eyes such sweet expression see;
Say not, that tenderness those glances prove,
Which never fix with tenderness on me.
Too well my Henry's charms I've numbered o'er,
And thus to end the fond survey is mine:
His heart will own some brighter fair one's power;
Think not, lost Emma, he can e'er be thine.
Yet why despair? Though Beauty's boasted rose
On others' cheeks in livelier colours shine,
The tender heart that in my bosom glows
The palm of fondness will to none resign.
Though brighter radiance beams in others' eyes,
By shape, by colour formed the soul to steal;
If Love's expression Henry's heart can prize,
Then, Henry's heart the power of mine must feel.
Yet vain the hope: "Fond maid, thy love suppress,"
Calm Reason cries; "go, learn to check the sigh:
But, if resolved to love in rash excess,
Seek out some lonely shade, despair, and die!"
Then, Laura, bid to Henry's praise farewel!
Forget his merit, and my hopeless flame;
On the dear theme no more ill-judging dwell,
And from thy memory blot his fatal name.
But if I urge this plaintive prayer in vain,
Bid execrations on that name attend;
And him, my Laura, view with cold disdain,
Who sees unmoved the sorrows of thy friend.
Say, such the scorn, the pride of Henry's breast,
It cannot Love's endearing softness share,
Say, vice degrades....Hold! slight my wild request,
Nor by such calumny my fury dare.
No....from my frantic wishes still appeal,
Declare that Henry is from error free;
Or the keen hate for him I bade thee feel,
My wayward heart will learn to feel for thee.
poem by Amelia Opie
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No! Keep It
Why are you smiling so broadly?
It is clear you have been prevented,
From achieving your wishes and desires.
'Really?
Gee, I didn't know that.
And which wishes and desires,
Am I being prevented to achieve? '
I uh
Only you would know that.
Maybe those who are trying to prevent you,
Know that too.
'You might have a point.
Who are they? '
The ones preventing you from achieving!
You know
Your wishes and desires.
'Oh!
So
Maybe I shouldn't smile so broadly,
To have anyone detect
My wishes and desires have already been met.'
No!
Keep it.
Let them believe you are crazed.
They think it anyway.
But lose that skipping down the street business.
That will really throw them off.
'Hmmm
Maybe you have a point.
Maybe I'll go back to my arrogant strut and swagger.
You know
The one they associate with pretentiousness? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Lonley Girls Wishes
a lonley girl wishes for one thing,
and one thing only,
to end her life,
only one person can changer her mind,
her lover,
because a lonley girl wishes for,
someone who can love her without being told,
someone who is warm and not cold,
a lonley girl wishes to be treated like gold,
they want to be loved,
they want to be held,
a lonley girl wishes to be out of danger zones,
they want no more than to die or be loved,
i would know,
i am a lonley girl and these are my wishes.
poem by Alicia Roseberry
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Only A Sad Mistake
Only a blunder-a sad mistake;
All my own fault and mine alone.
The saddest error a heart can make;
I was so young, or I would have known.
Only his rare, sweet, tender smile;
Only a lingering touch of his hand.
I think I was dreaming all the while,
The reason I did not understand.
Yet, somewhere, I've read men woo this way;
That eyes speak, sometimes, before the tongue.
And I was sure he would speak some day;
Pardon the folly-I was so young.
Was I, say-for now I am old!
So old, it seems like a hundred years
Since I felt my heart growing hard and cold
With a pain too bitter and deep for tears.
I saw him lean over the stranger's chair,
With a warm, new light in his beautiful eyes;
And I woke from my dreaming, then and there,
And went out of my self-made Paradise.
He never loved me-I know, I see!
Such sad, sad blunders as young hearts make.
She did not win him away from me,
For he was not mine. It was my mistake.
A woman should wait for a man to speak
Before she dreams of his love, I own;
But I was a girl-girls' hearts are weak;
And the pain, like the fault, is mine alone.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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But I still love you (Russian romance)
You play with me and I can see it,
Sometimes you even laugh at me,
Sometimes I hate you, dear fellow,
Sometimes I pray to be with you.
Can't find the treatment to forget you,
There are much sorrow in my heart,
Though you just show off my dear
But anyway I still love you.
So many hearts were broken by you
But you don't care and hell with you!
You never loved my dear fellow
And love is not to come with you.
My hope is only consolation,
Yes, I still hope and I endure,
You are so heartless I am sure
But anyway I still love you.
But may be time will come, my dear
And one day you will fall in love.
You'll stop to laugh, my dear fellow
And passion will excite your blood.
I'll see your sufferings, my dear,
My torments I'll make up, be sure.
I wish you just the same torments
But anyway I....still.... love you.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Jacqueminots
I MAY not speak in words, dear, but let my words be flowers,
To tell their crimson secret in leaves of fragrant fire;
They plead for smiles and kisses as summer fields for showers,
And every purple veinlet thrills with exquisite desire.
O, let me see the glance, dear, the gleam of soft confession
You give my amorous roses for the tender hope they prove;
And press their heart-leaves back, love, to drink their deeper passion,
For their sweetest, wildest perfume is the whisper of my love!
My roses, tell her, pleading, all the fondness and the sighing,
All the longing of a heart that reaches thirsting for its bliss;
And tell her, tell her, roses, that my lips and eyes are dying
For the melting of her love-look and the rapture of her kiss.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Doubt shall not make an end of you
Doubt shall not make an end of you
nor closing eyes lose your shape
when the retina's light fades;
what dawns inside me will light you.
In our public lives we may confine ourselves to darkness,
our nowhere mouths explain away our dreams,
but alone we are incorruptible creatures,
our light sunk too deep to be of any social use
we wander free and perfect without moving
or love on hard carpets
where couples revolving round the room
end found at its centre.
Our love like a whale from its deepest ocean rises -
I offer this and a multitude of images
from party rooms to oceans,
the single star and all its reflections;
being completed we include all
and nothing wishes to escape us.
Beneath my hand your hardening breast agrees
to sing of its own nature,
then from a place without names our origin comes shivering.
Feel nothing separate then,
we have translated each other into light
and into love go streaming.
poem by Brian Patten
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Wetness
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Denying heat wont make it go away.
Saying something different,
Is in conflict with your mission.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Lie about it!
Try to hide those naked wishes in your mind.
Deny and fight it.
But you know fresh meat is what you want to find.
To bump and grind as you're sighing.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
You despair for nakedness and wetness.
You want it there,
Some sex and wetness.
Keeping you uptight at night,
And restless.
Ooooohhhyeah...
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
mmmmm...
That sex and wetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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D.J.'s
By the way, every little thing about her face
Fills him up, the image so pleasing it could never be erased
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
By the way she says things, the tone, just to hear her voice
He can't explain, the sound so exciting to him a perfect choice
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking carefree innocent she's slightly sneaky
Confident and proud from another country has her way lives for today by
the
Way she's far away
By the way, holding her, hugging her can feel so warm
Just think about it, two bodies embracing, creating love in this form
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking crazy
Then she kissed him and she went away
Far across to San Francisco Bay
You'd think that she would think again
And only want to be with him
Regardless of the things that pull her far away, she's far away...
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking crazy
By the way she's far away and by the way she's far away
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking
By the way she's far away and by the way she's far away
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I See Lovers
I see lovers wherever I go
but they do not see me.
Their looks are just for each other
and I wonder how I can be
content without the eyes of a lover
shining for my sight?
I long for his heart to love me
and warm me in the night.
Nights are cold and lonely
and my thoughts are lonely too.
My lover, you're with another
and my heart is missing you.
I try to avert my eyes now
from wherever lovers are found.
For to see the happiness between them
makes me come unwound.
If only wishes could find their way
to reach you then you'd feel
what I'm feeling when you're not here
and what that does reveal.
A soul that's lost in a world of lovers
whose eyes don't look like mine.
I don't belong to that world anymore.
I belong where lovers pine.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Beautiful Breast
Dainty, delicate and delicious doth meet
On thine breast tender, mild and sweet
Beauty in thy heart veiled by a beauteous breast
Seizes mine sight and mine heart arrest
Thou art a manifestation of tranquil beauty
Nurturing life, possessing love's duty
Enticingly sweet thy gravitate to me
With all love's passion glistening on the breast of thee
Thou kiss mine lips with thine tender breast
And I doth taste thy flesh while thine heart caress
Mine heart too, wert love in us doth meet
On thine tender, mild breast, lovely and sweet
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Between My Wishes and Suspicions
When I say I'm eleven,
I'm not speaking of my wit.
I'm speaking of what I've got,
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
When I say I'm eleven,
I'm not speaking of my wit.
I'm speaking of what I've got,
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't tease a bit.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't even plead the 5th.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions,
I can handle it.
And anything else I choose to take on.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't tease a bit.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't even plead the 5th.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions,
I can handle it.
And anything else I choose to take on.
When I say I'm eleven,
I'm not speaking of my wit.
I'm speaking of what I've got,
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't tease a bit.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions.
I don't even plead the 5th.
Between my...
Wishes and suspicions,
I can handle it.
And anything else I choose to take on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Falling Star
Shining, sparkling in the darkness night
You’re the light from above that so bright
A falling star that I’ve been waiting
Hear my wishes as now I whisper
And feel what my heart is been a desire
Falling star you like an angel
Send by heaven with a magic spell
Show to me the light that dance in a glow,
I hear you singing as you go away
It granted my wishes as like what I say
To let my dear friend here to stay.
Twinkle, dazzling, dancing in neon light
let you be an angel and keep us guide
can I touch you and hold you tight
all I can do is to stare at you
saying my wishes hope it will come true.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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The Saddest Fate
To touch a broken lute,
To strike a jangled string,
To strive with tones forever mute
The dear old tunes to sing--
What sadder fate could any heart befall?
Alas! dear child, never to sing at all.
To sigh for pleasures flown,
To weep for withered flowers,
To count the blessings we have known,
Lost with the vanished hours--
What sadder fate could any heart befall?
Alas! dear child, ne'er to have known them at all.
To dream of love and rest,
To know the dream has past,
To bear within an aching breast
Only a void at last--
What sadder fate could any heart befall?
Alas! dear child, ne'er to have loved at all.
To trust an unknown good,
To hope, but all in vain,
Over a far-off bliss to brood,
Only to find it pain--
What sadder fate could any soul befall?
Alas! dear child, never to hope at all.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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When Each Thing, Save The Lover In Spring, Reviveth To Pleasure.
WHEN Windsor walls sustain'd my wearied arm ;
My hand my chin, to ease my restless head ;
The pleasant plot revested green with warm ;
The blossom'd boughs, with lusty Ver1 y-spread ;
The flower'd meads, the wedded birds so late
Mine eyes discover ; and to my mind resort
The jolly woes, the hateless, short debate,
The rakehell 2 life, that 'longs to love's disport.
Wherewith, alas! the heavy charge of care
Heap'd in my breast breaks forth, against my will
In smoky sighs, that overcast the air.
My vapour'd eyes such dreary tears distil,
The tender spring which quicken where they fall ;
And I half bend to throw me down withal.
poem by Henry Howard
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Gonna Make You Mine
Since the time we met never shall forget
The magic feeling when I look in your eyes
Every now and then I see you again
But the words never come out right
I've always been painfully shy
I hide what I feel inside
Tonight I (never let you get away)
Open my heart (Invite you in to stay)
I need you (more than words can say)
And I hope you feel the same
(Gonna make you mine, I'll make you mine)
You've captured my heart
And I won't take no for an answer
(Gonna make you mine, I'll make you mine)
Hope that there's a chance, Baby
That we can get together
Cause I (Gonna make you mine) gonna make you see
(Gonna make you mine) you were meant for me
(Gonna make you mine)
I wanna love you endlessly
Many times before I would just ignore
Love when it came around and knocked on my door
Keeping to myself, trusting no one else
I've put my heart out of reach on a shelf
With you I can't pass up this chance
For a once in a lifetime romance
Cause after all (someone said it very plain)
When it comes to love (no pain no gain)
I think I'll (take a chance on you)
And you know I play to win I'm
(Gonna make you mine, I'll make you mine)
You've captured my heart
And I won't take no for an answer
(Gonna make you mine, I'll make you mine)
Hope that there's a chance, Honey
That we can get together
Cause I (gonna make you mine)
Gonna make you see (Gonna make you mine)
You were meant for me (Gonna make you m
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A wish that one day
A wish that one day,
I can face the courage,
And beset myself upon the task,
To carry on a conversation with someone,
Without judgement,
Without guilt,
Without shyness,
And without remorse.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage
To carry out a conversation with someone,
With love in my heart,
And happiness in my eyes,
With soul within my voice,
And strength behind each word.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage,
To carry out a conversation with someone,
Not only within my head,
Or within my mind,
But with an actual person with
A name, a heart, a soul,
A personality, a peace of mind.
All of which I don't know
And all of whuich is foreign to me.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage,
To carry out a conversation with someone,
With the confidence to say my name out loud,
To be heard,
To be known,
To be recognized,
And to be loved.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage,
To carry out all these wishes,
And know that wishes do come true,
That there is truth behind a wish,
Behind hope,
And a reason why I should
Keep making wishes,
Why I should start to hope
Because I do not know any now.
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