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| Poems of Passion
Posted: 7/8/2005 10:36:41 PM | Hello everyone.....thank you all so much for posting your work. It's so nice after working a week and being able to come here and read such passion and desire. Love all the writes that have been written here...keep up the great work.
Angel Pure
They say she's an angel pure as gold
to her nothing is worth, what was sold
a lifetime of wasted energy and time
now that she is in her prime
looking back to what once was
desire to return because
the love was never lost
to fight for it's worth all cost
to pay for the life that was sold
turn your back on the past
look onto the future that will last
creating new memories to remember
in bed on a cold December
pull up the covers and hide from it all
taking the chance to take another fall
is worth to have and receive love. | |
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Posted: 7/10/2005 8:25:49 AM | Doubts
The doubts you have are real
in all, they say how you feel
do not discount, what they are
they will guide you very far
into a future, of what will come
remember, it's where you came from
I too, have doubts inside my mind
in them, I know I will find
the belief, of what will transpire
faith in my love, will build the desire
making love, no longer having sex
somewhere this, should be written in text
when you love, it's love making
sex, is just something for the taking
filling you with an empty void
even though it's something that's enjoyed
our future will show what I mean
together we will work as a team
so doubts are normal at this time
we'll walk together making that climb. | |
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Posted: 7/10/2005 8:49:48 AM | All the Days
All the days you thought I never needed you
those are the times I needed you too
I am strong willed, for what's right
believing in standing up with guided light
by the angels above, lending a hand
giving me strength, to tell you where I stand
with you by my side, giving me hope
all the little things, are easier to cope
nothing can dismay, my love for you
not hate, anger or pain, this is true
it took me a long time, to admit
I gave in and had to submit
into, what was aching my heart
it has always been this way, from the start
I've always needed you in my life
to you, I was always a faithful wife
it's the little things, that I need from you
if you look into my eyes, you can view
the gentleness I offer to give
the past is something, we'll both have to forgive. | |
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Posted: 7/10/2005 11:22:43 AM | Hi Newly,
Wow alot of great writes since I stopped in last!!!! Hope all is well with you!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 7/10/2005 11:25:08 AM | I'm so happy these days I can't seem to write...Miz is there too
Hey Newly and Mari
How's it going?
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| Poems of Passion
Posted: 7/10/2005 12:02:09 PM | | Hi Sam....Pickles. I know what you mean about being happy. I too have found it hard to write lately. At times I have moments...and yes there is a man in my life. We'll see where things go from here...one day at a time. Hope all is well with both of you. | |
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| Poems of Passion
Posted: 7/10/2005 2:03:46 PM | confession of a female teenagers mind
Am i pretty does he see me do I stand a chance
will he look at me will he smile at me does he want to dance
I see him school always with his buddies or in the hall
does he notice me or would he answer if i call
would he run to me could he keep me safe from harm
late at night if i was cold would he wrap me in his arms
could he be a father for my children if we choose
could I give him my all like there was nothing else to loose
will he still love me when were both old and grey
will he ever cheat on me or is he home to stay
but then my mind lets go and i'm back hear in the hall
he smiles at me as he passes me and think this wont a bad year at all | |
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Posted: 7/16/2005 9:16:27 AM | Intense Emotion
Intense emotion filled with pain
rinsed out by water left sane
wanting the man who doesn't exist
only a fragment of him is on the list
so much passion left only part
from what could have happened to your heart
gave into the addiction once more
love is what you should be living your life for
instead there was no choice for you
my heart is here strong and true
I didn't sway I stay strong and secure
now I know how much my heart can endure
past love will stay till I die
nothing mixed because I gave it a try
pure is my passion
pure is my heart
strength is my gift that will never part. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2005 9:58:40 AM | HI Newly,
Thought I'd stop in with a chocolate shake for you!!! Hope all is well!!!!
TURNSTILES
And so the doors keep turning
What is life, but lesson learning
Bringing forth our inner strengths
Turnstiles spun in great lengths
Knowledge of the weight of heart
Bringing on the fresh new start
Fate is keeping its eye on you
Making a match of love that’s true
Time and place, be not known
To find that love on your own
Yet, destiny will take its course
And in time, will you feel its source
Sam | |
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Posted: 7/17/2005 10:18:50 AM | Sam~you have no idea how wonderful chocolate sounds right now...lol. Thank you for the beautiful write...it hit hard in my heart. Love you for that.
Opened Heart
Opened heart and arms
feathered wings and charms
praying for success as best
letting out words from the chest
deep emotions over took
too hard to take a hard look
leaving the past behind
it would be possible to find
real love nothing fake
like licking icing from the cake
knowing a safe place to go
future is yet to show
left the open heart and arms
with God's grace and charms
he'll come to help decide
time past enough of a ride
reality and future hold
one ring of love and gold. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 1:45:22 PM | hi you thanks for the writes i enjoyed catching up... your writing has become so expressive i love it...thanks for giving me hope... heres a little something i wrote today... been away from the game too long..
When
My imagination runs away with me,
And all I want to do is cry. I just can’t think
Why I have it when all it does to me is lie.
I’ve never known it to tell the truth when it comes
To him, all it does is sometimes be uncouth.
The simplicity of reality is the ultra brutality,
My imagination once again has its own mentality.
In the present all I can remember is how I’ve felt when
There’s been a fatality.
Why are we given certain abilities, if all we
Can ever do with them is dream of a certain vitality.
I always have to stop my thoughts, bring them back to the
Present and create some sort of neutrality.
Why do we have to do this, and why do my
Dreams suddenly feel so useless. When will love
Ever be effortless and when will people, always be filled
With gentleness, when will I dream and not be afraid,
Dear Lord is there ever an end to this Charade.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 10:03:35 AM | Hey love..beautiful write it's so what the dr ordered for me. I'm here at a seminar in Vegas...117 degrees. Yuck!! I'm staying inside the hotel. Hope all is well with you my sweet. Do take care.
Newly~ | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 10:45:04 AM | thanks for that hope you are at least going swimming indoors or something...lol
bubbles | |
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| As The Night Enchants
Posted: 7/19/2005 5:41:31 PM | When the moon is high in the nighttime sky
And the stars above it gleam
I will think of you as I always do
As an answer to my dream
With the moon and star I am taken far
To that place where angels sing
In a world so wide how it’s amplified
All this wonder that you bring
If there comes a tear then my eye will clear
And I’ll take in of the sights
And I’ll watch you dance as the night enchants
And you’ll be the Northern Lights
In a sky so broad there is only God
To surpass the place you hold
There’s a moon that’s high in the nighttime sky
And I thought you should be told | |
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| Watching You Sleep
Posted: 7/19/2005 5:44:38 PM | I looked at you sleeping
As darkness swept the night
Angels surely weeping
To see you in this light
Such calmness on your face
Your cheeks a rosy shine
If heaven was the place
Then it was surely mine
To think I played a part
As made this picture whole
Was thunder to my heart
And lightning to my soul | |
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| As The Night Enchants
Posted: 7/19/2005 9:09:41 PM | | Thoreau~beautiful write. It's so wonderful to be able to come here and read such words. They touched my heart tonight...thank you. | |
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| Contemplating Your Heart
Posted: 7/20/2005 1:04:58 AM | With feature and form you took me by storm
And it went beyond the bar
I opted to try and study the why
But that’s not the way you are
The realm of the rule is a useless tool
In some acres on this earth
I could sit and perch with as good a search
In the measure of your worth
The love that you show comes out as a glow
And that sets you well apart
The best thing to do in measuring you
Is to contemplate your heart
So this I’ll assume while love is in bloom
If this too is some surprise
But life is a book I’ve merely to look
At what’s written in your eyes
Thereat is the soul and the picture whole
It’s the thing that God has planned
The older I get the better the bet
That I’ll come to understand | |
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| Because of You
Posted: 7/20/2005 1:08:22 AM | The poet’s pen now lives again
Such words upon the page
With freedom known the bird has flown
So much for that old cage
The voice was clear the words so dear
It took me by surprise
How could this be I could not see
For teardrops in my eyes
The way it goes there’s no one knows
And me just like the rest
But came that song its words so strong
I knew that I’d been blessed
For sure I heard each single word
I never missed a beat
‘Twas thus I knew because of you
The world was at my feet | |
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| Untitled
Posted: 7/20/2005 7:25:26 AM | She was taken from my grasp
I could not hold on hard enough
No matter how much I kicked and scratched
Death was just that much more tenacious that day
She and my unborn child
were the tribute to the gods for my sins
They are now nothing more
than scattered ashes of once limitless dreams
I close my eyes EVERY night and touch both their hands
as soft as a humming bird on a flower petal
The pain of waking up every morning with their blood
still marking my tear tracks is unbearable
Its been 10 years and I still can smell her hair
She's still reaching over and unlocking my car door from the inside
To this day I can still hear how loudly in love she would stare at me
and I can still feel her fingernail trace my jawline
In my dreams she holds me and counsels me
In my dreams we both feel no pain
In my dreams my daughter is always saying "daddy I love you"
In my dreams I dance with my daughter in the rain
But I wake up every morning and no matter
how much the sun shines or how hot it is
Every morning is cloudy
and the rays from the sun freeze my skin
but I move on because every smile and laughter
is or them...for saving me
Every "thank you" I receive is my tribute
to their unresting beauty
Every time I shed a tear because
of some awful injustice
I realize that its their pain that
has given me a heart to feel this
Skyla Odalis..my one and only true love
Luz..my unborn child
I do not wish to walk without you anymore
But I do because every footstep I take
Every life i can affect
is in your honor. | |
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Posted: 7/20/2005 11:06:43 AM | I carry a hatred inside,
An anger unparalleled.
An emotion raging like,
A hurricane or a tidal wave
That washes out all good.
I subdue it with laughter,
With jokes and kindness.
I tie it down and tape it up
Until it hurts to even smile.
Until the tears are flowing
like brown water from a
rusty old faucet.
I refuse to give in to this
negative but justified emotion.
I refuse to let it win.
I refuse to let go of this facade
I have created and allow
My past to control my actions.
I refuse to break down my good
Actions because of these emotions.
Because no longer will it be
A hatred that frees me.
No longer will it be a anger
That can be justified by survival.
It would now be an emotional
breakdown - it would be weakness.
People like me,
We do not allow ourselves
To show any kind of weakness.
Not because its not manly.
But simply because its weakness.
Its a weakness to passion,
A slave to remorse.
A weakness to time,
A slave to sin.
I carry this hatred and anger
And stumble on the thorn laden path
Of desperation for peace.
Inner peace that has exiled itself
On the Isle of "**** you"
Inner peace that has shunned me
Because of my past rendezvous
And indiscretions with these emotions.
Maybe I'm meant to be weak.
Maybe this is the only me
That others are meant to see.
Maybe there is nothing else to me.
It may all just be my soul trying
To lie to me like everyone else has.
Regardless of what it is, if it is a lie,
I will take that sweet lie and engulf
Myself in it.
Because in this case,
The lie is less painful than the reality.
And the only anger and hatred
I will have left to disperse
Will be towards those who
Break my lie to me with THEIR reality. | |
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| when you've found it...
Posted: 7/20/2005 12:13:49 PM | ok so i've lived so far 18 years and done the worst,
but that was then and this is now so look at me again
life omes in short breathes you take it in longs and decide what to do.
for many a day have i thought of what i've done wrong.
and the answer is nothing for life is full of wrongs and rights
you need both to lead a descent life.
but sometimes, you need a little more. something awe inspiring
yes i consider myself lucky, i've found it.
and she is gorgeous, both inside and out
the butterflies visit everytime i see her and
give me an unbelievable empty feeling
but it's worth it just knowing i've found her
an angel that sings in my ear
oh the beauty of a pure heart. it makes me collapse
it leaves me breathless | |
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| Poems of Passion
Posted: 7/20/2005 12:32:44 PM | Oneman~thank you for sharing your writes, I identify with a lot you've written.
King~I love the passion you have and look forward to reading more of your work.
Conviction
Conviction of lies
boundries of ties
linked within a mix
unable to fix
founded self
labeled on a shelf
waiting for someone to see
will this ever be
loss of control
masked soul
unable to speak
taken on to much heat
lessing the load
or so I'm told
this will set you free. | |
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| Poems of Passion
Posted: 7/21/2005 6:34:57 PM | Gone into the night
Gone into the night
without a plight
no plans to gain
so many lost in vain
effortless guide
awaiting the ride
love from destine's path
opened heart for the wrath
enter filling it to the brim
now who will win. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2005 9:35:08 PM | At the grave(Repost from Forum: Dark and brooding)
I see him from afar,
The it is sunny and the wind of moving eastward,
He is kneeling,
This is all I can see,
The closer I get, The more curious I am.
I am near him,
I see him kneeling,
I hear a happy birthday to you tune,
The man is crying, The sadness in his eyes,
The tears running down his face,
The shadow of the gravestone hovering over him,
As if trying to comfort him,
As if trying to tell him, Everything is going to be okay,
As if rubbing his back like a mother would do to her son when he is in pain,
Surely, The Angels of the Lord were there comforting this man,
I have never wept for anyone like so,
Yet this man, He is in deep pain.
Truly, the one he is visiting, he cared for much.
Somehow and for some reason,
His pain, his sadness and his sorrow,
I can feel it, He weeps for someone that is dear to him,
Why do I feel pain now? Why do I feel the tears streaming down my soft cheeks,
The pain, it hurts so much, Is this what is it to weep for those before us?
Does life truly succumb to this?
Will I be remembered as such when it is my time?
Will I weep as such when someone dear to me leaves me?
The mans pain, So real.
I can not forget this,
The image of this man weeping,
Truly, he weeps for someone he loved.
I wish to go to him, To tell him, I feel his pain,
Sadly so, I feel it to this day,
For I have never forgotten the song in which he weeps.
Even now, sometimes I remember this man,
And I cry. . . . | |
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