Forbidden Kiss
The fog presses against me.
I look around, but I see only the fog.
Its quiet.
So quiet I can hear my heart beating in my chest.
Hurried footsteps break the silence.
The sound echoes around me.
I turn around and around, looking for the source of the sound.
But see no one.
I continue to search the fog for someone, anyone.
Suddenly, the fog before me separates and a silhouette appears.
He is looking around frantically, but then his eyes fall upon me.
And then he is running to me, calling my name: 'Rose! '
He stops before me and sweeps me into his arms.
He then holds me at arms length.
'You scared me, Rose, ' He whispers to me.
He lowers his face to mine and our lips touch...
... And before my eyes, the man I loved, turn to ash....
(Written: November,1st 2010)
poem by Diana Young
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The Lover
with his fingers so soft they touch my face lightly
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the craving for him unbearable most of the time
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Clair de Lune
In the moonlit room your face,
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Round about us in the night,
And my arms are round about you
In the silence of the night.
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Where I tremble lest from sleep
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And I fade into a dream.
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Where Your First Rose?
Someone use to remember loved once after many years (first rose-First love) that we never forget. Looking for it again hence nothing can accomplishes first love. Time has changed every things...
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Where your first rose?
Where your first rose?
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Where your first rose?
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Where your first rose?
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Where your first rose?
Smell like angels perfume
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Where your first rose?
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Where your first rose?
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Where your first rose?
That only dedicated you
By a true angel on earth...
Where your first rose?
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Again with jealous eyes...
Where your first rose?
That gives to you
Behalf of true love...
Where your first rose?
That’s become a disappear
After you say no...
Where your first rose?
That has an ocean deep of value
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Where your first rose?
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O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2010
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2010
poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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051410G cuddling around
throbbing reverberates around
slipping through known sound
i'm enjoying holding your hand
i lean my face on your warm palm
you comb my hair with your fingers
you bend getting closer for whispers
quick strum of guitar raise my eyelids
i turn searching; where is your lips
you started to talk i put my finger on
you remain quiet and wanted to bite
i pulled and i tickled you, on your side
you hug my head between your chest
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The Laughing World
Right now day one I fall hard when I fall
I always fall on you
Face first head down eyes closed arms out to break my fall
We fall down like a world of noise
We get lost inside the length of our own time
And the laughing world will never forget that its when you jam that I jet
I see I want I reach I fail to hold the things that I need
I turn to reach for you I want to touch our life before it fades like a burning car in the sun
We flame for the all in plain view
And the laughing world will never forget that its when you jam that I jet
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First rose
A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.
A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.
And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.
She took the oak to make the parting,
‘Here! ’ a presentation startling.
Drawing deep through radiant lips, she
Kissed her very dream: a crimson rose.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Terrible Night
In the sweetest moment
of the night,
when sleep and dreams would
relieve and encompass
conscious thoughts.
I heard a sound.
I was awaken by the sound.
The sound came from the
door and it was lighter than
the tick of the clock.
I rested on the wall.
Hugged myself with a
preambulating heart
that has refuse comfort
because of the quiet sound.
The sound came again.
This time it was rapid.
Sinking me deep in fear,
enveloping me with goose pimple.
Suddenly, the sound stopped.
I stared at the door,
awaiting my fate.
For the night is still young and
deep within i long for dawn.
I waited.
There was nothing. Every
thing was quiet, too quiet.
Except sound from my beating
heart and tickling clock.
My eyes were wide open.
I focused on the door while
my thoughts move to and fro
my past and present deeds.
Oh Lord i cry, forgive me.
Time passed by.
The cock crow, immediately
i had a staggering courage.
I walked slowly to the door,
with immerse fear, i opened it.
With great sigh, i was relieved
though i had lost my sleep.
All this while, i have been
denied a good night by my
neighbour's dog, who was
found sleeping close to my door.
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Moonlite
MOONLIGHT
Moonlight on the water
Dancing across the waves
A coy dog's plaintive cry
Echoes above the billowing haze
Gazing at the scene there
A camper stops to smile
At a glistening ripple
And watches for awhile
Upon the rivers surface
The muskrats play around
Up and down the river's length
They never make a sound
But, here I am on the shoreline
And all that I wish to see
Is the strength of the the arms I long for
To protect and shelter me.
I thank God for that quiet strength
Don't take it all from me
I thank you for the scene I see
And the one who sets me free
Jim 1994
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Forever Yours
yours in your arms ur smile the look in your eyes the sound ur beautiful heart mask the beating boom boom boom the very sweet sound of the ticking of ur heart holding u now an forever more asking god to not ever wake me if this is a dream a dream of eternal wonder i never seem lost wen i speak with u the very thought of u is better then anything better then sum things ur a sweet heart with a wonderful hear a good mind and beautiful eyes i pray and ask god that one day to hear ur voice again it echoes in my mind it seems like forever since we first spoke i heard them beautiful words from you u i could never do anything bad or wrong to u jus always b there for u now and forever id be in ur service for watever u wanted jus say what u want done and itd be done right away the feeling i get wen u say my name makes my very heart fast and faster ur so special and sweet i hope u would never change cuz the way u are now is jus great id always be forever yours
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Silence
I got a feeling
Everything's gonna be alright
And I still find my way
And I heard
It's always darkest before the storm
So come on let it rain
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The world was so much brighter
Now I finally found the truth
Of what they hid for me
That world was so much kinder
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But my own voice
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Is what it is
By my own choice
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That we were meant to learn from our mistakes
And stumble along the way
Now I know
That people are gonna grap what they can take
Then just turn away
Everybody's searching
But no one really knows the truth
The world is upside down
What it's all about right now
Will soon turn to gray
Their promises have faded
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Don't hear a sound
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Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
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Is what it is
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Have turned their backs on me
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How it should be
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
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Don't hear a sound
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But my own voice
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The Watcher
I think I hear the sound of horses' feet
Beating upon the graveled avenue.
Go to the window that looks on the street,
He would not let me die alone, I knew.'
Back to the couch the patient watcher passed,
And said: 'It is the wailing of the blast.'
She turned upon her couch and, seeming, slept,
The long, dark lashes shadowing her cheek;
And on and on the weary moments crept,
When suddenly the watcher heard her speak:
'I think I hear the sound of horses' hoofs-'
And answered, ''Tis the rain upon the roofs.'
Unbroken silence, quiet, deep, profound.
The restless sleeper turns: 'How dark, how late!
What is it that I hear-a trampling sound?
I think there is a horseman at the gate.'
The watcher turns away her eyes tear-blind:
'It is the shutter beating in the wind.'
The dread hours passed; the patient clock ticked on;
The weary watcher moved not from her place.
The gray dim shadows of the early dawn
Caught sudden glory from the sleeper's face.
'He comes! my love! I knew he would!' she cried;
And smiling sweetly in her slumbers, died.
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