Everyone Is A Hurting Child
There are many remarkable women
That the boundary of historical years
Has prevented me from meeting.
I have often been near tears
Reading the fragments of Sappho,
Or merely gazing at a photograph
Of Emily Dickinson.
When I was a young boy,
I remember reading the Bell Jar
And seeing pictures of Sylvia Plath,
I thought she was so beautiful,
Nearly as beautiful as her amazing words
That brought both fear and sorrow
To my tiny beating teenage heart.
She was dead in 1963,
A year before my birth,
I still hoped there was some way
To love and rescue her!
Now, as the years unwind
Through broken relationships and dark nights,
I’ve come to realize, everyone is a hurting child
And that I’ve made more women sad than sweetly smile.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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04. Beautiful Women
young women, old women
in their heart
despite the years
the yearning to be beautiful
young women, old women
they look at each other
one with envy
the other with fear and contempt (of the wrinkles, old age)
young women, old women
they look into each other
one for a mother
the other for a daughter
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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4 All The Women/girls Out There!
a women.
delicate.
strong.
beautiful.
she can tease.
she can smile.
she can do such harm that makes us men kneel down and bow.
lol
of course all girls wants to be the princess in their mans heart.
always wanting the attention they can never get.
but only a girl with honor, integrity, and patient's
will be the most beautiful girl of all.
im saying not all women arent beautiful.
they all are.
just different ways of showing.
a womens humor.
a womens passion.
their every move
is unique
also extraordinary.
every women got a way to cast a spell on a guy.
something bout each women keeps a guy going back.
and wanting more.
and if your a women reading this. no! not that.
i mean for you.
wanting you.
for your personality.
the way you smile.
the way you cry.
the way you laugh and dance.
this is for all the women out there who thinks they are not good enough, or thinks they are ugly. your not ugly! ! !
i know that everyone has an ugly side. but look deep in yourself and you will find,
a beautiful soul ready to blossom...
poem by Dislocated Heart
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Remarkable Women
We women are remarkable
and we all know that's true.
We look for the bright side
in most that we do.
We birth our babies
and stand the pain.
We heal their wounds
and still remain
able to focus on our man
and do for him all we can.
We women are remarkable
and that's why we're here.
We can cry uncontrollably
and still dry our tears.
We all stand together
shoulder to shoulder
and keep all our friends
as we grow older
and are able to focus on one another
as if they were our sister or brother.
We women are remarkable
and can always be counted on
to lend a helping hand
'til your troubles are gone.
So don't ever change ladies.
Remember why you're here.
You become more remarkable
with every passing year.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Heart is Broken
Does anyone know that my heart is broken?
Perhaps no one really knows because of the laughter I show when I'm with them,
Nobody knows that my heart is hurting because of that person.
Those days in love it was the laughter that made me happy,
Waking up in the morning next to the person that I loved,
It was everything that I could wished for,
But the laughter faded when the person said it was over.
Years have passed by but the memories are still here,
And I don't think I could ever erase the person from my mind,
Those wonderful memories from my heart.
My heart is bleeding from the sad memories that were once happy,
I can laugh and laugh,
I can lie to myself and my friends,
But the tears from the laughter are the tears from the heartbreak.
Sometimes in the nights I hear myself laughing,
The laughter that echoes through the nights,
Through the lonely dark room,
I sometimes realize that not all of the echoing sounds are laughter,
But they are the tears and sadness coming from my heart.
How can I erase anything when the person's love was so beautiful?
How can I erase that person from my memory,
When I still love that person so much
poem by Heather Noble
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My Cavalier And My Friends
Long nights I was right there
Waited for you to come
The tears flowed up of my heart
The days became so long
The time has stopped there
Since the day you've gone
Years still are humbling by
Your words still like a knife are hurting my heart
Yet all still there in my heart
I gather them in my hands
I count them every day
I kiss them one by one
Once I forget that you've gone
My heart begins to fly
Flies again up there with the birds begins to sing love songs
Yea this is the where I always wanted to be
I become once again the most beautiful goddess of love
How amazing is the view of the life when I watch it from the sky
But I'm not there any more at once I return back to ground
Ah you were my honest cavalier and your words always expected to be real than real
Never thought that they could be unreal
Since you've gone my love
Across the nights I'm always alone
Untill me and the night became friends
He saw my aches and felt my heart pain
The night and his friends are my dearest friends
Every time I cry they come out of my dark clouds
We all begin to play games
The night and the moon and the stars with the sky
We all are good friends
Once I begin to cry they begin mocking to make me smile
Ah my love now I have lot of friends to take care of your pain.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Young, Dumb and Beautiful
Young, dumb and beautiful
She is everything I need
Young, dumb and beautiful
She means the world to me
Young, dumb and beautiful
A flower for the world to see
Young, dumb and beautiful
So glad she loves me
I used to stare into her eye's in awe
The passion we shared made my heart fall
I hope she knows she means the world to me
Never thought someone so beautiful would ever love me
So many countless nights I yearned for true love
Prayed for God to send me an angel from above
Now I know that some prayers come true
Because every morning when I wake its next to you
Young, dumb and beautiful
Thank you for being mine
Young, dumb and beautiful
A love to grow with time
As I hold your hand down this bright road.
Gonna tell you something that Ive never told.
Want you to know I love you so.
Let us share our hearts forever more.
Young, dumb and beautiful
Blow a kiss into the breeze
Young, dumb and beautiful
She's brought me to my knee's
poem by Lance Carthen
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Black rose for my beautiful black women
My beautiful black women take some time to relax, close your
eyes, and let my words rub your backs until your notions come to a
climax from the sensual stimulation in your spin.
My beautiful black women I respect the fact that how you react to men indirect acts and unconditional facts.
My beautiful black women, I understand your pain and your strain, for the day you birth, us men had gained.
My beautiful black women, speak loud, speak proud for all men to understand that you are profound, and endowed.
My beautiful black women, that is dexterous and need not extras, thank God for your beautiful soul for it was told a woman’s love is greater than a man that is why we as men should be glad to hold your hands.
Written by James Brown
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Hope’s Words
It seemed a day very pleasant
So fine in weather, beautiful in shades
Nothing seemed wrong
Except for the pain in my heart
Longing for a smile,
I cried to my bitter heart’s content
I drowned in my own tears,
With no hard hearts melted
It seemed that it didn’t matter
If I was alive or dead
Circumstances pointed dead
Despair shook me inside out
But the soft, celestial voice,
Yes, hope’s voice told me sweetly
‘Fear not, child, no matter what
You see or hear. I’ll see you through.’
I knew not before
That a thought could change
One forever for good
Yet, hope’s words did and
Thankful for them
They saved my heart from despair
And did save my life from
The very mouth of eternal damnation.
poem by Emily Angel
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The Women Of My Past
I remember the women of my past
How to them, I was just a plaything
Relationships that would never last
After they took all I had to bring
I admit it, I had some fun
Especially between the sheets
Nights ended and with the sun
I was alone between those sheets
There were women who wanted to play
With my body but mostly my mind
To them, all I was was an easy lay
Was this the only kind of woman I would ever find?
Flings, and a one night stand or two
Not that I wasn't looking for more
It seemed that was all they wanted to do
The next morning, I was shown the door
Looking for her, my.elusive love
I met women who became friends
But she, the woman I dreamt of
Was somewhere between this Earth's ends
To find her, I would solemnly vow
I'd never give up or stop trying
I had my share of heartache, and how
Some women liked me better crying
Long before this, the biggest mistake of my life
I was a horny teenager, with a pregnant girlfriend
Doing the right thing, I made her my wife
Ten years later, it shattered to an end
Damn! The years fly by so fast
Women, they come and they go
Adding to the women of my past
Barbara darling, you'll stay I know
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Thames! Beautiful Thames!
Thames! Beautiful Thames!
Thames River arises at Gloucestershire,
flows thro' London, the capital of U.K;
Thames River is tidal in London
With a rise and fall of 7 meters,
The river is fed by more than 20 tributaries;
The Thames River which flows alongside
several other towns and cities -
Oxford, Reading, Henley-on-Thames,
Windsor, Kingston upon Thames and Richmond -
is beautiful;
Thames River has a total length of 215 mile,
River banks on either side are beautiful,
Pavement strolling stretch on either side
is beautiful;
Boats sailing in Thames river are beautiful,
Young women who sail in the boats are beautiful,
White swan pairs' which swim in the river are beautiful;
Watching swans from the bridge,
- which spans Reading and Caversham -
somersaulting to catch the fish
is still more exciting and beautiful!
Thames! Beautiful Thames!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Beauty Is You
Every day of my life, I see beauty around me
The smile of a child, a new dawn, even a tree
But the most beautiful thing is you
All objects coloured sky-blue are beautiful too
A gymnast's performance, a dolphin in the sea
green landscapes, millions of birds flying free
But the most beautiful thing is you
Your hair, your eyes and even your owl tattoo
Looking at your pic when you were only seven
anyone would say -this child fell from Heaven-
Years go by and you still keep such childish smile
when met you at the station, your cute face caught my eye
Beautiful is your mind, and also your heart
your feelings and thoughts, your fingers on the guitar
Beauty is to see you happy, instead of sad
moving forward and not looking back
Beautiful are the tears you have shed for me
they say more than all words on a paper could be
yeah, you are full of beauty, but beautiful is too
the unconditional love I deeply feel for you
DEDICATED TO PAUL J.DORLING
poem by Eva Marrero
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Diana - The Spiritual Art Sculpture
Every fragment of your Sculpture
Breathes light, life and love all over me
When a nights silence is left unbroken
Lo and behold! A beautiful morning is awoken
O! Why? O! Why?
O! I don't know why
I write these words for thee
In those eyes, I see a part of me
An assembled reality of immortality
An unadulterated moment of purity
That intense symbolic sign of spirituality
Yet in reality, your life lay in the hands of destiny
Every inch of you bears character
A friend, lover, mother and daughter
Your sculpture occupies more than matter
Beautiful are your smiling eyes
Beautiful are your lips
Both deserve a kiss of everlasting peace
I speak for all as the years pass by
Our love for you only increases
Sorrows for you appear not to decrease
By chance one day we shall all try!
And grant your soul rest in one peace
Poem by Sylvia Chidi(Copyright) - 29/12/2007
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Thought Of You
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the its about time album. it has also been released on the country classics album.
Its been almost a year since that beautiful weekend
It was more than a lifetime ago
How it happens to mind after all of this time
And brings tears to my eyes I dont know
Its the thought of you
And the way that it hurts to be so much in love
The thought of you
Brings it all my way
I know that its late, Im sorry I called
Im surprised to have found you at home
Its just once in awhile I remember your number
I was hoping that youd be alone
For I thought of you
And the way you can turn it around with a smile
The thought of you
Brings it all my way
I know that its over, but I cant discover a way to erase how I feel
I remember the nights and the passionate fights and I know that I love you and I always will
And I want you to know that Im always here for you
Any day, any night, any time
It happened before, it could happen once more
Theres a chance that you might change your mind
For I thought of you
And the way that it feels to be safe in your arms
The thought of you
Brings it all my way
I know that its over, but I cant discover a way to erase how I feel
I remember the nights and the passionate fights
And I know that I love you and I always will
Its been almost a year since that beautiful weekend
It was more than a lifetime ago
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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What Men Need To Know About Women
She will not be looking at you when the food arrives
She will not be looking at you in the midst of children
She will not be aware of you if there is a cat, or dog
She does not love you past three years but loves the idea of you.
She is not romantic past 25.
She does not care as much about how you look past 25. Other things come to matter more.
She talks to her friends more than you.
You like doing it, she likes foreplay.
Your choice is just for now, she is thinking, after 30, about forever
She is thinking she has allowed you to capture her.
Women choose you, not the other way around.
You are not as handsome as Ben Franklin past 45.
If she is not the star you are the villain
Learn to go blind after 45
Young women don't know how to make love, older women do
Younger men don't know how to make love, older men do.
There is no truth that can't be clouded by memory.
She remembers everything. You don't.
You fear losing your hair, women fear losing their beauty and their bodies.
The way to a woman's heart is through the restaurant menu and the beautiful house and affection.
Women talk, you don't
Women are smarter than you outside the office
Women are smarter than you in the home
Ok, you are smarter at work.
The secret of romance is her being attracted to you and you doing nothing to mess that up.
If you think sex is the key to making women fall in love with you, you'd be better off betting on chocolate-the odds are better.
Learn to like women, things work out better that way.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Day Old Shep Died
it's been thirty years,
that he's been gone,
the day he died, brought tears,
all day, i played his song.
for nine long years,
i loved him and he loved me,
the day he died, broght tears,
toward the end, he could barely see.
when he died, i was seventeen years,
my child hood died that day,
the day he died, brought tears,
during his youth, we were always at play.
him and i was, so close in years,
when i got shep he was five and i eight,
the day he died brought tears,
he always ate his meals, off our plate.
he died at eighty-four in human years,
he lived to a ripe old age,
the day he died brought tears,
for this poem, he set the stage.
i can't believe, its been so many years,
i think about him, all the time,
the day he died, brought tears,
but old shep, was all mind.
of all these many years,
no dog has taken the place of old shep,
the day he died, brought tears,
i'll always remember, that dog with pep
in memory of old shep 1946-1960 written june 21,1990
These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Given a glance then a dance
Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women
Lost in a daze of green
A daze I've seen
Spotlights on these beautiful women
Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women
Lies in these and fears in these lost women
These come at a cost women
Show, bought and ready to go
At a price higher then they know
These women worth more then gold
Priceless
But still sold
Oh these lost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That your beautiful
Not meant to be bought women
Beauty needs to be taught in these women
Instead of this that is not
Left in them to rot
Oh these beautiful women
These I've seen
Women whos pupils are all green
Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs
Silent cries eventually taking its toll
Night after night eventually breaking the soul
I see these city lights and flashy cars
These beautiful women lost under stars
These daughters and sisters and mothers
These lost women
These come at a cost women
Don't you know your beautiful
Not hot women
That you’re beautiful
Not meant to be bought women.
©Copyright 2008
poem by Regan Mackenzie
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Watching Swans From Caversham Bridge
Thames! Beautiful Thames! !
Thames flows through London
Thames is tidal With a rise and fall
of 7 meters in London;
Thames flows through 'Reading'
And its banks are beautiful,
Pavement strolling stretch on either side
is beautiful;
Boats sailing in Thames
Young women who sail in the boats
White swan pairs' which swim in the river
are beautiful;
Watching from Caversham bridge,
somersaulting swans catching the fish
is still more exciting!
Thames! Beautiful Thames! !
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Fathers Dilemma (daughters stages)
she was brought into this world
as beautiful as can be.
played with her dolls - naturally.
a few years later she reaches puberty.
and the years are going by much to fast for me.
soon she becomes a teenage girl
making the rounds
and with her friends getting down.
listening to the music of her generation
moving her body, and feeling the sensations.
the teen years is when i worry
hoping that the years will go by in a hurry.
then she reaches womanhood
and life 'dawns on her' as it should.
all the do's and don'ts that i preached
she has finally gotten to reach
that stage in her life
that now she thinks twice.
now a full grown woman, and so much in love
planning her wedding, and using turtle doves.
a smile on her face, and joy in her heart.
getting ready for a brand new start.
being a newly wed with so much to learn
and old bridges, she has to burn.
now she has to WORK, COOK, CLEAN
and everything else in between.
she can no longer procrastinate
for it is 'much too late'.
a year later has come and gone
and her doctor hits her with the bomb.
you are pregnant, and a boy you'll bare
this is the news you have to share.
six months later out he came
a little boy and ' JAMES' is his name.
now she's gone through all the
stages that a female must do.
CHILD, PUBERTY, TEENAGER, WOMANHOOD
and now MOTHERHOOD.
and every stage she carried me through.
and as her father i will pray, and i'll love
her more than words can say.
poem by Louis Rams
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I am in crazy in love with Girls
It amazing how life is transformed sometimes
I don’t know whether it because of the changing of the season
But let me tell something interesting
When I was young I could pay no interest that there are people who are beautiful
As soon as I grew up I had people talking to me
They say what a beautiful child am I.
But today I am old
As long as I could see I could see that there people who are beautiful
Next to me I sit along a beautiful girl both left and right
Even the room where we are is beautiful
That is the way why I offer a smile to each and everyone for the first time
I can see the reason why I lick my finger no more
It because such nice people give a warm welcome baby
Yes they can say what ever wrong to me but I think I must forgive them
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
Wooo hhooh woo huhu hugh
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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