The Sadness
When I weep in darkness,
When the flowers fade
That I gave to you in a bouquet,
When the dream of your eyes
Meeting mine in a summery place
Has failed to materialize,
When I no longer have the hope
Of holding your hand
By the book store
Or the coffee stand,
I must retreat into the sadness
That destiny intended for me.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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In Absence
WAKE, do you wake in the dark in the strange far place,
Window and door not set like the ones we knew,
Leaning your face through the dark for another face,
Stretching your arms to the arms that are far from you,
Even as I, through the depth of this darkness, do?
Sleep, do you sleep in the house in the lonely land?
In the lonely room do you hear no steps draw near?
Do you miss in the darkness the hand that implores your hand,
See through the darkness your last dream disappear,
And weep, as I weep, in the outer darkness here?
Dream, do you dream? Nay, never a dream will stay,
Never a phantom is fond, or a vision kind.
Your dreams elude you and fly through the dark my way,
My dreams fly forth to you whom they may not find;
And we in the darkness weep, we weep and are left behind.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Competing Bouquets
How many times have I told myself
I'm not ready for love?
I tried it as a child
And failed as a man.
Time slips away
To discover anyone
I would care to convince
She ought to stay.
I'll just wind down my days
Sipping coffee
In some remote café
And try to flirt with a waitress:
If she calls my hand,
I'll say I didn't mean it.
I don't have the heart anymore
To enter into a heated explanation with a woman
For something I said or might have done,
I just don't have it in me any longer
To be jealous of anyone
When his bouquet is greater than mine.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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A Flattened Flower From the Bouquet
Some say to me I'm pitiful
craving the joy you intend for another
I'm the shadow roommate
the homely friend of the beautiful
girl she is;
the one you'll marry
and I will position myself
for the bouquet
when it is you I want.
You knock and enter;
I lower my eyes
unable to look at you
and you take a flower
from her bouquet
and give it to me
because that is the way you are
kind to everyone.
And I take it to my diary
and put it between my
written pages
where it will scent my thoughts
of what will never be.
The cruelest love of all
lies in that Love's Aspiration
lies dead in the road
unnoticed.
It's not your fault or hers
it's my own secret obsession
from which I'll never be free.
I sit in the window, looking out down below
and I hear your voice:
' I just want you to know
I think you are great'
and then you left
and I could hear her
crying softly
in a bedroom
full of tears
and I rise to look to see about her
trailing guilt
and hope against hope
and wonder
still reeling
from the fact
that you
had spoken to me;
no longer invisible
filled with your words which have splattered
onto me
intended from my roommate
electrified that you noticed me
a single flower from a bouquet
intended for her-
awakening then
from yet another daydream
of you
and me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Dream
dream of a better world where as people would see each other nothing more than people of a different shade of gray
I dream of all my problems crumbling in my hands never to utter another sound
I dream of love renewed no more forsaken the day of my fulfillment
I dream of blues skies and flowers lying in a field of hope and no more despair
I dream of moonlit nights where the smell of jasmine permeates the air with its sweet aroma
I dream of being in love once again with that person that just takes my breath away
I dream of angels dancing in candle light
I dream of naked waterfalls that drench my soul and ease my pain
I dream of earthly fulfillments never imagined before
I dream of paradise lost and never found
I dream of turquoise seas surrounding my unadorned body
I dream of piece no longer the beast devouring the children of the west
I dream of calmer seas that no longer rocks the boat of tranquility
I dream of you and me forever be
I dream no more the lonely night of my salvation
I dream of happiness once more on my enlightened soul
I dream of no more shadows haunting me as I slumber
I dream no more my weary eyes of sadness abound
I dream crying the day cometh the dawn no more
I dream walking on the beach with the one I love hand in hand
I dream of midnight caressing while the sun comes up
I dream of what could have been, what could be, and what has gone
I dream to no longer forsake my sanity to the darkness of my emotions
I dream of a place whereas I can lounge and bask in my redolence roses
I dream a dream of lesser conscienceless to the world that holds me back
I dream of no more waking hours consumed by society at large
I dream the dream of romantics no longer uttering there voices aloud
I am a dreamer, but without dreamers what would this world be
As empty as the heart that knows no love
As dark as the night that knows no stars
I think so there for I must have feelings
I live so there for I must be alive
I sleep so there for I must be a dreamer
Dream on and let the night bring you to places in the sun
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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There Is Only God
There is only God,
There is only love,
There is only friendship,
There are only kind beliefs
To guide us through storms and sorrows,
To see us through sadness unimaginable.
The current days are darkness
And desolate clouds,
But the soul is sunlight
Mingled with flowers,
I’d walk with you in a city park
If I could;
While I’m breathing,
I’ll put my poems in a bouquet for you
And try to be heroic in the pursuit of hope
And seeing you smile in a pleasant place.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Would Be
I would for you
be the summer wind
caressing your face.
I would be cooling rain
swirling jasmine bouquet
pressing round
that delicious mouth of yours.
.
I would be hope if you need that
in a storm
the port;
the beacon in the night
the soothing hand
on your fevered brow.
Your lover
when you need that,
a steadying hand
when anxiety attacks.
Come close by me.
I am what I need to be
taking that energy
you give
and having
it multiply
inside me.
I can be
because
you are all these for me
synergistic harmonies
giving back what you gave
me
in the first place;
and we
become one
out of two
no longer just me;
you
no longer
just you;
we're We.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Im Living A Dream
Chorus:
Im living a dream and here is the truth
cause I realized I was waiting for you
Im living a dream and holding your hand
I look in your eyes hope this love never ends
Chorus b:
Wohohoh wohoh
Youre the colour of my dreams, the best of my life
Wohohoh wohoh
Youre my daylight in the night and with you Im alive
Rap 1:
Youre my lady - unique like a melody
My best discovery eternally
L - o - v - e, you made it brighter
So that I could see - reality
I guide you through the darkness of the night
Alright - I protect you, hold you so I wanna tell you
Right here and now that youre the only one
And this is true, so true
Rap 2:
I feel your love, let me be your destiny
Now and eternally, you can count on me
cause you got the key to my heart
Well never part, till the end of our days
Ill pray that you stay by my side all the time
Let the sun shine and be mine
No one else could ever take your place
Your sweet embrace
Bridge:
Im living a dream now baby
cause I realized I was waiting for you
Im living a dream now baby
I look in your eyes hope this love never ends
Midpart:
You can keep the fire burning and you make me believe
This dream is everything I need
You can keep the fire burning, its your love I recieve
So listen to your heart, listen to your heart and dream
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Eventually
Open your eyes
Undo the seem
It's not like before
It's not just a dream
A hint of a smile
As your hand touches mine
No longer alone
I feel them entwine
Ah ah ah... Eventually
I'm holding your hand
You say quietly
Baby don't go
Stay here with me
So this is it
To you I belong
No more goodbyes
We knew all along
Ah ah ah... Eventually
Open you eyes shhh...
It's not just a dream
song performed by by M2M from The Big Room
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Leave a Prayer
During summer Saturday walks,
I notice the intricate design of flowers,
The majestic beauty that seems
To magically materialize
Before my eyes
And I smile.
Saturday evening downtown in the city,
I study the lonely men in seedy bars
And the homeless men roaming the streets
Like rickety cars,
And I feel the sadness of human defeat.
Sunday mornings I retreat to a parish church
Where a widow kisses the hand of a priest
And a grandmother scolds her granddaughter
For behaving inappropriately but with maternal sweetness
And then they embrace.
In every direction I turn my face,
I try to observe the sadness and the joy,
The victory and the demise,
The saintliness and the criminal intent,
I live my life in every respect
As a philosopher and a poet
And one day I do expect
I’ll die alone but leave a prayer.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Dream...
I dream of a better world, where we are all different shades of the same palette.
I dream of lifes disputes crumbling from our sight, never to be heard again.
I dream of blue skies and radiant flowers, as we stroll together through meadows of hope.
I dream of moonlit nights where the aroma of life permiates the air.
I dream of falling in love with the one who just takes my breath away.
I dream of angels dancing across the starry expanse of our horizon.
I dream of earthly achievements never imagined by men of limited vision.
I dream of peace, no longer the warring beast devouring my fellow man.
I dream of calmer seas that no longer rock the boat of man's tranquility.
I dream of you and I eternal, no more this lonely night of my existance.
I dream of walking on a golden beach with the one I love, hand in hand.
I dream of what might have been, what is now, and what has yet to be revealed.
I dream of no longer forsaking my sanity to the darkness of my emotions.
I dream of no more waking hours consumed by the unfulfilled promise of nirvana.
I am a dreamer, but without dreamers what would our world be?
As empty as a heart that knows not love, As dark as a night bereft of stars.
I feel therefore I must have feelings, I breathe therefore I must be alive.
I sleep therefore I am destined to be a dreamer, so I say dream on.
Let your dreams bring you to a place of everlasting serenity...
Because we exist, We dream...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Clouds In My Coffee
(dieter bohlen)
Producer for bonnie: dieter bohlen
Oh do you remember the moment
When the sky turned to a sad shade of grey
As darkness crept over the ocean
Then you turned - to walk away
I looked to the place at the table
Your face - no longer Id see
The reflection I saw in your coffee
Was a bitter reflection of me
*clouds in my coffee
And tears in my heart
Thats what Im feeling
Youve torn me apart
Clouds in my coffee
It could be a dream
But as you walk away
Its all I can see
I still remember the feeling
As the night woke up to the dawn
To awake and realise the meaning
What my eyes had focused upon
These rooms so cold and so empty
Just spaces where photographs were
The echoing silence assured me
That you really were no longer here
*repeat
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Go and pray for her soul
Go and pray for her soul
Somebody told me
She is back in town
My eyes lit in happiness
Heart beats increased
My desire to meet her
Came back to life
I got ready
Wore the best dress
I had
Bought a bouquet
Of flowers
Prayed to god
Thinking
What I would say to her
Ran to her house
I was Perspiring
My heart thumping
I saw a big lock
On the door of her house
I was shocked
In despair
Tears in my eyes
My wish of meeting her
Could not materialize
A neighbor came
And asked
Why I was there?
I told the matter
With a gloomy face
He informed me
Somebody had played
An ugly prank on me
She can never come
She was no more
She had died long ago
Go and pray for
Her soul
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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My Tomb
The four walls around me,
The bed in which I lay.
A lock on my door,
Keeps everyone away.
The outside world has nothing,
Not a single thing for me.
For I lost the angel of my life,
An angel as beautiful as she.
I lay within these four walls,
Counting the time go by.
The day quickly comes to an end,
And then I close my eyes.
It is then I dream of her,
As I lie here in my room.
In my dream I leave from here,
This place I call my tomb.
No more walls around me,
No more bed in which I lay.
I have broken from the locks,
That kept me here to decay.
In my dream I am with her,
No longer am I sad.
For in my dream she never leaves,
Destroying everything we had.
In my dream we are happy,
Our love will only grow.
Reaching to the Heavenly skies,
Leaving the world below.
In my dream I'm full of life,
No longer live in gloom.
My angel has pulled me from the trap,
Of this place I call my tomb.
I want to stay in this dream,
For when I am asleep.
No longer do I miss her,
No longer do I weep.
I want to stay in this dream,
I never want to wake.
For when I'm here with my angel,
No longer do I ache.
I want to stay in this dream,
Don't ever pull me out.
I want to stay here forever,
For here there is no doubt.
Eventually my eyes will open,
I see the walls of my room.
Once again I'm locked up,
As I lie here in my tomb.
poem by Adam McKim
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At Peace
You've moved on to find another,
My love for you, you did smother,
I gave you all I had to offer,
But all you did was make me suffer,
I'm sorry that I wasn't your dream man,
I would of done anything for you, just give me a hand,
Once what was two lovers, now just friends,
My heart it still takes time to mend,
My love is all that I sent,
True love.. I thought that was what it meant.
I'm sorry for wasting all your time,
I just wish that you were once again mine,
But that was all in the past,
We sure did have a blast,
But now it is gone,
My heart is again scorn.
The pain too much to ignore,
My head, my soul, are sore,
I wish it away,
I just need you to say,
That it wasn't just a test,
That your not just a mess.
I wish you to be happy,
And I don't mean to be sappy,
But I hope you move on with life,
I hope that other boys don't cause you too much strife,
Because i have let you go,
I no longer need you so :)
The flowers you sent,
The words that you supposedly meant,
They no longer are here,
Your future I can tell is quite near,
poem by Jordan Moore
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The Hero Did Rise!
Once in a time when struggles existed
trials were many, and evil persisted:
there came a great fight in the dark of the night
and in destiny's eyes
the hero did rise!
Surrounded with hope, and cloked with the Spirit
he stood in the darkness and, lo, did not fear it.
With demons beguiling, and Lucifer smiling:
against his demise
the hero did rise!
With loss in his heart, and blows to his soul;
the vicious assault was beyond his control.
Yet, strong did he stand, upheld by God's hand
and despite their vain tries
the hero did rise!
The king of all demons in undaunted measures,
lusted to seal him as unto his pleasures.
But, he was resisting, and also persisting
in fighting the lies as
the hero did rise!
Too strong for the devil, he overcame death
and yelled through the darkness with fiery breath:
'You can not defeat me! Nor hope to retreat me!
Your immanence dies! '
The hero did rise!
poem by Chris Schleier
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The Unsold Bouquets
the remaining bouquets
the flowers are still fresh
but this late valentine night
they look particularly
bare of hope for a sale
three bouquets on a table
that have become too big for them
during the day, there were
so many of them
one over the other
a city of eager lovers
head over heels
in choosing of the best roses
to convey their feelings
to their fancied
flowers, blooms, blossoms
their grace, fragrance and
semblance of intimacy
won the day for the
hot blooded men who wilted
in the face of transmitting
their innermost thoughts
to their new loved ones
so many of his hearts went
into the girl's when she
acceped his bouquet
so many of his lovelorn nights
turned into nights of hope
now a girl in a condominium
still carries a dream to have
that sweet bouquet from
her secret love
a three-year dream
a bouquet a year
that's three bouquets
three bouquets that sit
on a big vacant heart
longing to be bought
longing to be given away
longing to fill up a lonely heart
giving her life the colours she longs for
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Forever
The Way I Feel,
The Way I Do,
The Way I Wanna Be With You,
The Way You Don't Love Me,
The Way I want U 'n' Me,
The Way Is Not My Destiny,
The Way Can Never Be......
The Way My Heart Beats For You,
The Way These Eyes Search For You,
The Way There's A Zeal In Meeting You,
The Way I Wait In The Longest Queue,
Just In A Pleasure Moment Of Meeting You......
The Way Can't Imagine Night Without A Star,
The Way Want You Drive Me A Place So Far,
The Way You Share My Joys And Pain
No Matter How Far We Are,
The Way I Want You Hold My Hand
And Always Stay Together,
The Way You Can Be Never Ever,
But This Way I'll Remain......
Forever.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Accidentally Finding Aglaia
I was startled and happy
Accidentally Finding Aglaia
On Ushakov Avenue
Near the coffee shop
On the summery day
After not having seen her
For several years
That witnessed my divorce
As well as other dramatic downfalls
Like the loss of friends
Through tragic ends.
She reminded me of our youth
On Dnipro beaches
Swimming in the sunlight
And kissing in the sand
As children laughed at us
And then later holdings hands
Nears St. Catherine’s Cathedral
Where her mother wed.
Oh, to be with her again
In Askania-Nova Park
Where the Russian flowers smile
On pleasant paths of romance
And dreams make love
In the perfumed afternoon.
If I could only return
To the Opera House
Where we sat in awe
With ecstasy in our hearts
And listened and watched
Tchaikovsky’s Eugene Onegin
And I intoxicatingly imbibed
The fragrance of her hair!
Marriage was in store
For both of us
But to acquaintances
That were never intended
To be our soul mates
For the duration
Of our spiritual journey!
I lost her somehow
On a college street
And never found her again until now.
Is she still with
A husband of passionless embraces?
Does the marriage persist
For the sake of children?
Dare I seek to push aside her hair
And kiss the nape of her neck?
I myself have nothing left to protect
But perhaps her family has more meaning
Than the feelings I desire to retrace,
More importance of survival
Than the emotions I seek to revive.
How does a man know
When to pursue a love of destiny
Or to refrain for the sake
Of moral philosophy?
Should one let go a second time
What he should have kept
From the beginning?
Will my darkness lead
To perpetual gloom
If I shrug my shoulders and allow her to walk away
Down Ushakov Avenue?
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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