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R. E. M.

Your Mother is just sleeping

She is beauty in repose

Sweet dreams they follow her

Or so the story goes

She is faithful in dreamtime

Her fragments of dreamscapes cling

Whispers of soft lullabyes

In sweet visions she sings

Open arms are her calling card

Her soft hands are waiting for you

Deep in her heart of aspires fire

Her Eternal Sun simply shines through

poem by Theodora Onken
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Patience

PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.

Not beautiful is she to eyes profane;
Silent and unrevealed her holy charms;
But, like a mother's, her serene, strong arms
Uphold my footsteps on the path of pain.

I long to cry, -- her soft voice whispers, 'Nay!'
I seek to fly, but she restrains my feet;
In wisdom stern, yet in compassion sweet,
She guides my helpless wanderings, day by day.

O my Beloved, life's golden visions fade,
And one by one life's phantom joys depart;
They leave a sudden darkness in the heart,
And patience fills their empty place instead.

poem by Edith Wharton
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Sweet sexy beautiful and totally amazing of gods grace and eternal greatness ur smile shines bright and warm as bright as sunlight coming over the mountains filling entire valleys heating up trees a soft northern wind blows whispering ur name as beautiful soft and quicky swift as shadows creeping as daylight passes over noon approaches white clouds sun falls down night time comes stars start fallin into place shine ever so sweetly as ur smile that twinkle in yer eyes the beauty in every beat of your heart so true and strong here now and forever more may every breath u take be sweet and may every beat of your heart be and sound as beautiful as the one before and may you always be remembered for your kindness as well as your beauty

poem by Dorian Suchelle
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The Wind

A poem written for me :)

The wind is calling, Her breath cold and clear.
She is trying to tell me she is near.

To the desert she calls in soft haunting ways
Mother Nature is waiting so patient and true
The desert she calls out, Has so much to offer you.

The sunsets of yellows, oranges and reds
Dance across the sky up over head.

The is an energy so pure and serine
Only your soul alone in the desert will see.

An eye of an artist, or stroke of a pen
Will be able to capture her to the end

The wind is calling so soft and so true
The desert she whispers will be waiting for you.

By L.S.R.

poem by Howard Johnson
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His Counterfeit Life

His beasts grow hungry
Breaking free, the cages of his soul
Wind spirits breathe the secrets of fire
As naked flesh rises in the stir
She’s calling, calling…soft as snowflakes
Coaxing desires from stone cold ash
Voices…thick in whispers, claw at his door
Wisdom succumbs to the licking of flames
Passion…transformed by persuasion,
Laps soft the candied lips of seduction’s embrace
Embers rage to the rhythm of night songs
Hot…in the blood red fire of kisses
He is rigid and wanton of the flame
She purrs at him…sweet as a kitten
Then, bearing teeth…sharp as knives
Cuts gashes…deep into the clay
Piercing midnight in screams of rebirth
Her stilettos carve the ivory path…
Bearing blood to the cold heart of their master
Black lipstick paints soot on his dreams
Drowning him in black shadows
Suffocating his pleas for release
He is wicked, but no match
He is wanton, but weak
His beasts, slaughtered at the hands of denial
And then he wakes, cold…unfulfilled
Still holding tight…his counterfeit life.

poem by Leria Hawkins
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Unyielding Passion

Your eyes so gorgeous and green,
Your lips so soft and sweet,
Your hair so curly and beautiful,
Your belly so warm and soft,
Your affection so sweet and caring,
Your arms so tight and loving,
Our love so perfect and everlasting!

My baby, I stare so deep into your gorgeous green eyes and
I promise on my life!
That I will spend forever with you!
I will never let go!
I will never hurt you!
I will hold you in my arms every chance I get!
I will always truly love you with all my heart! And not an ounce less!
I will be your guardian, your protector, your everything!
If I could only have one thing in this world, I would most definitely choose you!

poem by Jacob Gifford
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Illusion's Love Songs

Soft whispers
Sighing
Silver-soft moon
Illusion's
Voice
Love’s very
Wind-song
Eternally chased
Heart's goddess
Into a
Sweet Mist ~

poem by Debora Short
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She Sang the Songs...

She sang the songs... he wrote the words;
sweet words of love, in perfect time
to her style... soft words of love;
the lyrics to her Country songs
of love and heartbreak, hope and sadness;
life spread out in flawless rhyme,
but they were really hopes, and dreams
of his...
he knew this, all along.

She wrote songs as well; and, when he read them...
his heart missed a beat;
Beneath the stave, below the notes...
her lyrics, in her childlike hand;
soft words of love, he longed to hear
her say to him...
all whispered, sweet;
now, here they were, before his eyes...
but, accident...
or gently planned?

Were they whispers of her heart...
or just composed from out her head?
he had no way of knowing,
but... in either case, her words were sweet;
a silky glide across the page...
a wistful ballad... hearts that bled;
he sadly smiled, yes... his heart bled as well,
but,
to a different beat.

She sang the songs... he wrote the words,
words from his heart... soft, yet intense;
Perhaps, one day, she'd see
they were for her...
and, not her audience.

poem by Dream Weaver
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My Heart Is Burning

Heart is burning thinking of you
Smelling the jealousy of mine for your ex-one
Thinking always what was my fault
Why did you do this with me? ? ? ? ?
Saying “I love you” you just turned around and
Told me ”leave me alone I am not yours
My heart is burning for another one, my ex-one”

My heart is crying thinking of you
You had told me you love me & will marry me
Showed a lot of dreams
Traveled with me around the garden for catching a butterfly and
When I caught it for you you kissed me and told” you are all for me”
But now you are saying your heart is burning for the ex-one

My heart is burning loving you
Wanna kill myself as I am the stupid idiot fell in love and trusted you blindly
And now burning seriously in the fire of our wonderful past
Wanna throw myself from the top of the hill
Wanna stub my heart and drove you out of this
Wanna die in such a way that my next birth will afraid of loving someone like this
Still my heart is burning wanna the cold, sweet breeze of your love to extinguish it

Want the soft touch of your hands on my cheek with a sweet look and a smile on your face for me
Want to listen the gentle and soft voice of your saying I love you babe
Wanna sleep in your arms and tell you every pain of my life
Wanna keep you in my heart forever and will never let you go
My heart is burning
P.S. its for her who ditched me in a worst way the bad girl in real

poem by Rajnish Jena
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The Sweet Hello Sad Goodbye

Red like fire was the day I met you.
I tell you now, there are no regrets.
In this room there are many memories.
Some are good, some I try to forget.
I thought we were the chosen ones,
Who were supposed to fly.
Were very much the same, you and i.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we seem to run and hide.
And I cant help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
My heart was like a runaway train, babe.
I dont believe Ive ever felt more alive.
In this room I hear voices linger.
We never talked about the price.
You know youre not the only one,
Who knows how to cry.
Were very much the same, you and i.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we run away and hide.
And I cant help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Were very much the same, you and i.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we run away and hide.
And I cant help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.

song performed by by Roxette
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August

'This light shines in darkness, but unless God Himself draws us out of the darkness, we are not enlightened by Him, even though He be present.' Thomas Merton

soft summer wind
murmering trees
distant train
calling.

sun-washed patio,
the house gleams
in the after-
glow of noon.

the chairs are
waiting.

limbs lean to the
ground,
heavy with apples
waiting,
round,
sweet velvet light,

all waiting.

poem by Steven Federle
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Poet

I am a poet.
I feel the colours of pain.
I watch the sky in the rain.
Waiting for the sun.
I hear soft promise
Of golden days.
As music stabs
When it plays
Deep in my heart.
I am a poet.
The moon is my mother.
She sings like no other
With dulcet tone.
When I am left alone.
She bathes me in blue.
As I die within the night
And lie with the dew,
Until the next starlight.
I am a poet.
I want that forever kiss
Carried by breeze
To bring sweet bliss.
That i can keep
Deep
Within my aching soul.
For when the drums roll.
And I fade
Into dark forest shade.
Then my music
Will pass through you.
Like a lovers sigh.
Hear the ocean cry
For a lullaby
In lonliness.
I could never possess
That beauty.
But will forever
Share
The rose that
I dared not to die.
A dreamer and a poet am I.

poem by Kevin East
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The Ballad Of The Beating Heart

when my love's face pops into my mind,
my heart starts to flutter.
what i'm looking for i will find.
love melts my heart like butter.
as soft and sweet as a butterfly's wings
my heart is fragile but,
he will always
make my heart bleed like an open cut
my beating heart is
as soft and sweet as a butterfly's wings

poem by Courtney Cole
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The Sweet Hello, The Sad Goodbye

Red like fire was the day i met you.
I tell you now, there are no regrets.
In this room there are many memories.
Some are good, some i try to forget.
I thought we were the chosen ones,
Who were supposed to fly.
We're very much the same, you and i.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we seem to run and hide.
And i can't help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
My heart was like a runaway train, babe.
I don't believe i've ever felt more alive.
In this room i hear voices linger.
We never talked about the price.
You know you're not the only one,
Who knows how to cry.
We're very much the same, you and i.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we run away and hide.
And i can't help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
We're very much the same, you and i.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Still waiting to get hurt, time after time.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
When love lies in our hands, we run away and hide.
And i can't help but wonder why.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
Goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.
The sweet hello, the sad goodbye.

song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lament

PEACE, your little child is dead:
Peace, I cannot weep with you;
I have no more tears to shed;
I have mourned my baby too—
I, that ne'er was wooed or wed.
Love has looked within your eyes,
Love has filled your hungry heart;
You have borne the babe, your prize;
You have blossomed, done your part,
Though the flower faded lies.
But to me was love denied—
God had said it might not be;
Still my hungry hopes abide;
All the motherhood in me
Aches—and starves, unsatisfied.
How my soul has yearned for thee,
Sweet, sweet unborn child of mine!
How thy life would tenderly
Round thy mother's life entwine—
Hope of hopes that may not be.
How thy hands would pluck my breast!
I have felt them o'er and o'er,
And thy soft, sweet skin caressed,
Baby mine I never bore!
Did I dream so?—dreams are best.

You have nothing now to fear,
Mother; you have fondled him,
Held his pretty face so near,
Laid your lips to each soft limb—
He is dead, but he was dear.
You have something you may mourn,
Some sweet memory to kiss;
I am lonelier, more forlorn;
God has left me only this—
My sweet babe that was not born.

poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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The Song of the Beasts

(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.)

Come away! Come away!
Ye are sober and dull through the common day,
But now it is night!
It is shameful night, and God is asleep!
(Have you not felt the quick fires that creep
Through the hungry flesh, and the lust of delight,
And hot secrets of dreams that day cannot say?). . . .
. . .The house is dumb;
The night calls out to you. . . Come, ah, come!
Down the dim stairs, through the creaking door,
Naked, crawling on hands and feet
- It is meet! it is meet!
Ye are men no longer, but less and more,
Beast and God. . . . Down the lampless street,
By little black ways, and secret places,
In the darkness and mire,
Faint laughter around, and evil faces
By the star-glint seen - ah! follow with us!
For the darkness whispers a blind desire,
And the fingers of night are amorous.
Keep close as we speed,
Though mad whispers woo you, and hot hands cling,
And the touch and the smell of bare flesh sting,
Soft flank by your flank, and side brushing side -
Tonight never heed!
Unswerving and silent follow with me,
Till the city ends sheer,
And the crook'd lanes open wide,
Out of the voices of night,
Beyond lust and fear,
To the level waters of moonlight,
To the level waters, quiet and clear,
To the black unresting plains of the calling sea.

poem by Rupert Brooke (1906)
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My Angel

My angel,
my sleeping angel held me through the night
hands so soft
In my eyes, he brought light
Empty words he said to me,
of a possible future I'll never see
But somewhere, deep inside
I know my angel loves me,
with such caress
fire in every touch
And when he slept
soft light whispered across him
his face carved of stone, perfection in every feature
My Sleeping Angel,
The one
I have found you,
My Angel

poem by Jacquelyn Burge
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