Now you shall write your own poems
You have grown well
Soft hands
A Tender heart
A reflective mind
Going over the past
And finding something
Some gems
And they glitter
In your memory
Now, you shall write about them
They shall speak to you
And you shall listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You have grown well
Soft hands
A Tender heart
A reflective mind
Going over the past
And finding something
Some gems
And they glitter
In your memory
Now, you shall write about them
They shall speak to you
And you shall listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Memory of Her
My tender heart speaketh to my mind aloft
‘Think of love till I am tender and soft'
My mind thinketh of all love past
And my heart beats, like my love last
I can remember her shy sweet call
A voice pristine lovelier than all
In it she calls to my hearts eyes
And than tears fall in my song of cries.
Tender and soft my heart beat
The memory of you, our love complete
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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A Wish
I'd like to write - like grown-up poets do:
with similes that span the universe,
that sparkle, crackle, dazzle, woo the mind;
and touch the heart with tender, swoony verse...
I'd like to write - like grown-up poets do:
in literature that's all the better for
those soaring, parabolic parables
and paradigms, and rhymes, and metaphor...
I'd like to write - like no-one else has done:
forget the rules and precedents; let fly
to heights undreamt of yet, new mindscape won..
And yet, perhaps, the world's served better by
small lamps of words amidst the cold night winds
of chance and change; cupped in a poet's hands.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Speak to me Gently
Speak to me gently
words as soft as a sea breeze
Touch me with your hands
as well as your heart
Let us swim in the ocean
and feel its passion
Let me smile
to put your mind at ease
Hand in hand we dance
slowly together
Virtually motionless
suspended in time
Drifting slowly
Held firmly together
A tender embrace
Sustained everlasting
Look at me closely
Feel my deepest thoughts
Let your heart beat with mine
Speak to me gently
And my heart will listen
Touched by sincerity
Nurtured with love
Joined together
Hand in hand
And heart to heart
We live, we breathe
Within each other
poem by William Lindenmuth
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A Poet To Be
A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.
I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.
I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.
I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.
But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.
I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.
I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.
I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.
A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.
I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.
I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.
It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.
A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.
But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.
How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.
As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.
poem by Adam McKim
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A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Liberty
On my books and poetry,
On my desk and on the computer
On the sand and on the beach
I write your name
On all the pages I have read
On all the blank pages
Stone bloody shed or ash
I write your name
On my greedy, tender friends
On my comrades, beloved country,
On my clumsy hands
I write your name
On my health and wealth
On the risk which disappeared
On the hope without memory
I write your name
And by the power of one word
I begin a life again
I was born to know you
To name you.
Liberty
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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{etched In Memories}
A memory so fond
Instilled frames in my mind
Etched like diamond upon glass
Evokes a smile each time
My head on your chest
Your love surrounding me
Immersed in tender comfort
Safely in a cocoon of soft loving
A memory so fond
Engraved within my heart
A pledge of your soul to mine
Eternally in love
My lips touching yours
Feeling soft sweet caress
Intimating such desires
To be completely as one
A memory so fond
A capsule in time
Impressed upon me for always
A timeless need
Asleep in your arms
Inside heavenly dreams
Serenity found
With you loving me
poem by Lillian Jamison
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Glitter
I sit here in my car
on some dark, dusty road
watching clouds roll in
past a harvest moon
looking up at the brightest star
shining colors on your face
like diamonds in water
I see you glitter
Tired of hopeless feelings
trapped inside this pyramid
of a endless dream
from the things we did
but still I reach for your embrace
I see you glitter
Words that cut like a knife
wounds torn apart at the seam
time is taking you far
to a moment out of place
I'm reaching out to where you are
searching for my soul, my life
I see you glitter
Pressure building inside of me
that make everything I taste
once what was so sweet
now like wine, seem so bitter
as I tried to make you see
still I see you glitter
Hours that seem to waste
on a dead end street
looking back at people I meet
finding myself miss you every day
with the memories I hold
still I see you glitter
Remembering that day in June
it could've been a better way
somehow to make you stay
as I look around this town
I still you glitter
(spiritwind-2000)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Why I Write?
When indelible memories of the past,
Torment my heart and mind; I write.
When mist floats in front of the eyes,
The light comes from behind; I write.
When the men of the callous world,
Compel me to be confined; I write.
When my heart weeps wailing upon
The wise being led by the blind; I write.
When in self schemed distribution I see
The deserving limping behind; I write.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Losing
Oct 2012
Losing
My love for you inspires me to write poems of love, yet mixed with sadness and sorrow.
Loss and gain of finding and losing, of regret and fulfilment,
happiness and the denial of enlightenment in reality, that I was ment to write for you.
Love, yet not to posses, or to touch.
Only to write of loss and to live in reality, to write of what I may of had...
To write how I sabotaged love.. yet still.. and how I'm too hard to like never mind to love.
Its all written down on paper, in my mind scarred and seared into my heart, im just too out of reach
for anyone to want to....
Loving you, allows me to see this... I have failed...and I thank you for this...
I hope, I'm sure, love will never come my way again.
I write it all down for you,
using red ink.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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Memory Of Me As A Poet,
memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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My Song For You
When I write my song for you
I will sing of dreams
that sparkle with the light of love
in all its repeating themes.
One verse of looks from misty eyes
will linger in your ear.
Its words will stay within your heart
and let you know I'm near,
Nearer than my hands that play
my melody of love
will be the intensity of harmony
to take you way above
what you hear whenever you listen
that can take hold of your mind.
My song for you will always stay
and never will you find
a song so tender and so true
that will remind you of my sound.
And all the days that you hear it
you'll know that I'm around.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Rooted Sweet Memory
Oh tender, fare youth
lavish me you must
lavish me in your sweetest perfume
come hither and whisper
in darkest of nigh
a most glorious hymn
linger, I crave
in these wrinkles of time
slumber, I pray in rhythms so fine...
Oh fond memory how long has it been
since last I glimpsed your youthful grin
or ran these starved fingers over your creamy soft skin
When last did I hold your trembling hands
to fathom, I ponder your treasures devine
rooted sweet memory, you have
in the earth of my mind
tucked neatly, I've stashed you
in the cupboards of time.
Copyright @ 12/05/2005
poem by Diana Newsome
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Ring Of Gold
Dear ring of gold
from past days of old
you still mean the world to me,
with glitter on show
in tone soft and low
you tell of my destiny.
Dear ring of gold
such secrets you hold
enchantment with each memory,
delight you bestow
fifty years all aglow
on your own anniversary.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Safer Hands
Little hand held high, I reached for you, innocent and small
Never felt so safe, no wider smile, I had it all
No worries at all, little girl just three, she couldnt see
What there would be, clearer than you think, my memory
He treasured me, protected me
Wherever you have gone to, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Although youve gone for good now, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
The day you left, no warning came, I was sleeping
Maybe it was your undying love, you didnt wake me, didnt take me
Now the years have flown and I have grown, there is a yearning
Give me just one day, to while away, to that Im drinking: wishful thinking
Wherever you have gone to, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Although youve gone for good now, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Even though its years, so long ago, there is a presence here
If there was some doubt, its all over now
Of that Im certain, theres no question
Wherever you have gone to, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
Although youve gone for good now, my mind is settled, youre in safer hands
song performed by by Olive
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Love's Language
How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye –
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh –
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barques, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn’s swift force –
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek –
The sudden silence and reserve when near –
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear –
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, the greets its god-like guest –
Thus doth Love speak.
How doth Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek –
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour,
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble –
Thus doth Love speak.
How doth Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in convulsive rapture of a kiss –
Thus doth Love speak.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Hidden Gems
Whenever we have, a sort out
we can almost guarantee we will find
hidden gems that have been forgotten
over the passing years.
Discovering these little gems
sends us back to our memory store
as we search to remind ourselves
of the time we got them many years ago.
These little gems found
bring a smile to us once more
as they did to us
all those years before.
1 October 2011
poem by David Harris
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Pen funney
Pen is
Not write a poem...
The hands will write...
The road...
The walk...
The kiss...
The rap...
The sky...
Theay all are write
The hands...
Pen is not write
Without hands and
Brain and heart...
Pen is only tool
The tool do to do
Some time funney...
Also...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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