Chatting With A Friend
when you relax and forget about work for a while
chatting with a friend
about sweet nothings
about anything goes
some jokes and we all laugh
nothing about kiss and tell
nothing about the picture on the hill
just plain chatting
and in between she gets her cup of tea
while
i do some urinating
wait a minute, i have this poem
title it
friendship, now don't write about it,
just cherish it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man Made Adultry
Meetings to chatting, chatting to friendship
And friendship to intimacy will grow love
Between two souls and would halt there itself
Onlookers infer adultery, and gossip
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The chat of two women
Two classmates were chatting.
By chance they've met in the street, indeed.
They were not so old and not so young,
much more than forty.
The first one said: 'I feel so young
and want to be sometimes so naughty,
I want to love again and certainly be loved, .
I want the romances to sing,
I want to fly so high in a swing,
I want to dance under the rain
in Spain, on the plain..............,
To hear sweet words of love again,
To die of passion.'
Another one said with a compassion:
'What are you talking about?
I can live happily without
all those crazy wishes of yours,
cause I don't like anyone
to shatter my peace and quiet,
I think how soon I'll be retired.
Put those foolish wishes out of your head.
We are getting old,
all we had had already past.
I remember you've always been an enthusiast.
Two women were chatting,
The first one just forgetting her age,
the other one was old enough
and her life was a real tough.
Two women were chatting,
Two different destinies and souls.
The first one was full of life.
The second one was getting empty.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Congregation of facts
Congregation of facts
does not show
anything definite.
Though I recognised this poem
the picture I was absent
in the concert.
Releasing of serials are
on and I am undone.
Whatmore I can do in this arena
excepting chatting.
I am between scylla and
charibdis and I know
to go beyond this.
Wait and see
how I am taking you
from this place of haughty
with this nothingness of being.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Taiwanese
when we are chatting i am also chatting with a man
from taiwan
who claims he also knows the games of life
what games
he says anything from love to weddings to baptisms
except....
(and he does not want to mention this)
but i tell him, and ask him,
death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Women With Men
chatting words
are running...
lips are
rimming...
hearts are
happy...
with chatting...
women with men...
men with women
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Cackleseed
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
They plant their gossip with a stinging of their tongues.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
The ones who gossip for the sport and fun of it.
And in strict 'confidence...
Juicy tea is pour on those who get no pity that's omitted.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With no benefit of facts.
No matter where they cackle at.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
With no benefit of facts,
And no matter where they cackle at.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
With no benefit of facts,
And no matter where they cackle at.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.
They do a cackleseed before a run done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Nothings
(r. seit)
Uh-huh honey
All right
My baby whispers in my ear
Mm, sweet nothings
He knows the things I like to hear
Mm, sweet nothings
Things he wouldnt tell nobody else
Secret, baby
I keep it to myself
Sweet nothings
We walk along hand in hand
Mm, sweet nothings
Yeah, we both understand
Mm, sweet nothings
He certainly takes
The time to read my book
My baby, give me that special look
Sweet nothings
Mm, sweet nothings
Uh-huh honey
Im sitting on my front porch
Mm, sweet nothings
Well, do I love you?
Of course
Mm, sweet nothings
Mama turned on
The front porch light
And said
Come in darling
Thats enough for tonight
Sweet nothings
Mm, sweet nothings
Sweet nothings
Mm, sweet nothings
Sweet nothings
song performed by by Diana Ross
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I Need A Friend
I need a friend for sharing, bearing and forgiving everything
I need a friend for solve my problems
I need a friend for wipe my tears
I need a friend for lay on her shoulder
I need a friend for cheer my way
I need a friend for scold, when i did something bad
I need a friend for go wherever we like
I need a friend for do my homework
I need a friend for playing together
I need a friend for my companion
I need a friend for watching movies
I need a friend for chatting
I need a friend for take a part of my life
I need a friend love eachother
I need a friend for love truly
I need a friend for give my pure love
My friend where are you?
poem by dilstefny DD8
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Poetry Is Like A Beautiful Work Of Art
A poem has no write or
wrong,
How to write your poem
is up to you,
Visualize a perfect poem
That readers will love,
Adjust a poem as much as
you want,
Remember a poem is like
art,
You write it with meaning
and passion,
Add as much as your heart
desires,
Short or long it does not
matter,
Add a picture with your
poem,
Add a quote or a verse,
it is a poet's decision,
Always be proud of your poem,
Let the words flow when you
write,
A poem expresses a feeling,
thought and emotion,
Add a frame and hang it up
on a wall,
share your talents with the
world,
Poetry is like a beautiful
work of art.
poem by Derek James
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Urinary Tract
you think of a poem
and you try to write it
you doubt
how to start it
you wait
until you feel like
urinating
you think this is just a dream
or something
else like you are lost or something
you stand up
go outside the door
you run somewhere else
where no one sees you
and there
you empty what is full.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Need to Write
I need to write a poem, but how shall I do it,
First of all shall I write standing up, or just sit;
Until I get comfortable, I won't be able to start,
All the words will be muddled up, and then it'll fall. Apart.
Now! I got it right, I will choose the title to write about,
No good getting frustrated, or even sit or pout;
Just need to relax, and then the words will come easy,
Cause if I try to hard, Then my stomach will feel queasy.
I know what sort of holiday would people like,
And as I start the poem, the hall clock did strike;
Oh! It is now is what I can do, write about the time passing,
And so I have the heading, the thoughts on paper lasting.
It's got colour, size, And description, and the taste of art,
It's come from my mind, emotions, and also from the heart;
It has vision, and thoughts about where I want to go,
Yes! I think it'll get some to agree, to me they'll show.
So if you have a problem to write a poem or story,
Just read this poem, as a help, it's a help from me;
Don't force the idea, or rush it through at all,
Just go have a cuppa, read an article or a friend call.
Eventually it'll come, the words will flow along,
You might even end up, turning it into a song;
Writing poems will be rewarding, just give a go,
And you might enjoy it, they may end up in a show.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Gotnothintodo2day
got nothing to do 2day
just scribbling and chatting to a friend
who is also pretending to be someone else
feigning happiness and embracing all the sadness
like, well, i have to admit,
like us.
i don't even know if i have to stop scribbling
whatshamakalit, a poem? gee,
i don't know
i am simply unstoppable,
bad, and too
earthly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What the use?
What the use of dreaming if I ain't dreaming about you
What the use of chatting if I'm not chatting with you
What the use of taking a picture if you not on the other half
What the use of seeing if I'm not seeing you
What the use of talking if I'm not talking with you
What the use of loving if I'm not in love with you
What the use of living if you not by my side
What the use of thinking if I ain't thinking about you
What the use of smiling if I'm not smiling with you
What the use of hearing if I'm not listening to you
What the use of praying if I'm not praying for you
What the use of listening to music if it doesn't make me think of you
What the use of living I just don't understand if you not by side, if you not at arms reach I really don't see a point of my existence if my one and only love is not by side I need you here with me right by my side is where you belong
poem by Zinhlejobe Sithole
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I'd Love To Write A Love Poem For You
I'd love to write a poem for you
Want to make it good
I want it to be romantic
As you might think it should
You're a vision in my head
And I can't believe you're real
You attend the U of Sexuality
And got straight A's in sex appeal
You're as metaphorical as a simile.
And poetic like a rhyme.
I'd like to write a poem for you
Got some better ways to spend my time.
Like to hug you or to kiss you
or to give you a ride
To take you out to dinner
or to please you from inside.
Id like to write a poem for you
but I'd rather not instead
I love to drive you all around
While you are giving head.
I love to please you with my fingers
I love to make you scream
I love to write you poetry
Love to see you when I dream.
I'd like to write a poem for you
a love poem, there's no doubt
I like when there is no one home
And you're free to moan and shout
I like it when you call me names
And even when you're sad
Its me you trust to make you smile
And that just makes me glad
I think you're great I think you're hot
I think you think the same
I think its not a lie to say
We'd win, if love's a game.
I'd love to be near you all the time
but that simply ain't the case,
Can't believe it's been 3 weeks
Since I saw that pretty face
I'd love to have you by my side
As I lay on this bed
I shall have to settle for,
Your image in my head
I can't wait to hold you or
to kiss you with my mouth
My life is tops when with you
And without you headed south.
I'd love to write you a love poem
but I'm afraid it seems like jokes
I know you don't like cholesterol
So for your eggs I'll cut out the yokes
When you and I embrace again
I'll hold you oh so tight,
I'll kiss your every skin cell
I'm gonna love you right
I love it when you use your mouth
Especially when I'm baked
I love to look at your body
Especially when its nake'd
I want you so so badly
I miss you so so much
I want you as my lifeline
I need you as my crutch
I'd love to write you a poem
but I'm scared I'd never stop
So I'll just keep on writing
Until my eyelids drop
And then when I arise
I'll probably write some more
And I'll just keep on writing
Until your at my door.
I'm not sure you'll get to this line,
As this poem is f***in' long
So you don't have to read it,
but I'm picturing you in a thong
It looks so very sexy
As on you all things do,
I really want you here with me
I really love you, too.
poem by Les Wordsmore
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There Are Those Who Wait Years To Write A Poem
THERE ARE THOSE WHO WAIT YEARS TO WRITE A POEM
There are those who wait years to write a poem
The fruit slowly ripens inside and then as with Rilke
It suddenly falls -
There are those who write a few lines
And come back time after time
And find the poem after many efforts-
There are those who cannot wait to write a poem
And once conscious of it must write it down as fast as possible
Before it is lost-
And there are those who only in the present writing
Find the poem -
The page suffers many methods and modes
But what truly makes a poem worthy
Is another question.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Writing Of The Poem/ Seems
THE WRITING OF THE POEM /SEEMS
The writing of the poem
Seems to be more to me
Than its reading.
I do not savor as I should
Each poem.
I do not wait with it long enough
And work on it long enough
And memorize it
Into precious possession.
Too many poems
Kill the singular poem
And as I write one more
I regret
How soon
I will forget it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem Just For You
Today I decided to write a poem just for you
So I sat down with pen in hand, and began to
Carefully consider in which way I could express to you
All the things you mean to me,
First I thought to write a poem about your radiant smile,
All about how you easily outshine the sun.
Or perhaps a poem about our friendship,
All about the kind things you do that fill my heart.
A poem about how grateful I am to have you in my life
All about how I thank God every day for putting you here.
But I decided to write this poem on something else
All about something that is a poem in itself
A poem that simply says I love you
A poem just for you.
poem by Matt Windseth
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A Friend in need is a friend indeed
Poem Title: A Friend in need is a friend in deed.
Acrostic Poem 166c
A friend in need is a friend indeed.
Friends will always you admire and appreciate your amicable tone
Rare quality? No, not within the world of this Poet. Not rare.
Image of a lively boom companion, reliable and affectionate
Ego masseuse, friend to friend without the need for reward.
Normally you make friends before you ever need them, I have found.
Devoted? Well I would go so far as to say devoted to any friends I have.
In love with my friends? I will love without condition, keeping platonic, true to my vows.
Normally seen always as a “Hail Fellow. Well met” kind of Guy.
Never just a crony or a sidekick, friendship means much more to me than that.
Expansive, convivial, jovial and always one to enjoy the company of others.
Exuberant, effervescent friends may tend to wear you out, but you need to laugh out loud.
Deeds need to be done, going both ways, left right and centre. Better to give than take.
In sickness and in health a friend or life partner may not always be able to contribute.
Sickness is all part of the true friendship test... The Good not worth a dime without the Bad.
A Friend in need is of course a Friend ... Indeed....In deeds too numerous to bring to account.
Facial gushing praise is never sought from friend to friend as being ever necessary.
Reconciled and restored by much of what remains unsaid. Polished by honeyed phrase.
In the geniality of the moment, you can be lifted by just as simple word as “ Friend”
Entente Cordial, an amusing nectar. Drink the health of all the Friends you have ever known.
Need is a prerequisite of all of us, if you are not in need of a friend then I pity you.
Do you enjoy your Life living as an Egocentric? No I never thought you ever would!
In true friendship you can be brought out of the clouds and firmly placed upon the earth.
Naturally and without pain. With the request “ What can I do for you my Friend. “ Tell me true.
Desire all you like in this materialistic World. But an unconditional Friendship is so Golden.
Ever Uncle -like as Avuncular. Or Debonair as two new lovers bonding at first sight.
Ebullient and Effervescent take the Tonic of a life partner and a friend and roll it into one.
Deeds sometimes speak as loud as actions, and like a picture, will paint a thousand words!
.
Acrostic poem written … 27th March 2010 to 28th March 2010
poem by Philip Winchester
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Kiss me- HONEY
Kiss me without saying anything,
Kiss me until I forget this world,
Kiss me with rage, we may not get another minute
Tomorrow I may emigrate without knowing where....
Kiss me without saying anything,
Kiss me in top of my desire
Kiss me on my sweet cheeks
Tomorrow I may leave witout knwing where....
Kiss me until the dawn arrives,
Kiss me with limitless passion,
Kiss me at the bride of glory,
Kiss me.... Just Kiss me....
Kiss me without saying anything....
Cos
TOMORROW I DON'T KNOW WHERE I WILL BE....
Love
poem by Annie Juliet
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Women who dwell afar
Yes, I think after reading the posts
so steeped in mortal despair
and oozing with anguish
Like the women
slowly twisting
lilac stalks
who come and go
chatting aimlessly
of fashions
in this and that
They wander the halls
of gray anomie draped
In darkest aspect
hoping without hope
that their eye
will light
on what
they know not
They come and go
chatting and texting
of trivia
and still
they despair
Once in an age or two
they erupt with faux passion
hoping their beaux
do not dwell
on their fading charms
and withdraw
as they must
Languid and hopeless
they will linger
through eternity
frustrated
and unloved
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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