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She Danced Like Wolf

She danced like wolf,
Her eyes rocked his mind.
Waist gave an Invitation.
I lost my Love!
His voice turned coarse,
He didn't remorse,
I remained in a corner,
As a wingless Dove!
Her wildness became wilder.
Lips cocked like ever...
It drove him mad,
But I never did leave.
Many sleepless nights went by,
My bed was missing him.
Flowers of garden were no more,
There was only a withered Leaf!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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SleepLess Nights

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

Tossing and turning
Too much on my mind

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

Laying awake staring
At the celing

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

So tired I cant move
So tired I can't sleep

Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

When will dreams come?

poem by Autumn Winds
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Rock You Like A Hurricane

Its early morning
The sun comes out
Last night was shaking
And pretty loud
My cat is purring
And scratches my skin
So what is wrong
With another sin
The bitch is hungry
She needs to tell
So give her inches
And feed her well
More days to come
New places to go
Ive got to leave
Its time for a show
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
My body is burning
It starts to shout
Desire is coming
It breaks out loud
Lust is in cages
Till storm breaks loose
Just have to make it
With someone I choose
The night is calling
I have to go
The wolf is hungry
He runs the show
Hes licking his lips
Hes ready to win
On the hunt tonight
For love at first sting
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Rocked you like a hurricane
Its early morning
The sun comes out
Last night was shaking
And really loud
My cat is purring
It scracthed my skin
So what is wrong
With another sin
The night is calling
I have to go
The wolf is hungry
He runs the show
Hes licking his lips
Hes ready to win
On the hunt tonight
For love at first sting
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am

song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleepless Nights

Through these sleepless nights
i cry for you
And wonder who
is kissing you
Oh these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Somehow through the days
I don't give in
I hide my tears
That wait within
Oh but then through sleepless nights
I cry again
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
My love, please end these sleepless nights for me

song performed by by Norah Jones
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They are still my kin

I didn’t go to him for any favour;
He remained my friend.

I didn’t do with him any business;
He remained my cousin.

I didn’t have with him any common roof;
He remained my brother.

I didn’t keep to her my eyes wide open;
She remained my wife.

I didn’t get from them any allowance;
They remained my children.

It is as good as they are none to me;
With the God’s grace I could keep them as mine.
19.09.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Night, Nights Sleepless

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
Thou you asked love to
lend some happiness
fate has gifted you
sadness for life

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
all boats are gone
and flooded away
your loved ones pierced
you with dagger of lies

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
now why are you smiling
whilst bleeding tears
your sun is set
before even rise

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
there was just a hope
on a peck of straw
alas! it is also burnt
now ashes doth lies

Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise

poem by Asif Baloch
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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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Norway

I packed up my bags,
My shoes, my clothes,
My toiletries.
Packed everything
I needed
For my holiday
To Norway.

My mind was set
So was my mood
To have a great time.

But when I boarded
The plane, something
Wasn’t right, as if
Something was missing.

I had taken all caution
And a lot of care to see
That nothing goes wrong
And yet, somehow I knew,
Something didn’t feel right.

I checked all over again
Did a memory drill of my mind
To see what was missing.
But it didn’t have a clue
Despite being so pragmatic,
And ‘right’ in all its social codes.

Politically correct, that’s what they say,
When the mind “knows it all”
Yet I knew it didn’t know,
What was missing, what was so wrong
About not having it with me.

I delved deep inside my feelings….
Then did I fathom what was missing,
Without which I felt so empty and inept.

Yes, I packed all what I could take with me
Yet, my heart remained to be with thee….

And so I left my heart, that wouldn’t budge
No matter where I went, it always had to
Holiday with thee, never wanting to come with me.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Red wine Of May

Red wine of May

I 've never seen your icon front-straight
some weeds on a deserted slate
I was looking for a Sunday...

My hands clenching the windows ledge
searching a crucifix sharp wedge
one sorrow of our May...

You turned in, a later feast, became
(of these nights only a claim)
a barren route to travel.

How many routes upon ocean ways
to travel along our fog's haze
to far away marginal isles?

I didn't meet you in those cold nights
you were in clay bricks and lights
my lonely soul's census.

Remember me the 10th of Septembers
cold first rains, my mind's embers
our lost way of Spring...

Was it an invitation of Maenads
or a trial upon dead errands
one of my remaining wounds?

My ash inside an ancient amphora
or we routed nice, in euphoria
traveling together in light...

Maybe you decided to serve me aptly
in a corner, bend to kiss me softly
sweet red wine of May?
.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Because Of A Kiss

It all started
with a kiss
A torrid kiss
A silent sigh
Tears from eyes
You’re not my beau
But I didn’t oppose
You thought
I was mad
Because I cried

Yes, I was inflamed
Because from that time
I had my sleepless nights
Your kiss
Still I could feel the heat
My whole being
Was enchanted by it

Yes, I was inflamed
Because I gave you the chance
How did I let you
I was owned by other man
I cried for I was in guilt
This man I never gave any kiss
Even a gentle pat
He didn’t beg to have one

Yes, I was inflamed
Because you were so fast
And your kiss was sweet
I became a prisoner of it
Now I am your wife
And you’re my man

poem by Rose de Ramar
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Robbo

Wingless Angels,
Come and stay here with me;
For i am alone in the bush of love,
And my name is Robbo.

12 nights of love and 12 nights of peace,
Come and guide me and take me home;
For the dark is with mindless thoughts!
But i am Robbo in the bush of love and,
I need your help oh Wingless Angels! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Go Go Around

Alone upon the sidewalks of despair
'Twas there she wandered
With her suitcase in her hand
Her fate she pondered
Only a go-go girl in love with someone who didn't care
She met him on a night so rare when her friends were there
And the band was groovin'
When he gave a glance that said how much he would like to meet her
How was she to know at the time
He would mistreat her
In her case she danced for him although a hundred eyes were turned her
way
And before the set was through he knew
She would be his loved one
Only a go-go girl in love with someone who didn't care
Only twenty-one, she was a young girl just in from somewhere
He's playin' up in Michigan with a group they call The Intended
With a kiss, and a promise, he was gone
The song was ended
But as she walks, she waits for him the pavement is a shoulder for her
tears
But in her heart she knows there is no way
She can hope to change him
Only a go-go girl in love with someone who didn't care
Only twenty-one, she was a young girl just in from somewhere
Only a go-go girl in love with someone who didn't care
A go-go girl in love

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Possession

THE child was yours and none of mine,
And yet you gave it me to keep,
And bade me sew it raiment fine,
And wrap my kisses round its sleep.

I carried it upon my breast,
I fed it in a world apart,
I wrapped my kisses round its rest,
I rocked its cradle with my heart.

When in mad nights of rain and storm
You turned us homeless from your door,
I wrapped it close, I kept it warm,
And brought it safe to you once more.

But the last time you drove us forth,
The snow was wrapped about its head,
That night the wind blew from the North,
And on my heart the child was dead.

The child is mine and none of yours,
My life was his while he had breath,
What of your claim to him endures,
Who only gave him birth and death?

poem by Edith Nesbit
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0291 Before the Fall

All was quiet in the Garden of Eden;
the apple hung there, ripe, uneaten;
the serpent's voice remained unheard;
and not a fig leaf stirred.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Vines of Eternity

I see vines entwined into a circle.
There are flowers, they look pink, red maybe.
Off to the left I think I see a stairway, maybe one to heaven.
And I see a moon and it looks like a tunnel of life
or love possibly.There are figurines in the center
swirling around in space.And there is a void
at the top left corner, signifying small doubts and
fears, which always reside in the corners of our minds.
As a whole impact now, it's an open invitation to share
with someone special, a special place, a garden next to
heavens frontgate, where two spirits can entwine in love
and race each other to the moon where as free spirits
can share the secrets only God knows.

poem by Midnights Voice
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Beauty can be so desirous I never knew

Beauty
Can be so desirous
I never knew
I did not understand
What beauty meant
Can any one
Mesmerize?
I never believed
Sleepless nights
Can cause havoc
In the heart and mind
I never realized
I did not know
One can become lost
Even when in senses
Till I didn’t see you

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Poem to a Secret Love

You are the missing song to my heart
The eternal beauty of which I dream
That wry smile across my face
When I am lost deep in thought
You are the secret I have poorly kept
The muse to so many poems
The reason I believe in romance
My heart is still waiting for you
I look at the flowers in bloom
The full colour of spring
If I could take every flower
I would sow a garden in your name
The birds would come and sing
And butterflies fill the air
Yet none would be as lovely
Or as beautiful as you
I say your name and I’m smiling
I think of you and feel warm
You the secret I have so poorly kept
The one of who I so often dream
The missing song to my heart
The one who has taken my love
And turned it to a work of art

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Lips Dance

Kiss is
Danceses for
Lips...
Lips is

Danced for
Words...
With out word...
Lips danced with

Kiss is
A lips dance...
With sex...
With love...

With gift...
With happy...
With wish...
with to with

Danced for lips
A kiss...
Thankiss...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I Danced My Life Away

I saw the faces of the moon...
the yawns of the stars at night.
The moon is wilder every minute
as I danced my life away.

I saw the last rays of the fallen sun
dying into a dance...dying as they fade.
The rain dropped slowly and dreams gather
as I danced my life away.

I saw as days turn to empty nights...
the beauty of the water as it sparkles.
But i never saw you-
so I danced my life away.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Lady, What Are You Doing With Your Life?

you gave up your career
in that busy city where you are what they call
a necessity
giving you importance, that feeling of being
needed
you have meaning, they gave you meaning
now, you have lost this
meaning,
you believed him when he said
i love you
and now the demands are many
you gave him your love, your life, you gave him
posterity, his kids, you gave him a home
a garden, a room where you make love
you sweat it out, this love you have for him
you learned to cook and sew and
entertain him and his kids
on the nights after you make love with him
you look at the ceiling your eyes wide open
refusing sleep you walk up and open the
door, you walk farther to open this window
looking for some stars
to light you to guide you
you are lost
in their dark space on a crowded universe

there is no more place for you
you have no face
and now, you realize this great loss
this misfortune

you are taking lunch with us
you talk the whole day
my wife shall help you find your way again

to yourself, take back the name that they
have stolen

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Parting II

AND you could leave me now--
After the first remembered whispered vow
Which sings for ever and ever in my ears--
The vow which God among His Angels hears--
After the long-drawn years,
The slow hard tears,
Could break new ground, and wake
A new strange garden to blossom for your sake,
And leave me here alone,
In the old garden that was once our own?

How should I learn to bear
Our garden's pleasant ways and pleasant air,
Her flowers, her fruits, her lily, her rose and thorn,
When only in a picture these appear--
These, once alive, and always over-dear?
Ah--think again: the rose you used to wear
Must still be more than other roses be
The flower of flowers. Ah, pity, pity me!

For in my acres is no plot of ground
Whereon could any garden site be found,
I have but little skill
To water weed and till
And make the desert blossom like the rose;
Yet our old garden knows
If I have loved its ways and walks and kept
The garden watered, and the pleasance swept.

Yet--if you must--go now:
Go, with my blessing filling both your hands,
And, mid the desert sands
Which life drifts deep round every garden wall,
Make your new festival
Of bud and blossom--red rose and green leaf.
No blight born of my grief
Shall touch your garden, love; but my heart's prayer
Shall draw down blessings on you from the air,
And all we learned of leaf and plant and tree
Shall serve you when you walk no more with me
In garden ways; and when with her you tread
The pleasant ways with blossoms overhead
And when she asks, 'How did you come to know
The secrets of the ways these green things grow?'
Then you will answer--and I, please God, hear,
'I had another garden once, my dear'.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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