Grimace of a delicacy
When he strums her heart strings,
The changeable expressions you can see on her face.
Once it's very painful and amusing too.
This rare fragile creature was not Rough clay,
It's really a precious soul but not a toy?
You please handle with a care!
You have to be more careful when the breakage occurs.
A piece of a broken heart is sharper than a razor.
To the rare nocturnal flowers
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Rare, Precious & Gone
Cry baby boy, not tears of joy
The one you held is no longer your toy
Shes got her new boots and her make up on
You can call her your friend
But not your lover again
Shes made it clear as air that this affair is at an end
So what are you doing holding on?
Dont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
She was soft in your hands, now shes shattered your plans
Im sympathetic but youve got to understand
You tried to squeeze her somewhere
She just dont belong
She was being sincere when she breathed in your ear
As long as there were stars in the night sky shed be near
Even angels get it wrong!
Wont you see shes
Rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Its a subtle trap
Seeding guilt in her mind
But she aint taking your crap
This time
Boy youre out on a line...
Shes a queen among women, a child among queens
The finest thing that your lovesick eyes have ever seen
Shes a rose without a thorn
Shes a peach, shes a prize
A gift in disguise
Shes graceful and colourful and when she grows
Shell be wise
But most of all my friend, shes gone
Gone, gone gone!
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Rare, precious and shes gone
Yes, shes rare, precious and shes gone
Shes rare, precious and shes gone
Gone, gone gone...
song performed by by Waterboys
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~not Easily Broken~
a love freely offered
by a courageous heart
is eagerly admired and
marvelled over as
a rare find
a precious treasure
reverently encased
behind fine glass
and placed on a pedestal
appreciated for
its beauty
its purity
its innocence
from a far
but remains
fearfully unaccepted
by a Soul
blinded by the
deceptions of fear
that whisper lies
of unworthiness
though geatly desired
by this troubled Soul
the love freely offered
by the courageous heart is
rejected at every offering
each rejection
inflicting pain
upon this tender fragile heart
in its naivity
its ever hopeful state
is easily hurt
and easily bruised
yet the Soul
of this tender courageous heart
though admired for
its beauty
its purity
its innocence
it is disconnected
and remains alone
and often lonely
yet perseveres
beyond the rejection
still hurt and bruised
but not easily broken
for the Soul of the tender heart
longs to be taken
from behind the bevelled glass
no longer admired or treasured
as a rare find
but cherished
and loved in return
poem by Soulful One
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Rare Friend
I will be your rare friend;
Spend many hours meditating on your success.
I will be your rare friend;
Be there for you when you are not at your best.
I will be your rare friend;
One who will take you home when your legs tire.
I will be your rare friend;
And will be beside you when go through the fire.
I will be your rare friend;
When others abandon you and laugh at you.
I will be your rare friend;
Not caring the color of your skin or what you do.
I will be your rare friend;
I will be your rare friend because its true, I am you.
poem by Saint Eule
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A Rare Flower Blooms Only Once In a Blue Moon!
Just as Nature is an inspiration to spirit
Poetry is an inspiration to the heart ever!
Musical poems full of meaning delight all
Like the freshly blossomed flowers do to all!
Poems delight heart, inspire mind and
Elevate spirit to higher level ever in bliss!
Poems mean inspiration and delight to heart
That remain in mind ever to inspire soul ever!
Nature and poetry are reality and reflection
As Shakespeare did with his art of poems
Reflecting human life in all its totality ever
As rare flowers alive for all to enjoy ever!
Poems of such kind are flowers of rare variety
Such flowers bloom only once in a blue moon!
poem by Ramesh T A
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True Friendship so Rare!
A true Friendship so special and more than rare
Like the precious gem found not, everywhere
It’s a perfect joy and beauty with good grace.
When a heart is filled with a true friend’s face.
The hand touches you, love and special care.
And soon be the best of friends when in despair.
Makes you smile through all the darkest days...
Plants precious memories in the hearts to stay.
Shares your secret and is always there for you..
With honesty concern to help you make it through!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Broken Chains
The light of love, found a place
On the brook, flowers, and trees
Now it burns inside my heart
The hope of things, I now can be
The light of love abides within
My heart now tender and mild
Like flowers that bloom, it grows
My eyes, and face now can smile
Today no more unseen purposes
By love's rare light, I feel
My friends, family, it's my pure heart
To you, thanks, I've been healed
Today I stand, strong, noble, and free
Because of your love
My heart is now like, that strong great oak tree
Because of you, the past is gone, I'm free
I'm free
The chains of abuse, are broken, I'm finally free
poem by Clyde Bryson
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Rare & Precious Chain
Rare and precious chain --
Do i have to tell you, tell you once again?
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you.
Rare and precious chain --
Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins.
Shackled tight, feel love's bite coming back to you.
No gold of fools.
No hostage taking.
No engagement rules.
To leave you forsaken.
Tiny beads of sweat --
Thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck,
Forgotten rooms, dark catacombs
They all come back to you.
No crock of glittering prizes.
No sharply worded telegram.
No excuses for the word-weary.
No excuses for who i am.
It's a rare and precious chain.
Around your neck i place it, place it once again.
Drawn finger tight, feel love's bite coming back to you.
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you.
Rare and precious chain.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Rare & Precious Chain
Rare and precious chain --
Do I have to tell you, tell you once again?
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you.
Rare and precious chain --
Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins.
Shackled tight, feel loves bite coming back to you.
No gold of fools.
No hostage taking.
No engagement rules.
To leave you forsaken.
Tiny beads of sweat --
Thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck,
Forgotten rooms, dark catacombs
They all come back to you.
No crock of glittering prizes.
No sharply worded telegram.
No excuses for the word-weary.
No excuses for who I am.
Its a rare and precious chain.
Around your neck I place it, place it once again.
Drawn finger tight, feel loves bite coming back to you.
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you.
Rare and precious chain.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Rare Meat.
Rare meat.
The blackbird seem to sing.
And though I spluttered
'I am vegetarian'
Rare Meat, rare meat!
And my neighbour
Talked of the importance of
'Being in harness again'
Then I realised,
The bird was much nearer to understanding
The kind of species I am!
Rare meat!
And cannon fodder for the cowboys
And manipulators,
All the same!
For my heart
Will always stray to the unheard tune.
And the song of the bird,
Comforted the taut nerves
Of a weary owl.
Who`s been round the clock,
But still does not like the carousel!
poem by Peter Vealey
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Tale Of Another Selfish Giant
you ruffian, Oscar,
what are you doing
on the wall
of my garden?
do you not see
the warning signs all over?
Sir, I’ve done what
I need to
and I’m climbing over
to jump back to open space
on my side of the earth
you scoundrel, Oscar,
you surly boy -
did you pluck the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare?
Sir, I did indeed pluck
the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare;
and I slipped
through your daughter’s
window
and stole a kiss
as she lay sleeping
and put the rose in the vase
on the side table by her bed;
and I feel now she awakes
and glowing with joy at seeing
the red red rose
so precious and rare,
she blows me a kiss
in this morning’s cool air
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The heart & the soul
The heart
A symbol of love
A fragile thing
Easy to break in one moment
Once broken I may believe
that i have no meaning
Oh why does the heart break and not the soul
The soul
It simply falls
to my reform heart
til the day
the heart ceases
to contain my soul
even though
my heart will be shared
with a special one
that special one
will always have my heart
even after death
when the soul
is released
from it's temple
into paradise
it shall wait for you
with patient
to be reunited
with the one
that has it's heart
poem by Andrew Adams
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A Beautiful Flower
I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,
Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.
How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.
Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.
Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.
It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.
Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.
I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.
Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.
This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.
For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.
Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.
For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,
My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.
poem by Esther Ayala
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Surface Expressions
If I should greet you with a grin
It hardly expresses all that’s within
If I should extend an open hand
It barely tells you where we stand
The surface expressions we select
Are not good mirrors and don’t reflect
So much which beneath the surface lies
One need scratch below for deeper ties
Yet if we think in hardly meeting eyes
We see the truth as known by other guys
We do injustice from the start
To those who keep things close to heart
Or those who have learned by path of pain
To shy from trusting lest be hurt again
To know a heart requires patience taking
Rare a face reveals a heart that’s breaking
poem by Mary Havran
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Of A Broken Heart
If only I die
Just once in my life
If only to try
To take a guess, to be the best
A feeling I hide
That runs this world, that keeps us alive
I want you to climb with me
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
The heart of a child
Is in your hands now
So lets see you smile
cause Im not impressed with your loneliness
And its been a while
Since you forgave all your changes made
So lets count the miles together
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
If only I die
Just once in my life
If only to try together
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
song performed by by Zwan
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A Guitar At Two In The Morn
Someone strums a guitar, at two in the morn,
Such a melancholy sound.
In the darkest hours before the dawn,
Where only silence does abound.
The body of a woman, weeping in the night,
While somebody strums her strings.
A tortured soul, before first light,
While the guitar gently sings.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Love Is Like A Butterfly
Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when youre with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious, sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Light of Love
The light of love rests upon my face
And from within...has set me free
Love's created my... happy heart
And of hopes...of things...I'll be
The light of love abides... within...
My soul now like child
Starts my broken heart...to blossoming
With warmth....and radaince...mild
Today I have purpose...By loves
rare light...I feel
Pure love...loves pure light to
My soul... it revealed
My family...let loves light devine
Shine on us...I say...
Touch our hearts...and eyes...
That all may see
Love on us...Love...convey
Now this... my only mission is... sacrad
To send loves message far
The light of love...is my heart
Love... my guiding star
I tell my family and.... well.... well... they never listen, to these words
That only true love can say
For only true love can convey
So...If you love someone
Then... follow that heart
For when love is real and true
From love you'll never depart
For only pure love can
Fix the man with broken heart
poem by Clyde Bryson
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The Forest Reverie
'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne'er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.
So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died--
Quenching the fires its ashes hide,--
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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My heart is flowing
My heart is full of love
My heart is full of joy
My heart is full of happiness
just like you feel on happy days
My heart needs tender and care
just like you need
My heart needs loving
just like you would need
My heart is fragile
So please don't break it
My heart needs you
just like you would need me
My heart cries for you
just as you cry for me
My heart hates being broken
by unwanted people
My heart is like a river
that flows and flows
poem by Ricky Baker
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Bottleneck
Her rare astonishing love
It's like Braille alphabet.
You have to touch the raised dots and understand.
But caressing is prohibited since a long time.
Then how can he trace this fragile creature?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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