Ever Lasting Glance
'Ever lasting glance '
In moments of grief,
when my heart feel pangs
with throbbing fear
burning like wild fire
I think
where I am born without fate
on bosom of the earth
constantly drowning in sea of wrath
It is only your ever lasting glance
on my passion ground
which makes me remind
surreptitious first stolen kiss
i feel my soul trembling
with the tender touch of the veiled beloved
the fleeting effect wins my heart
I often think in profundity
I am alone but eternal
with your ever lasting Glance
ever lasting glance
poem by Seema Gupta
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Burning
When I look at you
I melt like a candle
You light a fire in me
What am I to do
I just hope I can handle
The heat and the smoke blinding me
This feeling, this fire
This burning desire
Is raging its way through my soul
And if you feel the same
Help me fan the flames
til were burning out of control
Burning to know you
Burning to show you
And Ive felt this way from the start
Burning with passion
I do hope its lasting
And its burning a hole in my heart
You kindle in me
A warm glowing feeling
A spark and a flicker of hope
Its more than a game
And like moths to a flame
Were drawn to its warmth and its glow
These embers of love
Are fueled by the notion
This could be an eternal flame
Consumed by the blaze
I fear its too late
cause this torch that I hold bears your name
Oh, and Im burning to know you
Burning to hold you
Its grown to a flame from a spark
Burning with passion
I do hope its lasting
And its burning a hole in my heart
Oh, Im burning with passion
I do hope its lasting...
Ive had so many dreams fall apart...
And its burning a hole in my heart...
Im burning
Oh, Im burning
Mmmm, Im burning oh, I burning ooh
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Just a glance
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You've intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You've dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You've made me your bride, by just a glance.
You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
poem by Amir Khusro
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First Glance
Your delicate smile so tender and bright,
Never fails to warm my heart and soul alike,
I love how one glance can melt any fear I may have,
And flawlessly reassures me that you really do love me,
The way you look at me,
Makes my heart race faster,
That even just being with you,
As impossible as it seems to me,
Why are you allowed to possess such control over me,
When I never thought I'd allow anyone again, to get me this bad.
How can it be right?
And why do I love you anyways for it?
I just love how you stole my heart, my inhibitions, and my everything in that first glance!
By; Brandi Dybala *1/10/11*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Hymn For a Lasting Peace
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
Let nation not fight nation,
Let race not conquer race,
Let the strong not commit invasion,
Let all men share Earth's grace.
Ban aggression of any kind,
Ban all arms production,
Ban man's violence against mankind,
Ban all forms of destruction.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
To save the snow capped mountains,
To save the depths of the seas,
To save the springs and fountains,
To save the birds and the bees;
That farms and forests flourish,
That rivers and streams flow pure,
That fields give life and nourish,
That Earth's great seasons endure.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That man may walk upon Earth,
That he will find an open door,
That there be the rights of birth,
That man destroys not, be the law;
That each to his faith can hold,
That homes and gardens are safe,
That not a child dies in the cold,
That not a child is a hungry waif.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That Human Rights be for all men,
That every injustice should cease,
That Human Rights protects all men,
That all men can find perfect peace;
That there be but one brotherhood,
That the land, sea and sky be free,
That progress be for the common good,
That peace everlasting will be.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.
poem by Pauline D'Roza
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Leaders of the Candle Light
devoid my birth the focusing hope that,
never fail, callous without mark the beginning
of what will be the past; like wind mill of
the time of Don Quixote of the night
the savors of the last dinner looks us the
trembling bound for what will be the next flight
surely it flies in the heaven of the sky
come blinks soon, as never before and flame
the gorges strength that each winning day
of what will be yesteryears come back of a
faded soul to what you tell
letting go would catch the thundering step
of a lasting trail of why a fading light of victory,
has turn the tide into a champion of great
sudden glance of the heart
blow chances that weak the heart, for thou the
mind can find the vigor of a lighted candle in
the darkest night forever is seen ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Song
I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.
I know he would pity--so kind is his soul,
To him my affliction would agony be;
But never, while I can my feelings control,
The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me.
Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile,
Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health;
His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile,
Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by stealth.
For conscious I am, by my glance is exprest
The passion that faithful as hopeless will be,
And he, whom, alas! I can ne'er render blest,
Shall never, no never, know sorrow through me.
poem by Amelia Opie
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Song.
I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.
I know he would pity-so kind is his soul,
To him my affliction would agony be;
But never, while I can my feelings control,
The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me.
Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile,
Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health;
His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile,
Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by stealth.
For conscious I am, by my glance is exprest
The passion that faithful as hopeless will be,
And he, whom, alas! I can ne'er render blest,
Shall never, no never, know sorrow through me.
poem by Amelia Opie
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Dreams Of A Lonely Man
At A Moments Glance My Feet Swept Away,
My Soul Dancing Inside me,
Eternal Happiness Hopelesness,
Loneliness Blown away by the Winds of Love.
A sea of Tranquility Never Ending,
Understanding, Wanting, Forever never Fading In the Face of Time Honesty, Sincerity, Truthful to every word,
Careing, Shareing, everything inside
Like the Sky, Sun, Moon and the earth
Nothing hidden, The soul open, the Heart Forever Beating
Lost in the eyes of an Angel
Every glance, every move, never taken for Granted
Warmth, Comfort, always greeting
Always seeing the Beauty within
For the Dream Ends And Reality Begins
poem by Shane Lewicki
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Your Passion
Everytime I am near you I can feel your passionate gaze
I just want to let you do whatever you want
I feel helpless when I am around you
Your kisses are like poison
They knock me senseless
for hours at a time
And your sweet caress
is more than I can bear
It all makes me feel helpless when I am around you
I shouldn't be wanting you like I do
I can't help it that you have me under your spell
No matter how hard I try to fight it
I still feel myself falling for you
Every time that I look at you
I can feel the toxins of your passion burning through me
Now your passion is burning in me too
Your passion is like a wild fire
It burns deep within your heart and soul
I can feel it when you look at me
I can feel it when we kiss
Oh how I love to see your passion burning so brightly
poem by Grace Hays
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Interludes
Lives end so that others begin.
Far from sorrow death’s a win.
The flower wilts and spreads it seeds
To fufill next season’s needs.
Oaks live years, but then pass,
Leaving acorns in the grass.
All species enjoy their glance
Toward future generation’s dance.
Each interlude, though brief, inspires
Further knowledge and desires.
To search for earth’s greatest find;
Long lasting peace for all mankind.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Your Sorrow And My Sorrow
your sorrow and my sorrow
are not really ours to keep.
They belong to the earth,
to the heart of the earth
inside its beautiful bosom.
let us leave them just right
there, secure and honed.
we are leaving now to
another sphere, the one
that we see in our dreams
the more colored ones
feel the excitement, keep
yourself poised to something
more lasting more divine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Lothario
Think not, Lothario, while I view
The bright expression of thy face,
And on thy cheek of crimson hue
Emotion's varying beauties trace,
That in my heart one feeling dwells,
But what the coldest must approve,
Nor think my conscious bosom swells
With aught resembling secret love.
No....still these eyes can fix on thine,
Nor fear their keenest glance to meet;
And when thou boldly searchest mine,
My quiet heart disdains to beat.
But, if by vain self-love misled,
Thou in my looks canst passion see;
And think, by weak illusions fed,
My towering hopes aspire to thee....
Let us my absent Henry seek;
And when he meets my conscious eyes,
In every glance my heart will speak,
And plainly tell for whom it sighs.
poem by Amelia Opie
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Summer Romance
summer romance
the ever lasting moments
seeing you happy
fills my heart with joy
with the sun shining down on us
like nothing's there but the summer romance
all the wind and the waves
when we picked out our faves
the flower smell
sweet and small
i found what ive been searching for at last
its called summer romance
the sun shines so bright
when you told me this was right
with you in my arms
when we took a picture of the farms
in a flower we saw a bee
and told me that i will see
that tomorrow is a bright day
in so many kind of ways
so this is summer romance
ever lasting moments
being with you
its just that ill always love you
poem by Angeline Snowboy
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After the Rain
i may not give everything, of a wish that your
heart desire; a beautiful merry making, a balloon
of color, a garden of full of flowers, not even a
place for comfort that other can given, nor a
solitude place to lay your arm and dream that
wish my dear
look at the rain that fall and the sweat that call to
a journey that both of us wish to touch, see the
night that leaves the sky so bright they don't wait
the sunset to dark, yet! gloom spread the whole
night with glittering spark of light
trouble hurt, the wind turbid the river, breaks the
silent sky with a thundering light, the storm struggle
to clam the motionless wind as the rain wait to
settle the ground of lasting rest, never the sun
comes to show its face, nay! shine in the wavering
sky of silent
now tell me, that the rolling tide wave the flow
of lasting lament of your presence, the speechless
of your heart grow the courage to go on, behind the
scene of fear; the direction that the scent of
perfume comes the beginning of stronger heart,
something that makes it stands in the minted hope
of this world
the lasting comfort that both of us would meant to
live the sacrifice that we are on through, the painted
home comes in the melted candle of sweat at all, as
it live and be with me till, death leaves no more in
our dear dream
live the old dream and dream comes once more in
our weary sky........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Unknown Love
A kiss is just a kiss without meaning.
A touch does not exist, without feeling.
A look is just a look, a glance is just a glance without a smile.
What kind of love is this, if I can not hold you?
What kind of love is this, if I can not touch you?
What kind of love is trapped and in prisoned by a band of gold?
A deep desire for love can never be shown.
This love will never be known.
poem by John Michael Marroquin
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Medicine of the Soul
oh!
angels of everlasting
time,
behold the words
that always kept thy words
eternally fuse
in my heart, choice not on
to end each mouth and let the lips
whisper the truth
of wisdom, be carried for a million years
Jerk may come
in all my knees, until the wizard I
pray leads my stone to rest,
mine is the
waiting game the prize that gear
my hope to a sudden
stay of life
regret not and, let me scum my lasting memory
with my beloved one
I am awake
humid my breathe of the words,
unspoken to my heart
and feel the tiding salvation I wait
of fearless spear
into my soul, of where
my life survive with a promise
of what life may turn
to dust, the
dunes of heaven best
I belong
let every fume
shower
my whole self and lock me
to the fine welcome
of my lasting soul
of humility,
there I cry till I‘ll be going for endless stay
vividly the falling
leaves always refresh my tears with thee,
and let every words of eternity leads my soul to flee ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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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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For My Secret Love
i content myself with only
a glance of you per day
to exclude the touch
of your hand,
to exclude practically
everything
that may fulfill this longing
at one glance only
for only an hour of the year
i can say
my life is fulfilled in self-
restraint.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A sketch for my beloved
A sketch for my beloved
~
All that is beautiful and right
grows daily in my heart
I shall not let it wilt nor fade
for this love I shall fight
~
it is in your tender kiss
it is in your warming eyes
those words you speak to me
sweet promises to my soul
which tell me of our love
and how it is a lasting joy
to see past the tests of time
we are bound by a dream
~
in the quiet of my sleep
I lay beside you always
your heart is to my own
a name echoed in each beat
we dreamt of this love
and found each other
~
ours is a living love
it grows and takes strength
it will never end
poem by Matthew Holloway
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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 of 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 barges, 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 leads in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest:
Thus doth Love speak.
How does 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 fair 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 does Love speak?
In 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 thro' throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss:
Thus doth Love speak.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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