I Never Said This Was an Easy Love
Finding a soul-mate at the university,
We met at the Kierkegaard corner of the library,
Philosophical children in love with despair
With lonely eyes of drunken Kerouac.
Spring courtyard in the sun
Sitting with poetry,
Her magical metaphors
Entered my mind of longing.
I wanted us to grow old together,
To weather the storms of existence
And become fragile together.
But inevitably,
True forlorn beings
Of genuine sadness
Could never survive
Draining each other of joy.
So much lust of the soul,
Sexual desire of the mind
But it all subsides in time
To simple neurosis.
But it was love for awhile,
Maybe all that I’m capable of.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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What About Me
I see you here with me
I've waited all my life for someone like you
Someone to give my heart and soul to
I look into your eyes
Your love for me was such a welcome surprise
I think at last I've found forever
But what about me?
(I'll always love you)
What about me?
(I'll always need you)
You were my love before
But I need so much more of you
Time after time I feel I'm losing my mind
Or maybe this is what lovers must go through
It never entered my mind
We could be wasting our time
What am I gonna do?
But what about me?
No reason to pretend
True love affairs don't have to come to an end
The moment we don't have all the answers
I nearly go insane
Each and every time I hear you whisper my name
I feel the same when I'm around you
But what about me?
(I'll always love you)
What about me?
(I'll always need you)
This is so hard for me
I wanted so much to be with you
Time after time I feel I'm losing my mind
Or maybe this is what lovers must go through
It never entered my mind
We could be wasting our time
What am I gonna do?
But what about me?
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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My Soul Mate
My Soul Mate
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Saturday, November 19,2011 @ 1: 31 PM
My distress overwhelms me
Seeking contentment yet not finding any
Great is the void right now in my existence
Happier days are putting up a resistance
Peace of mind I find seldom
Waiting on a day that may never come
Sweet the memories of true winsome
Reflections inspiriting I do welcome
From isolation the body goes into seizure
For all things great or small needs closure
All things now feel of displeasure
A life no more of simple leisure
I feel so adrift without you
Now there’s nothing I can do
Dreams modest won’t come true
My glee passes in review
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
What I feel cannot be defined
To others I am sincerely blind
From this destiny I am now resigned
Hearing your voice brings so much gladness
It chases away all my sadness
Trying my best from not shedding a tear
When I see you everything becomes clear
Signing off I start to brood
Elation turns to a bitter mood
Feeling regret for the times we argued
For this heart you’ve truly slued
Lonely is the soul that waits
Thoughts in the mind vibrates
Lingering on a distinctive date
For I So long for my soul mate
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Silly Love Poem
Come hither,
Come hither my love
When the infant sun shines
And promises a sunny weather.
Come hither. Come hither...
Come hither,
Come hither my love
When the moon beams
In the company of multitude
And she promises a beam-soaked weather.
Come hither. Come hither...
Come hither,
Come hither my love
When the spring sets in
With a fragrant fanfare
And sensuous is the weather,
Come hither. Come hither...
Come hither,
Come hither my love
When the clouds run errands
For their master and
When lightening is the harbinger
And lively is the weather,
Come hither. Come hither...
Come hither,
Come hither my love
When autumn makes me lonely
In the soul of my creative pang
Be my soul-mate all-weather,
And come hither. Come hither...
With You On My Mind
(nathaniel cole, charlotte hawkins)
(with you on my mind,
With you on my mind)
With you on my mind,
How can I do anything?
With you on my mind,
All the time remembering.
Got an achin heart
Thinkin how it used to be.
With you on my mind,
When you gave your love to me.
I believed in your love (your love)
Thought I was your true love (true love),
But you found a new love (new love)
Who changed your mind (who changed your mind).
Now that you are gone,
I just seem to spend my time
Feelin so forlorn,
With you always on my mind.
~interlude~
Now that you are gone,
I just seem to spend my time
Feelin so forlorn,
With you on my mind.
Feelin so forlorn,
With you always on my mind.
(with you on my mind)
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Can't take anymore
Sitting here trying to wipe away these tears......
Dragging me through all this pain...
How can I forgive you over and over again?
Simple life is what I had in mind..... You would love me, I would love you..
I had no idea, what I was getting into........
I have no soul, I given everything to you..........
Just want to live my life with someone who is right, not putting me through all of his foolish pride. I just want someone right, who will love me every night. Someone to love me, no matter who is wrong or right........
Sitting here trying to wipe away these tears......
Dragging me through all this pain...
How can I forgive you over and over again?
Simple life is what I had in mind..... You would love me, I would love you..
I had no idea, what I was getting into........
I have no soul, I given everything to you..........
Just when I think things are right, You come a push me aside. Making me wonder, if I am alive? Have I lost all of my soul? Do I really need you to make me whole?
I living my life and forgetting about me...............
Sitting here trying to wipe away these tears......
Dragging me through all this pain...
How can I forgive you over and over again?
Simple life is what I had in mind..... You would love me, I would love you..
I had no idea, what I was getting into........
I have no soul, I given everything to you..........
poem by Sita Cabrera
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What Poetry Mean To Me
What does poetry mean to me
Poetry is the air I breathe
Poetry is the words that feed
My soul
To make me whole
Poetry is what makes me blossom
In the middle of spring
Poetry is what grows my garden
And makes it flourish with nature
Beauty
Poetry Is
My magical whim's that supply all my
Fantasy and fills my hopes and dreams
Poetry is the strong desire that keep the
Flames of love burning
In the midst of the hour
And lights up the sky
With beautiful hues of colours
Spreads from one globe to
Another
To swim the ocean deep
Just because of love
Poetry is that and more, which I
Hate to carry this on and on
But
Poetry is the love of our life that visit
Us in our dreams
Poetry is
Me and the worlds that wakes every
Morning to bloom and blossom
Even after the death has played it last
Song that breaks our hearts
Poetry is tears and moans
Grief and pain that Hunt's the
Soul
Poetry is the rain crying from
The sky
The sun the moon with the golden
Light
Poetry is a child laughter at play
The tears a child shreds in sadness
They cry
Poetry is just a book of songs you
And I write down in our journal
Each and every day
We
Mix them together again and again
That is poetry
Poetry is life woes
Life happiness
Poetry is life
Here now and after
Poetry is you and I
poem by Carolyn Sears
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As If You Read My Mind
Close your eyes til the morning
Close your eyes til the early dew
Get inside what youve been missing
Are the very first words that I heard coming from you
Take a chance on the secret
That you hide for beneath your dreams
Use your wildest imagination
You just tell me what it is and I will make it be
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
Lets get high on the happy
With a toast to you and me
Love is here just for the giving
And between us weve got all the love well ever need
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
As if you read my mind
As if you touched my soul
As if you knew exactly where I wanted to go
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Beauty on a Page
Poetry is the lyrics to an enchanting melody,
one that was composed for the simple purpose
of having beautiful words attached to it.
Poetry is chicken noodle soup
on a cold day when the soul is sad
and bones are aching with cold.
It is the medicine needed
when one feels lost or lonely
and only words of comfort are needed.
Poetry is a beautiful butterfly,
floating on a spring breeze,
flowing, gliding, whispering.
Poetry is the realization
and the answer to life's
toughest and most difficult questions.
It is the sound of soft wings
beating against air as a bird is released
from being captive and scared.
Poetry is simply a combination
of everything beautiful in life,
of everything fragile.
It is love, hope, pain, sadness, fear,
It is beauty on a page.
poem by Nick Downer
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Spelling LOVE
love you hey
love you from my heart
love you in my soul
love you lead my mind
love you all around
love you near
love you afar
love you with bright eyes
love you in tears
love you laughing
love you with joy
love you full of life
love you in dreams
love you to inspire
love you for peace
love you as mine
love you here
love you for all time
love you believing
love you with passion
love you from desire
love you so true
love you unconditionally
love you loving
love you always
poem by Ange de Lune
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In This Existence
A consistency of a love wanted and missed,
Seems as I age with desire for it...
To grow distant from my wishes.
I thought I had been in its midst,
On more than just one occasion.
But as misunderstandings go...
So did my feelings,
For a long lasting relationship.
Since this was not on someone else's list.
Someone I believed matched perfectly my wish.
A consistency of a love wanted and missed,
Seems as I age with desire for it...
To grow distant from my wishes.
But I'm hoping on my journey I will know,
What the having of true love means...
With a sharing it to grow.
I thought I had been in its midst,
On more than just one occasion.
But as misunderstandings go...
So did my feelings,
For a long lasting relationship.
This was not on someone else's list.
I learned to release with a letting go of it.
Although...
I am forever the optimist.
I'm hoping on my journey I will know,
What the having of true love means...
With a sharing it to grow,
In this existence.
That is my wish,
In this existence.
A consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
In this existence,
I remain optimistic...
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
That is my wish,
In this existence.
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
In this existence,
I remain optimistic...
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
I shall stay persistent,
In this existence...
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Moderns
To many reading modern poetry more interesting the meaning in the metaphors they seek to find
They feel it makes their brains work that much harder that it is good exercise for the mind
Rhyme for their great brains seems that bit too simple it does not test their thinking power at all
'Tis not a poem to them if it seems simple and the meaning in it easy to recall,
Yes rhyme for them it does seem that bit simple and deciphering it to them is not a test
The hidden meaning in the metaphors is something that does seem to try them best
Rhyme poetry to them is too simple and far too easy for to understand
It has to be blank verse with dozens of metaphors for their interest for to command
They look on rhyme and bush poets as inferior their preference in poets and poetry they make known
On literature they air their opinions like it is said to each their own
Their poetry evenings do seem quite exclusive rhyme poets to read they never do invite
Their unmusical lines that are laced with metaphors to each other they do recite
They do not like rhyme or they do not like bush poetry to them it is of another time
And in their poetry evenings there is no place for the men and the women of rhyme.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Live Is Blind
I tried to give you love
That was ever flowing
I tried to give a love
That could be so true
But you wanted less
Than I had to offer
What was I to do
I tried to bare a soul
That would swear devotion(?)
I tried to promise dreams
I would make come true
But you said that love was
A game for children
Here I stand, a fool
Love is blind
Blinded by love
You're all I can see in my eyes
My mind says, stop
But my heart says, go
And oh, how it hurts to find
It's true when they say that
Love is blind
Love is blind
I told myself if there
Was a chance to show you
Just how good a love affair could be
But love was something that
You had never given
I just couldn't see
I closed my eyes to all that
You never gave me
(???)My heart didn't wanna see
How you played around
And how well you showed me
How wounded love can be
Love is blind
Blinded by love
You're all I can see in my eyes
My mind says, stop
But my heart says, go
Oh, how it hurts to find
It's true when they say that
Love is blind
Love is blind
So blind
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Teenage Mind Translates Intimacy Meanings
teenage mind enters into
an interactive visual journey
of age defining transition
lust desire to love copulative
mounting mind consuming
intimacy is soul mate journey...
quest or testosterone estrogen...
conquest or love match eternity...
a star field player is up to play
relationship or married coupling
can be many desires including
a mind release load off the mind
playful satisfied bond rhythm friend
answers needs transient eternal
poem by Terence George Craddock
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PS
Her heart bleeds
It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze
At the page at the faces of nameless...
You're alone again
And this distortion is an apt replacement for
An unquenchable desire for more
More pages strewn across this sickening floor
I can't look at any of this
If they saw what those eyes have seen
Oh how her heart it would bleed
If she only knew those abusive roots
And how the children would weep
If they only saw what those eyes have seen
It always keeps us longer than we wanted to stay
It always takes us further than we wanted to go
But you don't seem to mind at the time
Begging to be set free...from what we were meant to be
Innocence
It's inside you and your soul is longing
song performed by by Project 86 from Drawing Black Lines
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
poem by Louis Rams
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Love Is Blind
I tried to give you love
That was ever flowing
I tried to give a love
That could be so true
But you wanted less
Than I had to offer
What was I to do
I tried to bare a soul
That would swear devotion(? )
I tried to promise dreams
I would make come true
But you said that love was
A game for children
Here I stand, a fool
Love is blind
Blinded by love
Youre all I can see in my eyes
My mind says, stop
But my heart says, go
And oh, how it hurts to find
Its true when they say that
Love is blind
Love is blind
I told myself if there
Was a chance to show you
Just how good a love affair could be
But love was something that
You had never given
I just couldnt see
I closed my eyes to all that
You never gave me
(? ? ? )my heart didnt wanna see
How you played around
And how well you showed me
How wounded love can be
Love is blind
Blinded by love
Youre all I can see in my eyes
My mind says, stop
But my heart says, go
Oh, how it hurts to find
Its true when they say that
Love is blind
Love is blind
So blind
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Has the woman arrived?
I have seen her picture, the one you are proud of
She is indeed beautiful
With long, brownish curly hair
Her smile is longing for you
It is moist
And warm
When was the last time you kissed her?
Two years, four, five
Or even one
It is such a long time
And you said you were crazy for her
Her neck entwined to yours
Her nails buried subcutaneously to your soul
Her sweat immersed to your
Chest hair and whirling in your
Masculine nipples
Captured
Your tongues twist like snakes in heat
In some isolated swamps
In your two mouths
You surely miss those thoughts of her
And she comes back to you
Like a breeze in the sea
And you wait
Here she comes. Hold your breath
Be kind enough. Use your fingers like tendrils to her
Vines. Be cautious, she is fragile, too glassy.
Lift her like
An expensive Chinese porcelain.
Then break her so gently
She will ask for it
Through the welcomes of her eyes
Like hands saying
Come to me come to me
Break me gently
Break me gently
I am closing my eyes I am spreading my self to this universe
She gleams in fading lights.
And you will be her strong darkness to blend
The colors of love, desire, lust, longing,
Love and lust, lust and love.
Feel her, dissolve in her softness
Your tenderness now diffused.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peaks
I saw the mountains,
They seem so strong,
Our fragile existence,
Is defined by the stone,
All love and longing,
Are over bearing here,
Among the peaks,
The peaks of stone,
And desire,
The power of the stone,
Its stronger then my soul,
Its ageless innocence,
Surrounds me,
Making my own innocence clearer,
Their strength seems to never fade,
Mine can only grow.
poem by Agata Konopka
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She Will Understand
I know of a beautiful, dark-haired girl.
I have never touched her hand,
But I have swooned at the thought.
We haven’t walked the lonely autumn streets
I love the best, the streets of poor children
Who smile through the gloom
As the leaves rustle down the broken concrete.
This lovely one has not yet fallen in love with poets
And the magical vision of poetry,
But she is on the verge; sadness is in her soul,
She has known childhood heartbreak,
The fragility of the inner-child,
And she is growing everyday into her goddess.
One day, she will see the beauty of a drunken poet
Who doesn’t want to hurt anyone,
The mysticism of a passionate heart,
The conviction of human dignity,
And the voice of one crying in the wilderness,
And then she will understand the one she doubts,
The one she criticizes, she will understand the voice of truth.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Synergy of Love
'Were you honed from poetry? '
I asked your saddened smile.
For it seems to tell a longing tale -
One of words in oratory
That speaks in languid metaphors
From lips of mind in deep despair
And solitude from inner wars
That over time has rendered life so frail.
'Were you carved from doleful prose? '
I sought to ask your gaze,
For a pain lies deep within your eyes -
One of barren territory
Where no fair heart could ever drift
And hope to venture back content
With grateful memories in a gift -
A land of your affectional demise.
'Do I hear a mournful hum? '
I wondered of your cry,
For it sings a song of deep lament -
One of quiet soliloquy
Recited on deserted strands
To waves that have no sense of song
And only wish to fight the sands -
A chant that cites emotional descent.
Do you know your face portrays
The colours of your soul?
It tells me at a single glance
Of how you burned your furnace whole
To stay the fire in our romance.
And see the prismic hues they bore!
I cherished all I ever saw:
Mauve of mystic; browns of rustic;
Reddened tones to match your blush;
Marine of passion, spending out your being,
Leaving you for ashen embers, fleeing
The dying light in hush of night.
And how you lay there empty.
So let me help re-grow the flowers
Once erect in fiery showers!
For now I've seen what love can do
When torn asunder - oh my catastrophic blunder!
But we must realise -
Our flaming want is meant to be!
We are the ocean and the sea;
The earth and moon; the sturdy tree:
All that makes the 'You and Me.'
And this is why I ache.
I wish to start again with thee,
In close and gripping
Synergy of love.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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