Take A Picture
Just a picture, could mean a couple words,
But the one I hold dearly close to my heart,
Means more to me than anything else,
This photograph, you I love in black and white.
There are so many things I could say,
Though one word stands out amongst the rest,
It starts with love and ends with you,
The one I want to share with every single moment.
To be with you, at your side, and experience the joys,
Or you in my arms, holding you close to me, as you cry,
We're a team together, we work things out,
So we can both remember these dreams.
I've held your picture as I dream of us,
One day, we'll be holding our picture,
Wedding bells or birthday wishes,
Whichever comes first, I'll always be there.
Be there, when we say our wedding vows,
Or holding your hand as we welcome our new child,
Cheering you on when you go to your new job,
Seeing you smile as life passes us by.
I don't know what else to write or say,
As I look at the picture in my hands,
Putting my pen down and wishing you goodnight,
This photo of you, in black and white.
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Upon the Wall
The first picture is an old black and white of a young couple just started out their life. If you look close you can see all the hope in their eyes.
Next to that hangs a color picture of the same couple a few years older and a baby has been added to the picture, what joy upon their faces.
Now, the next picture is about seven years after that the couples hair has turned slightly grey and the child has grown, but their look of joy has turned to worry I wonder what problem has arose.
Now the next one is the once young child standing proudly in an arm forces' uniform ready to serve his nation.
Then there's the next picture it is a coffin with a flag draped upon it, and the old couple now standing and crying beside it.
I can only imagine that their child now lies in that coffin.
The final picture is similar to first except instead of black and white this has color, and instead of hope the old couple eyes are filled with despair from the harshness of life, and all they have left is the pictures upon the wall.
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A Picture In Black And White Always Brings Nostalgia
For Instance The Picture Of Mama And Papa
Beside Their Daughters
Named Leonor With The Pony Tail
Betty With The Tiny Curls
And Delia
With Her Expensive Smile
(She Seems To Frown In All The Other
Pictures)
And There Was This Bouncy, Plump Boy
Wrapped With Silky Cloth
That Mama Held So Tightly In Her Arms
As Papa Sat On A
Big Rosewood Chair
Like General Mcarthur
Not Afraid Of The War
His Left Hand Inside His
Pant Pocket While
The Other Hand Was Holding
Mama’s Waist
I Know That Boy
With A Big Smile As Though Life
Is A Big Joke
That Boy Was Supposedly
Their Only Boy
It Was Me
And Then Ten Years Later
My Brother Came
I Did Not Know Why There Was
No Other Picture
Like That
A Family, For The Time Being
Let My Brother Tell You
We Are Never Close And I Do Not Like
To Tell The Truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Picture
a picture in black and white always brings nostalgia
for instance the picture of mama and papa
beside their daughters
named leonor with the pony tail
betty with the tiny curls
and delia
with her expensive smile
(she seems to frown in all the other
pictures)
and there was this bouncy, plump boy
wrapped with silky cloth
that mama held so tightly in her arms
as papa sat on a
big rosewood chair
like general mcarthur
not afraid of the war
his left hand inside his
pant pocket while
the other hand was holding
mama's waist
i know that boy
with a big smile as though life
is a big joke
that boy was supposedly
their only boy
it was me
and then ten years later
my brother came
i did not know why there was
no other picture
like that
a family, for the time being
let my brother
tell you
we are never close and i do not like
to tell the truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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My Last Breath
Hold on to me love
You know I cant stay long
All I wanted to say was
I love you and Im not afraid
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms
Holding my last breath?
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
Ill miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree
I know you hear me,
I can taste it in your tears.
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you.
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
Closing your eyes
You pray your dreams will leave you here,
But still you wake and know the truth -
No ones there.
Say goodnight, dont be afraid
Calling me, holding me, as you fade to black.
(say goodnight) holding my last breath
(dont be afraid) safe inside myself
(holding me) are my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
song performed by by Evanescence
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Old 8x10
well know it ain't much
but it's all that i have since she's gone
one black and white mem'ry
of the only love i've ever known
one moment in time
when we were together
a page from the past
to haunt me forever
a constant reminder that hearts heal much slower than bones
chorus:
now my whole world's in one 8x10
with 4 metal walls holding it in
through one plate glass window
'neath a blanket of dust
stands an 8x10 picture of us
i wish i'd have told her what i felt inside
back when her sweet love was growing like wine
i wish she'd come back and love me again
the way that she loved me in that old 8x10
now the silence i deaf'ning
as the date turns to dark
her presence gets stronger with each beat of my heart
i pretned that she's here
and we've made a new start
and for a moment
she's back in my arms
(chorus)
there's an 8x10 picture of us
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Such Is Life
The importance of what we live by,
holding strong, making fight....as time fly's! ! !
All is a matter of perspective,
you know..
the life you live! ! !
To me :) the soul conquers all,
only the petty will fall.
In the truth I have lived just today,
memory of life is all that will stay.
Yes there is ups and downs,
silly people make you frown...
but in the end,
when you close your eyes...
It's only you...
no private lies.
Seeing picture after picture,
from fifty years....
somehow....
their life....
and a few tears :)
Every moment,
every word,
every picture,
every hurt,
a memory :)
Yes, such is life! ! ! ! !
Yes! ! ! !
Siberian Tiger
Nicole, when you were still with me,
I did a picture of a Siberian tiger,
Underneath the picture,
I put your name.
The picture now reminds me of you.
Every time I look at that picture,
I start to cry over you,
I miss you.
I still wonder why stuff went wrong,
What I did to cause it.
You should be here,
But you’re not.
I blame myself for all kinds of things,
Not eating like I should have,
Sleeping too little,
Not listening.
In my heart is the picture I made,
See the white tiger,
So young, pure
It’s you.
My little tiger cub in heaven with God,
Angels are watching over you,
Someday I’ll be with you,
I promise, baby.
Love ya,
Mama
poem by Vanessa Kurtz
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Desperate Heart
One night, one empty room, one man gettin over you
One star, one lonely moon, I make a wish, I know will never come true
You call my name, and you beg me to hold you again
But the truth remains, Im only a fool who cant help but pretend
Chorus:
Its all over but Im holding on, I cant let go until the love is gone
Its all over but I keep holding on with a desperate heart
With my desperate heart
Some nights, I try in my mind, I see myself learning someone new
Still I know, Im wasting my time, no one can take the place of you
So I close my eyes, I swear I feel you here by my side
But its all only a lie, I need to believe for my heart to survive
Its all over but Im holding on, I cant let go until the love is gone
Its all over but I keep holding on with a desperate heart
With my desperate heart, I keep holding on
(guitar solo)
All this time Ive been drowning in hopeless illusions Im keeping inside
That someday youll walk out of the shadows and back into my life
Its all over but Im holding on, I cant believe your love for me is gone
Its all over but I keep holding on (with a desperate heart)
Yeah with my desperate heart, I cant let go until the love is gone
(all over but Im holding on) I keep holding on
(all over but Im holding on) I cant believe your love for me is gone
(all over but I keep holding on)
(all over but Im holding on)
(all over but I keep holding on)...
song performed by by Starship
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Picture Picture by Tanya Markova
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Nang gabing masilayan ka...
Dala-dala ko pa
Ang aking lumang camera
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Campus gig noon at nag-aya ang tropa
Maraming bebot ang nagsasayaw
Nang biglang mapansin kita
What a beautiful face
At kinunan kita
What a beautiful face
Angat ka sa iba
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
I saw her face
Mukha syang taga-a a outerspace
Si Mang Roger ako'y kinalabit
Ang sabi
Halika na balot muna
Bago ka mag-konica
Na seramika gawa sa pabrika
Lagot ka na ang kamera may mahika
Ano ang lohika kung bat nahilo ka
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
Bigla kang nawala
What a beautiful face
Ako'y natulala
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
O nasaan ka na
What a beautiful face
Hinahanap-hanap ka
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face...
poem by Shi Yelami
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Deepest Depression (revised)
Staring at the walls...at the pictures that hang there
each photo...of it all
each step of our relationship..that started, with lust, wanting and care
the last picture that is hung
showing the ultimate happiness, of us being in love
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
just staring at these things...
the photos on the wall
and the finger that holds my engagement ring
looking around the room, looking at it all
now just filled with dread, n, doom
the dieing roses in the crystal vase
marks the symbol..of the day
when it all was lost, n, went away
the photo album that we made
starts with the pictures of our 1st date, where it started
the last picture is of us, in love
3 days, b4 love was departed
is of the day you proposed, look at it, we are so in love
a red box that had matched
the teddy bear with the red herat attached
in which you gave to me b4 the proposal, inside it held the ring
to unite our love, to bring
us 2gether, from now til 4ever
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
JUST LOOKING AT THESE THINGS
the 2 wine glasses,4m which we drank, sealing the deal
a begining to our new fate
n to our proposal, we gave, love cheers, and thanks
the card thats hung,4m the dieing flowers in theyre crystal vase
that you gave.....to me..b4 you kneeled onto 1 knee
uttering the most 4 words a man can say...
all of it is now gonn..just taken away
just in such a short time....3 damn days
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
JUST HOLDING THESE THINGS....
the pictures, the wine glass
the teddy bear with the red heart attached
the photo album, the 1st photo, in which we started
the courtship, that blossomed into a beautiful relationship
the last photo, hung on the wall...its left me so broken hearted
the cards i kept in a shoe box, from you, giving to me through
no reason @ all, my birthday, holidays, n anniversary
each card filled with words of love, each card, having its own diversity
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
JUST HOLDING, N, TOUCHING, OR LOOKING AT ALL OUR THINGS
to the life we had, the home we made
that just vanished...poof, went away.....
DEEPEST DEPRESSION OVER EVERYTHING....
ESPECIALIALLY THE FINGER THAT WEARS MY ENGAGEMENT RING.....
poem by Krissi B'williams
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The Old Man Beside A Huge Tree
i have seen the picture of an old man
beside a huge oak tree
the picture is old
black and white and the kind of one that is strong
for it will last another lifetime
i have not seen the old man
neither the huge oak tree for real
i have the picture of the old man and the old oak tree
and the younger man sleeping
his smooth skin caressed by the fluffing grass
there is a story there and it is all about
gods and dogs
a film about a director who lost his fame
and fortune
about a young gardener who captures a heart
and made it bleed
at the end the old man met a happy death
the old oak tree was gone
but i have not really seen what is real
i have seen only the picture of what i thought could have been real
black and white
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prose Poem lll
wore a rhapsodic expression, her body swayed to inaudible music. Then I gasped. Anyone could see the girl in the picture was surrounded by a wreathe-like aura of white light that shaped itself into what seemed very clerly to be arms and legs and the back of a head. Dutifully I read the article., leaning against the wall.
Alas, just as I thought, the girl in the photo was Eileen, at her niece's wedding in Missouri snapped by a family member, a number of years ago. The article explained how the girl in the photo danced with her father each year on his birthday. That gentleman had died of a stroke some months before the wedding at the age of ninety after a lifetime of perfect health. The wedding had been scheduled on his birthday for reasons of sentiment. The light in the photo was the ghost of her father, the article insisted, visiting from the land of Tir Na Nogh, and interrupting his rest to dance with his daughter on this special day.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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To my friend on her wedding day
Wedding bells i hear
Smiles i see
A beautiful bride appear
On her white dress
She's ready to impress
Awaits her groom
At the end of the room
His face full of light
Love is all you can see in his eyesight
Together holding hands
Putting their wedding bands
Making this moment theirs
What a romantic pair
As the judge pronounce them
Husband and wife
A tender kiss is shared
Meaning of a new chapter in life
My dear friend this is for you
Hoping all your dreams come true
My wish to you is all the best
Now lets go and have some cake..hahaha
CONGRATULATIONS! ! ! !
poem by Zepeda Anahi
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My Juliet, My Love My Dragon-fly
When I dream the dream of paradise
I see a picture of you
And when I dream the dream of love and care
I see a picture of us two
And when I dream a dream of loneliness
I see a shadow on the wall
Looking back at me like
I'm nothing at all
But those dreams a quickly chased away
When I wake up to a sunny day
And I see your pretty face right by my side
When I dream a dream of smiling
The room is full of you
And if I dream a dream of candy land
The sweetest thing is you
And if the nightmare comes along
To say its fond goodbyes
The thought of you will stop it
before those dreams arise
Because with you sharing my bed at night
My dream will always come out right
And tomorrow will always be another day
If I dream a dream while I'm awake
That dream will be of you
If I dream a dream of wedding cakes
I'll dream a dream of you
And when I dream a dream of a loving wife
That dream will be of you
And if I dream a dream of growing old
I'll be growing old with you
And if my dream were ever to come true
I know it will be because of you
And that's the reason that I love you so.
poem by Mbaimbai Phathutshedzo
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Could You Picture Life?
Could you picture life?
Could you picture life?
Misty morning with birds singing melodies,
Could you picture life in the clouds,
The Morning star,
The comets,
The ufos,
The foolishness in racism,
Could you see CNN,
The crimes and the bursting that we play everyday,
The religious crimes,
Could you picture the negation in man?
That we die everyday is sin,
Could you picture?
Love is worth the New World Understanding,
Picture my eyes and see that we all be crying,
My brothers and sisters are dyeing and suffocating,
Picture the New World,
Where the True Understanding will dwell in our heart,
Could you picture?
You and I are no different,
We same creatures that creep for Bread,
Could you picture?
No man better than other,
Could you picture?
The credibility of Human Trust.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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My Photo Album
The photo album stores the history of my life,
Every page is the mirror of bygone days,
The reflections in the mirror brings memories alive,
The memories which beam me magically in the world of my choice.
A first few pages of my album are blank,
As a little kid I did not want to stand in front of a box with a man in black hood,
I did not want to be seen upside down in his view finder,
I was happier playing soccer somewhere else in the nearby play ground.
The b & w family portrait of me, my siblings and my parents is my prize possession,
It was a rare event when we all could gather and pose for a moment,
Now some are grown up, some have left our midst,
The glimpse of all of us together brings the emotions of close family ties.
As I turn the pages of my album,
I see happiness radiating from every picture,
May it be a smile of a family member or mine,
Or it may be the beauty of the nature smiling at me,
Every picture brings a memory flashback,
of the joys and emotions of important events in my life.
Next my eyes get glued on my personal family picture,
My wife radiating with her beautiful smile,
My kids little scared of the dark studio set,
Me grinning with smile of worth thousand words.
It is picture which remains in my heart and wallet,
It is a picture which brings joy, love and affection to me every minute.
I guess no one ever keeps the pictures of death and agony,
It is hard to see the cremation picture of departed love,
It seems as if my heart is turning into ashes,
The pain and agony of this scene is so much,
The book of album closes by itself.
I leave a rose and a lily near my album,
Rose shows our everlasting love,
The lily puts the aura of comfort and hope,
That one day her love will resurrect and meet my heart.
poem by Jay P Narain
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A Fictional Loss
How many times have i sat by your side?
How many times have i cursed my life?
How many miles have you crossed today?
How many miles since yesterday?
How many things have you wished for?
How many things have you adored?
How many people have you held dear?
How many people around here?
Holding on to a picture
Chasing endlessly after
Love without a frame
Love caving in
Confused and distort
Surprisingly bored
Not a single memory
Was captivating
The emptiness inside
Is holding me tight
A fictional loss!
A fictional loss!
Why do i feel such pain?
With no reason attained?
A fictional loss!
A fictional loss!
Took over my heart
And broke me apart
Into my voiceless lungs
You planted the melody
poem by Lubna Hazeem
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Popcorn Box
There's a black girl singin' in the morning before church
cause she wants things just right
There's a white boy holdin' his head
cause he stayed out too late last night
At the same time Mamma's yellin'
move your asses or I'll leave you behind
The god lord don't wait for sinners all day
especially sinners of your kind.
CHORUS:
The old days
The old ways of the drive-in picture show.
It's a fact, if it was opened baby, you and me, we'd surely go.
The picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing.
Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box,
at the bottom is a diamond ring. (yes)
I love you, could you, hold me tight,
like we're pretending it ain't about black or white.
Sun burns hot early in the morning
small town, best hush my mouth.
We've all got closets that we live in.
Down at Baker's house
the right fun with the wrong one
that's things we don't talk about.
Hell always seems to rise to the surface
on that you can count.
CHORUS:
The old days
The old ways of the drive-in picture show
It's a fact, if it was opened baby, you and me, we'd surely go
the picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing.
Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box,
at the bottom is a diamond ring. (yes)
I love you, could you, hold me tight,
like we're pretending it ain't about black or white.
Young man makes a young man's stand,
tries to stand up tall.
Old man from the same clan
bangs his head against the wall.
Life's rough, it just get's tougher
but that ain't no thing, it's always one thing
or another, let me tell you brother....
Shut your mouth boy and sing.
CHORUS:
The old days
The old ways of the drive-in picture show
It's a fact, if it was opened baby, you and me, we'd surely go
the picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing.
Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box,
at the bottom is a diamond ring. (yes)
I love you, could you, hold me tight,
like we're pretending it ain't about black or white.
I love you, could you, hold me tight,
like we're pretending it ain't about black or white.
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Saddest Photographs V: Behind the Lens
I do picture you
Like a genuine diamond
In the shores of Bimini
For I haven't been and seen
Bimini's blues and greens
I do picture you
In a spectrum of gaiety
In lull reels and negatives
I swoon over the plethora of colors
I found in a grayscale portrait
I do picture you
With eyes close, I do picture you,
With or without the errs and flaws
In a glassine gloss
From a rotogravure photo
But the handsome photo album
Couldn't stay out of the red room
For these pictures are of
My saddest memories
For what you are to me
Is something that will never be
The saddest photographs are those never taken.
poem by Norman Santos
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