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I Love My Mom

I love my mom, she gives so much
I long to feel her gentle touch.
She helps me grow, she helps me learn
I see her love at every turn.
 
When trouble looms, I feel her near
I know there's nothing I need fear.
From dawn to dusk, she's here all day
She keeps the dangers well at bay.
 
Every day when I wake up
Its love from Mom that fills my cup.
I hear her voice, I see her smile
There's joy between us all the while.
 
A special time it is today
Who ever thought it would be this way
You gave me life and now I'm here
You're a mom, it's your first year.
 
If I could talk and send a note
You'd cherish all the things I wrote
"I love you Mom" it sure would say
I wish you happy mother's day.

poem by Robert Keller
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Intimacy

I hear people say, "I love my iPhone, "
Or, "I love drinking a Starbucks coffee."
Sometimes: "I love my Versace cologne, "
And also: "I love having this money."
I hear people say, "I love my Walmart, "
Or, "I love the drive-thru at Taco Bell."
"I love my TV. It's state of the art."
"I love the shoes that Nike has to sell."
I hear this: "I love American Idol, "
And, "I love a nice, cold Budweiser."
"I love medicines such as Demerol."
And, "I love my internet provider."
Yet, one thing I don't hear is, "I love you."
Saying that is too intimate to do.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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At play

Play that you are mother dear,
And play that papa is your beau;
Play that we sit in the corner here,
Just as we used to, long ago.
Playing so, we lovers two
Are just as happy as we can be,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
"I love you" we both shall say,
All in earnest and all in play.

Or, play that you are that other one
That some time came, and went away;
And play that the light of years agone
Stole into my heart again to-day!
Playing that you are the one I knew
In the days that never again may be,
I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
I love you!" my heart shall say
To the ghost of the past come back to-day!

Or, play that you sought this nestling-place
For your own sweet self, with that dual guise
Of your pretty mother in your face
And the look of that other in your eyes!
So the dear old loves shall live anew
As I hold my darling on my knee,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
Oh, many a strange, true thing we say
And do when we pretend to play!

poem by Eugene Field
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I Love That I Love You

I love that you are here with me
I love that we are still friends
I love when we talk you always smile
I love that you’re alive
I love that I make you happy
I love that I can’t forget you
I love that it’s everything I wanted
I love that you’re here
I love when you smile
I love that I always smile with you
I love that we get along wherever we are
I love that I love you
I love when we laugh together
I love when I hug you
I love that our friends know,
I love you
I love that I only want you
I love that fate brought us together
I love the way you talk to me
I love that you are here in my life
I love how you choose me than them
I love your words
I love that you’re clean
I love that you make me feel special
I love that you’re mine
I love our friends
I love how you’re peaceful
I love your parents
I love how well they’ve raised you
I love seeing you smile
I love that you mean so much
I love that I love you
I love how I would kill to be with you
I love that you’re in my heart forever
I love that you are my first love but
I hate that I love you too much

I hate that I don't hate you
Lilly James

I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you

poem by Katie Countryman
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The Voice of Truth - A Short Story

"I cannot love her! , yelled the man.
"And why is that? ", the soft voice questioned.
"She will never change. ", the man exclaimed,
"She yells at me, scolds me and does not respect me."
"I can see how you cannot love her.", replied the voice.
The man loosened up. "You understand? ", he asked.
"Of course I understand" the voice confirmed,
"How can you possibly love a woman like that, "
"When you are expecting so much of her? "
Puzzled, the man listened to the voice further.
"You cannot love and expect at the same time.
You can either love her, or expect from her
You see, the purpose of love is to give.
It is my gift to you, to be given to another.
As is her love for you.
You choose who the gift is given to and who it is not.
You cannot expect her to give you her love.
That is a demand.
All you have the ability to do,
Is to give her yours.
The balance you seek is very unbalanced.
Patience, kindness, grace and mercy are all gifts you can give.
If you are expectant of them, they are no longer a gift.
They become a right, an entitlement or an obligation.
The gift of one's love is not a right, but a privilege.
As are all privileges, if abused, they will be taken away.'
A tear rolled down the man's face.
"My heart has been so full of myself, I had no room in it for her." The man sobbed.
"I can see how that works."
The man seeing the err of his ways, realized his love was not true.
He returned to his wife with a new love.
A love not defined by himself,
But as defined by the voice of truth.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Desparately

Every night its the same
I hear you callin my name
Youre lyin next to me
I give into your charms
You disappear in my arms
I realize its just a dream, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Shake the sleep from my head
And try to crawl out of bed
Today is just another day
I make the coffee for one
I turn the radio on
Pretend that everythings ok, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Know theres no reason to smile
Its gonna take me awhile
Cause I still love you desperately
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Watch the sun goin down
There aint nobody around
I feel a night in the breeze
I keep on tellin myself
I dont need nobody else
And I can do as I please, but
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now I
Desperately I long to feel your touch
But you left me all alone in love
And now
Every night its the same
I hear you callin my name
I still love you desperately
I still love you
I still want you
I still love you desperately

song performed by by George Strait
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Don't Tell the World that You're Waiting for Me

THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love,
And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee to wed ;
I hear no reply but a gentle " Not yet, love,"
With a smile of your lip, and a shake of your head.
Ah ! how oft have I whispered, how oft have I sued thee,
And breathed my soul's question of " When shall it be ?"
You know, dear, how long and how truly I've wooed thee,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.

I have fashioned a home, where the fairies might dwell, love,
I've planted the myrtle, the rose, and the vine ;
But the cottage to me is a mere hermit's cell, love,
And the bloom will be dull till the flowers are thine.
I've a ring of bright gold, which I gaze on when lonely,
And sigh with Hope's eloquence, " When will it be ?"
There needs but thy " Yes," love--one little word only,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.

poem by Eliza Cook
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See what you like

There should never be "what" and "if"
We are only green leaf or leaves
Hear what we feel an act as not deaf
Feel to the pulse and say very brief

Love is to care
Love is to dare
Love is to be fare
Spread the fragrance in the air

Eyes may speak
But legs may feel weak
You may know it well
I have nothing more to tell

I loved it all
Waited for your sweet call
You were there in my dream
I always longed for you to swim

I lack the words
But look always forward
I feel warmth and her gentle touch
I never knew love will be as such

I missed her not for the beauty
But I considered it as my duty
Love demands sacrifice
Not words but with full promises

She may be far and away
But I see in her clear way
She guides me from the distance
What a luck and beautiful golden chance!

I may hold her whenever time comes
Offer all praises and heartily welcome
She may be for me and forever
I shall not doubt it any more

Not all people may be lucky
Whatever they want and get it easy
I must be thankful to her and almighty
Who have blessed me with such a fine beauty?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Soldier, Soldier

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Why don't you march with my true love?"
"We're fresh from off the ship an' 'e's maybe give the slip,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."
New love! True love!
Best go look for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best go look for a new love.

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
What did you see o' my true love?"
"I seed 'im serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle-green,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did ye see no more o' my true love?"
"I seed 'im runnin' by when the shots begun to fly --
But you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Did aught take 'arm to my true love?"
"I couldn't see the fight, for the smoke it lay so white --
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll up an' tend to my true love!"
"'E's lying on the dead with a bullet through 'is 'ead,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll down an' die with my true love!"
"The pit we dug'll 'ide 'im an' the twenty men beside 'im --
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Do you bring no sign from my true love?"
"I bring a lock of 'air that 'e allus used to wear,
An' you'd best go look for a new love."

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!"
"An' I tell you truth again -- when you've lost the feel o' pain
You'd best take me for your true love."
True love! New love!
Best take 'im for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best take 'im for your true love.

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Never, Ever

Sitting in my room, staring at the wall, I can't believe it's happening
Once so wonderful, now, life's a twisted kind of reality, a fantasy
Don't know where to begin
Saw your love for me vanish in a single moment of stupidity Nightmare this may be, but it is not a dream, ooh
I want to scream; a broken heart still bleeds
Never ever talk, never ever smile
Knowing that my life won't be the same Never ever touch, never ever feel
I will never hear you call my nameagain
In my dreams I see, see you come to me; a memory of times of old
Waking up, I realize Hell's as cool as ice and the touch of sin did get me in
Nothing burns like the cold
Never ever talk, never ever smile
Knowing that my life won't be the same Never ever touch, never ever feel
I will never hear you call my name
As we sin, so do we suffer
I've fallen from grace, want to turn back time and make it undone
Never ever talk, never ever smile
Knowing that my life won't be the same Never ever touch, never ever feel
I will never hear you call my name Never ever talk, never ever smile
All I see: a future full of fear Never ever touch, never ever feel
I can never whisper in your earI'm sorry

song performed by by Hammerfall
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Sonnet V: Nothing But No

Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so;
Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."

poem by Michael Drayton
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When my love did what I would not, what I would not

When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.
Love is blind!"

When my love said what I say not, what I say not,
With a joyous laugh he quieted my fears,
Whispering, "Fairest, hearken not, for hear you may not.
Hath Love ears?"

When my love said, "Will you longer let me seek it?
Blind and deaf is she that doth not bid me come!"
All my heart said murmuring, "Dearest, can I speak it?
Love is dumb!

poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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In the middle

It strikes me when I see her smile,
I catered her well, for she was fragile.
Her heart I promised I will never break,
But it Is now or never, so the risk I will take.

Long before, we have made a promise,
"Either of us must not fall in love, or this friendship will vanish"
And so, the promise I tried to keep,
I think about it, every night before I sleep.

She makes me smile by her effortless actions.
When I am with her, I focus my attention.
She made me feel this way again,
For a long time, my feelings have been left unspoken.

Stuck on her, but I must not!
Everything from me had changed a lot.
Diverse things she had thought to me,
So I will stand by her side, perpetually.

Accidentally in love, I have been!
She gave my life a different spin.
Sun flower and Marigold may dry and fold,
Baby it's just with her, I want to grow old.

You are everything I wanted,
I hope he won't take you for granted.
These are many things that I always wanted to say,
But I was afraid, for it may start a fray.

Every time that we are together,
I wonder, hoping that we could be forever.
I pray that my decision is right,
Will I set you free? Should I hold you tight?

poem by Art Aquino
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Untitled

should I know
what I'm missing
what's to stop
look and listen
feel love
to be in love
around

anyone can hold a promise
not everyone can feel honored
to be in love
to feel love around

suddenly I'm
giving speech
let me be
what I need
if you're enough
for me

many times
while you sleep
I'm dreaming of
what to keep
you know your wish
hold it true
to slay the things
that trouble you

suddenly I'm
out of reach
listen here
feel me
just believe
just believe
you'll see

to feel love
to be in love
all around

hold the truth
if you want it
if you don't
I will flaunt it
to feel love
to be in love
all around

when you're young
you can promise
anything that you wanted
to be in love
to feel love
around

suddenly I'm
learn to speak
from my heart
I will see
bring happiness
just happiness
for you and me

to feel love
to be in love
around

to be in love
to feel love
around

to feel love
to be in love
around

to be in love
to feel love
around

I know your wish
I hold it true
(feel love all around)
to hide the things
that trouble you
(feel love all around)

suddenly I'm
out of reach
(feel love all around)
let me speak
of my peace
(feel love all around)
[draw from me / dropping me?]
what you need
(feel love all around)
you'll never hate
or hurry me
(feel love all around)

(to feel love)
(to be in love)
(around)
(to be in love)
(to feel love)
(around)
(to feel love)
(to be in love)
(around)
(to be in love)
(to feel love)
(around)
(to feel love)
(to be in love)
(around)

song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Greatest Hits
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Love's Message

"I LOVE YOU" HAS THREE SEPARATE PARTS

THAT TAKEN TOGETHER WILL BIND LOVING HEARTS.

IF ONE PART IS MISSING, THERE'S NO LOVE AT ALL.

SO OUT-OF-LOVE IS THE SAD AND EVENTUAL FALL.

THE "I" FIRST MUST KNOW AND LOVE ITSELF FOR SURE.

ONLY THEN CAN IT GIVE SELFLESS "LOVE" THAT IS PURE.

THE "YOU" CHOSEN WITH NO RESTRAINT OR COMPLAINTS

IS "I LOVE YOU, " A MESSAGE FROM GOD AND THE SAINTS.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Time XXI

And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

And he answered:

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.

You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,

And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,

And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

poem by Khalil Gibran
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When It Comes To Love

Written by billy burnette, dennis morgan, and simon climie.
Push too hard, Ill pack my bags, Im going
Ahh, got to learn to let the river flow
Move too fast, youll end up never knowing
Whats inside my heart, give it time to grow
I need just a little space
Then I wont be afraid
When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldnt be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You cant be too careful, when it comes to love
In your eyes I see a fire burning
Never seen it ever burn so bright
Beneath my feet I feel the earth start turning
Long enough to take my breath away and i
Need to know, what you feel
Got to show, its for real
When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldnt be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You cant be too careful, when it comes to love
When it comes to love
Take it easy
Got to learn to take it slow
When it comes to love
Keep believin
When it comes to love
Give it time, and just let it grow
I need to know, what you feel
Got to show, its for real
When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldnt be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You cant be too careful, when it comes to love
When it comes to love, got to treat it special
When it comes to love, shouldnt be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You cant be too careful, when it comes to love
When it comes to love, its special
When it comes to love, shouldnt be no pressure
When it comes to love, got to take it easy
You cant be too careful, when it comes to love
When it comes to love, its special

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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The night wind

Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?
'T is a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
'T is the voice of the night that broods outside
When folk should be asleep,
And many and many's the time I've cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide
Over the land and the deep:
Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?"
And the night would say in its ghostly way:
"Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!"

My mother told me long ago
(When I was a little tad)
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I'd think of what my mother'd said,
And wonder what boy she meant!
And "Who's been bad to-day?" I'd ask
Of the wind that hoarsely blew,
And the voice would say in its meaningful way:
"Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!"

That this was true I must allow -
You'll not believe it, though!
Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test;
Suppose, when you've been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest -
Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"
And then you'll hear what's true;
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
"Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo!"

poem by Eugene Field
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To Have It And To Give

You need to feel it!
Everyday that special touch of love.
You should have it near...
Everyday that touch of love.

You need to feel it!
Everyday that special touch of love.
You should have it near...
Everyday that touch of love.

People need a benefit of it...
Everyday!
That touch of love.
To have it and to give,
That special touch of love.
You should have it near,
Everyday that touch of love.
No one should ever fear it,
The feeling and the touch of love.

No one...
Under the Sun,
And...
You need to feel it!
Everyday that special touch of love.
You should have it near...
Everyday that touch of love.
No one should ever fear it,
The feeling and the touch of love.
To have it and hold dear...
Supersized to hypnotize.

You need to feel it!
Everyday that special touch of love.
You should have it near...
Everyday that touch of love.
No one should ever fear it,
The feeling and the touch of love.
To have it and hold dear...
Supersized not analyzed!

People need a benefit of it...
Everyday that touch of love.
To have it and to give of it...
That special touch of love.
You should have it near...
Everyday that touch of love.
No one should ever fear it,
The feeling and the touch of love.

We all need to feel it...
That special touch of love.
To realize it with our eyes...
And our minds to behold,
Not to let go.
And...
You need to feel it!
Everyday that special touch of love.
You should have it near.
Everyday that touch of love.
People need a benefit of it...
That special touch of love.
To have it and to give.
That special touch of love.
To have it and to give of it...
That special touch of love.
To have it and to give.
That special touch of love.
To have it and to give of it!
That special touch of love.
To have it and to give.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother, Mother

Mother, mother. My beloved mother,
I hope you know my love for you is like no other.
You do me every favour to show that you care,
And no matter what way we may argue,
I learn that your decisions are all so very fair.

You are a lovely woman and someone to behold,
You're more of a prize to me than any pot of gold.
I see you every day and I think to myself,
"Wow, this angel gave me life! "
This isn't all you're admired for
As I'm sure you make a brilliant wife.

You do every chore around the house;
Where do you get the time?
I'm just surprised that, after so much tiring work,
You're doing rather fine.

At heart, you are very beautiful;
A strong and responsible creature.
Since birth, I have regarded you
As my life-experience teacher.

I'm privileged that you became my mother,
That you were the only one;
You raised me to be me
And gave me hope as big as the sun.

Where would I be without you
Now that every year I've known you,
My endless love for you grew?

I so wish to thank you mother infinitely
For absolutely everything you've done for me.
I have the intention to owe you back, definitely.
Love is all I ask more from you
So you get some back by yours truly: Ste.

poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
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Memories of my Dad

Today was a day for remembering, Dad, of things we did and said
Going back many years -- of stories told when you tucked me in bed
Pretending we were on a ship -- floating off to many lands
Finding secret treasures -- always holding hands.
Those hands were there to guide me when I took my many tumbles
To wipe my tears away, soothe the hurt from my falls and stumbles
To teach me how to read and write
Explain to me how fuzzy caterpillars become butterflies in flight
To walk out in the forest and learn the names of trees
To watch a lovely sunset -- feel a gentle breeze
To hug a fuzzy puppy and take him home as ours
To teach the pup -- his bed is not among Mom's flowers
To go to the circus and watch the clowns with painted faces
Never realizing -- many years down the road I'd be going through their paces
To eat hot dogs, cotton candy, popcorn and such
Never realizing -- a tummy ache was what we got from "too much"
To see you at my school plays -- and hear your loving praise
To have you at my graduation and all my special days
To have you take my hand, kiss me and lead me down the aisle
As on my Wedding Day, we turned our happy tears to a smile
You were always there when I needed you, through happiness and strife
I was always your "little Girl" and buddy -- even though I became a wife
Our love was a special one though we "Earthly Parted" in a veil of tears
You are always close to me -- just a short prayer away.
And some day -- Gods willing -- we'll be "home" to stay

poem by Anna Helen McDonald
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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