| soya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/7/2005 8:40:37 PM | Life's Treasured Memories
Life is full of
Treasured memories
But for me
The one's I treasure
The most are
The one's I share with you.
I hope to be able
To share a lot more of them with you
Whenever you are away
You're always in my thoughts
So I hold on to the last
Moment I shared with you
And pray that it's not
Long before we are together again.
I love each and every
Page or phone call
I get from you
Then I know that you
Are thinking of me a lot also.
I have to admit there
Are times when I do worry too much, but I guess
It's just because I love you so
And I miss your hugs
And kisses a lot.
At times I find myself wishing
That things were different
For the two of us,
But we all know
How life can be so
We treasure every
Minute and every memory
That we have together
Till the time comes
When we can make
New memories together.
I love you so much lover,
Until our time comes
Please think of me
As often as I think of you
I LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER | |
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| so ya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/8/2005 2:18:20 AM | ^^ Your poem really touched my heart! Excellent job and thank you so much for sharing it with all of us:)Hugs,kat  | |
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| Let's Try Something Inspirational
Posted: 10/10/2005 7:25:09 AM | Hang in there Salex, keep writing!
I am also going through some very challenging times...for me it regretably is when I write my best......I have a poem for you on my home computer but due to my curcumstances I have no access to it right now.
When i get it I will post and send to you...in the meantime here is a quick one that hopefully helps.
Come As A Child
We once were young and full of life,
A carefree moment in our finest hours,
But here we sit now admist our strife,
No time for stopping to smell the flowers.
Alas we realize that time stops for no one,
Our adult mind says no more time for play,
The toys we used for making fun,
Have suddenly been ripped from our grasp and put away.
The seasons fly past us each waking moment,
The toils of labour have tarped over our soul,
We long for those days and the time we spent,
Before being an "adult" had taken it's toll.
Why has God asked us to come to him as a child?
The keys to happiness he holds out in his hand,
Are all our childhood memories to be some how filed,
To be used to help us when we don't understand.
The test of my faith can always be measured,
That when I'm in darkness he will always have my trust,
To use my childhood moments that I have treasured,
To peel back the joy of my heart's inner crust.
So close your eyes and remember those carefree days,
When you stopped to smell a flower or two,
And let it transend to be always one of the ways,
To be your soul's refeshment after each day is through. | |
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| Let's Try Something Inspirational
Posted: 10/10/2005 11:30:46 AM | slyrick...I love your words...would you mind posting that in my fellfromheaven poetry thread?It would totally fit with todays theme.its nice to se yall encourageing eachother. Great writes in here kiddies.Keep em comin...Big hugs,and prom waves,Kat | |
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| so ya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/10/2005 5:14:39 PM | Kat thank you ...I am glad that you like it.... I have posted another of my poems titled time shared with you...thanks again for the encouragement.......
Lori | |
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| so ya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/10/2005 6:46:16 PM | I haven't read this entire thread
but I thought post anyways.
This is one I wrote for my kids a while ago
Ikerbokernok!
Here he comes! The ikerbokernok..
coming to your door, to see if it is locked
hide under you covers or he'll give you quite a shock!
rapping at your window knockknockknock
It's time for bed you sleepy head
so rest your eyes and dream
if you lie real still he'll pass right by
so there's no need to scream
I hope I didnt frighten you
I hope you didnt scare
I'll chase away the ikerbok
and pull out all his hair
there is no need to worry
there is no need to fright
just lie right down and give a kiss
and let me say goodnight!
~Angel P
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| so ya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/11/2005 12:10:40 AM | Hi everyone...Youre welcome Lori :) I hope to see you back again soon  Angelcdp..I absolutely adore your poem:)How cute! Ill read it to my daughter one day.Shes 8 and I know shell get a big kick out of it as well..Hope to see you lovely ladies back in my lil corner O the forums again soon...Hugs,and thanks so much for sharing...Have an excellent day yall,Kat  | |
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| so ya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/12/2005 6:09:49 PM | Kat here is another one for you of mine...it's called "Friends Dream Of Love"
Friends Dream Of Love
Being afraid to look into your eyes
For fear of what may lie there
Not being able to resist
Looking for just a flicker
of what you feel inside
waiting for you to let me know
wanting desperately
to be told you feel
just a hint of the electricity
I feel when you're with me
Praying I'm not playing the fool
hoping I'm not looking
for something that's not there
feeling there maybe more behind
your curiosity of me
being afraid of the pain you could cause
willing to take a risk
once again with this fragile heart
and even if there's not
I know there is a strong bond of friendship
that will last till the end of time
because what we share is special
it seems to just grow and grow | |
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| so ya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/13/2005 2:34:13 PM | Searching, searching for that which I desire
The gem appears as though a wish were granted
Yet it is elusive.
I wend my way through obstacles
I am cold, I am wet
In my grasp, finally, that which will fill this empty void
And yet again, I cannot touch what I've found at last
Struggle, exhertion, exhaustion
Screams and tears, sighs and groans
I forfeit, I cannot face the challenge
I have failed.
Dam*, I hate when I can't get the pickle jar open  | |
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| so ya wannabe a poet?
Posted: 10/13/2005 3:03:35 PM | Is it O.K. to laugh ? I just crack myself up sometimes.  | |
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| Let's Try Something Inspirational
Posted: 10/16/2005 10:51:06 PM | I hope Kat I repsonded to you in time.....
In the future you have my blessing to post anything you might think others will enjoy or be helped by.
Here is the poem Salex, that I wrote some time ago for a friend who was dying from cancer. I hope it helps in some samll way.
Sonshine
The sun peeks out from behind a cloud,
As if to say in words out loud,
I’m here to warm the coldness brought,
By troublesome worries and saddened thoughts,
I bring good cheer to end your lament,
And to offer you hope in the One that was sent,
Bearing a joyful witness that I live to tell,
Of he who quenches thirst from the living well.
So when darkness surrounds you and closes in,
And all seems lost to your soul within,
Look up to the sky for you’ve nothing to fear,
Where from amongst the clouds the Son will reappear. | |
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| mad balloon
Posted: 10/17/2005 9:11:18 AM | to be chased upon a melted spoon
by an angry malicious mad balloon
would be no doubt unpleasant to most
abit like eating very burnt toast | |
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| menthol fags(smokes if you are american)
Posted: 10/17/2005 9:20:38 AM | menthol fags are branded beasts
which reside between the crooked teeth
of 40 something checkout girls
their heads weighed down with nasty curls
and eyebrows shaun and drawn pencil thin
with rouged cheeks and nails all red as sin
these surely are not real women
but deamons which live in their skin
and dance between the mortal fold
flicking their ash all brazen and bold
they smile at your child but you dont trust them
in fact they smell not unlike gin
and most admit to sordid deeds
and cackle at tales of devouring seed
from some truckers sweaty sack
or taking it right up the crack | |
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| Hi Everyone:) :)
Posted: 10/17/2005 9:57:08 PM | Its nice to see all the new writes in here.Bernard...you definately have a style all your own and I like and appreciate that about you..Never a dull moment Rose lover...Your poems are always moving and Im sure many people can relate to the emotions you convey through your lovely words...keep it up Galligirl..I really enjoyed your poem as well...and OH YEAH...Its more than ok to laugh..if it wasnt..life would be incredibly boring and I wouldve been in trouble a long time ago.This isnt the library lol. ..slyrick...Thanks for stopping by again,and I really appreciate and love all your contributions in this thread as well.well Its  time for me(doesnt that sleep imoticon paint such a lovely picture of sleeping? Anyway,take care yall and see ya soon.great writes all!Keep em comin,Kat | |
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| Hi Everyone:) :)
Posted: 10/18/2005 6:04:31 AM | I Don't Want to Be
I don't want to be someone,
who forgets how to give..
my heart freely..
to have fun and live.
I don't want to be someone,
All bitter inside...
With nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide.
I don't want to be someone,
Who can't see the beauty..
In the depth of your soul.
I want to be with you..
I want to be whole.
dar | |
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| Hi Everyone:) :)
Posted: 10/20/2005 1:02:04 AM | | dar...Your poem really touched me.I know exactly how you feel girlfriend:)mwah | |
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| Hi Everyone:) :)
Posted: 10/20/2005 5:53:43 AM | | thanks Kat......that poem is straight from my heart....starting over again is never easy...the walls we put up..sometimes are not easily taken down... but as the old saying goes.."what goes up...must come down!" | |
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| Hi Everyone:) :)
Posted: 10/23/2005 9:58:49 PM | The Real You
Lies behind shadows
That you call love
Darkness hides what
You say you really are
Betrayed by the trust
That I once had for you
Time lies on her side
Until she see the real you
Eyes wide open not to find
Another
Another you is what keeps me
Sheltered behind closed doors
Leaving the world behind the door
To find love that will be true
Heart warm welcomes
From a man that isn’t you
To seek a man true to himself
That doesn’t blame people because
True love wasn’t his wealth
Depends on women to ease his
Self inflicted pain
To me you will always
Remain the same
Because men like you never change | |
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| wooden grandad
Posted: 10/24/2005 9:05:22 PM | wooden grandad stands so tall
with mottled coving showing all
and waxed moustaches tickle the fronds
of infinate universes in very small ponds
wooden grandad makes me smile
while black cats sing and dance for a mile
with mice between their tiny jaws
and small knitted gloved upon their paws
wooden grandad is dangerous to know
for he has TNT for toes
and fuses fast that burn so quick
with creeping flames that like to lick | |
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| burnt hedges
Posted: 10/24/2005 9:07:56 PM | i love porridge first thing in the morning
with a little honey or jam
i love a turkey wrap with salad for lunch
but definately not spam
i love roast beef and yorkshire pud for tea
with lovely thick gravy
****ing hell food is awesome | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 10/24/2005 9:55:49 PM | Twisted times hold devils eyes,a pain of long ago, forever sleeps with crying sheep for they have broken toes.Twisted times ring with angel chimes to a song of singing souls ,healing hands and barein lands are ways to make us whole. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 10/29/2005 11:54:59 PM | | Interesting and ecclectic mix of writes everyone...Great job:)Nice of me to drop by my own thread I know...Sorry Its been so long:)keep em comin,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 10/31/2005 2:23:13 AM | its too hard to tame a cat
or whisper to an acrobat
but its so easy to break a chair
with heavy plums or mountain air
whilst riding on the dragons back
its teeth yellowing with plaque
and lips pulled back exposing gums
as it flicks about its jet black tounge | |
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