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Passion within (Love Poem)
by Italian Stallion

Passion within
My heart I see
The light from above
Oh what could it be?

Passion within
Your smile I see
Nothing but the beauty of thee
Thee who holds the key to me

Passion within
My eyes I see
The wonderful girl
That is soon to be

Passion within
My soul I feel
Nothing but your warmth near
Oh how I wish it was so real

Passion within
Loving minds
As I kneel before you
And watch what Love finds

My heart is beating
Oh so fast
The presence of you
Makes it last

My eyes wondering
All over the place
I can't stop, but to look
At your face

Your smile is so big
Your eyes are watering
You let out a sigh
And say, "where have you been?

I've been searching
Every second, minute, week, month and year
To find the perfect man
I liked to be near

Here you are
Making my dreams come true
You're everything a women wants
And that's why I love you dear
Of course I'll marry you"

© Copyright 2006 By: Italian Stallion

Summer's Come (about life)
by Tine Deliën.

Desperation in this room
filled with sun
screaming for attention
a cry in need for hope

Smile so filled with longing
leaves floating on a breeze
falling on the ground
suddenly all alone

hunted by a fading dream
keeping you away from sleep
as the day goes
and the night begins

a shade on water surface
troubling the calmth
of everything
showing the agony on his face

You lay asleep
upon this bed of twigs
unknowing of all
nobody notices you but me

It lasted for a tear
upon a snowy field
but now it has gone
leaving you in dispair

You don't seem to know
what's happening now
you sleep so tightly
I hope you'll be awoken

Summer has gone
and comes again
to show this land of hope
what it's living for

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Although this poem, from my perspective, could fit any of your categories I am going to enter this under reflective poem When I wrote this poem I was very infatuated with a women whom informed me that she had been treated for the same mental disorder that my then brother in law suffers from
I was desperately trying to get her into my life at the same time my sister was tying to get the manic-depressive she had been married to for forty years out of her life
The title Free Bird was significant because my ex brother in law went by the nick name Hawkeye.

Also in a love poem I wrote for the woman that is was in love with, I referred to her as the bird of paradise
When I read the poem to my sister whom was getting divorced she could not hold back her tears even though she could not resist a chuckle at the humorous ending.
I can also relate to the bird because I was warned I would feel the pain of a broken heart

Free Bird [Reflective Poem]

Once there was a bird, hopping with a broken wing
Hopping through the forest, the bird began to sing
No fear of the trouble, its carelessness would bring
Just enjoying the beauty of the trees and everything

In the bliss of the bird’s singing it didn’t notice at all
A dangerous pit, where the poor bird was about to fall
Indeed it did fall in the pit; and in fear it did call
O my Lord, someone help me, Quickly! Do not stall

The Lord looked down mercifully, and an angel was sent,
To rescue this poor bird from an unfortunate incident
But in the bliss of its falling, the bird became content
Mesmerized by free falling, it forgot about its descent

And when the angel caught the bird it demanded to be free
It said I am enjoying the bliss of free falling! Don’t you see?
Please let me fall just a little longer then you can rescue me
Don’t you know how wonderful the feeling of falling can be?

The angel, in its wisdom, knew this was a very bad mistake
But now the angel was helpless; and its heart began to ache
Because free will is a gift from God, even an angel cannot take
The angel knew it had to let the poor bird fall, for heaven’s sake

The angel pleaded with the bird; but its pleadings were in vain
The angel had to let go of the bird. There was no time to explain
After enjoying the brief fall, the bird hit bottom, and felt the pain
Then replied; Lord I asked for an angel’
But I should have asked for a brain’.

It was hard to choose, for I wasn't quite sure how you would feel about this poem. But, it is my favorite and I felt my best written in this category. But, for all I know, I may not be able to write a proper love poem. I want critism and I want to know how to do better. I value your opinion. Thus, I will post this. Enjoy.
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The Love of Fate {Love}

Protest against a simple love,
Sweet and charished from above,
Dolled eyes through love of great,
Finding that you mustn't wait.
From above does greedy eyes steal,
Something that does not seem quite real.
Tragically wishing upon star stricken moons,
For doves are touching you this noon.
A simple love so touching, gracious, benign,
Cannot, willnot, give up by cruel time.
Feast your eyes upon something so great;
The love of loves, the love of fate.

Held in your arms, a thought is displayed,
Is this truth, forever delayed?
Gracious touch simple by shouting sound,
Everywhere around you this love is found.
High above the sky is a magestic creation,
Where fate of love makes a splendid sensation.
Falling grandiosely to gentle song,
You must carssess it simply and strong.
Just feast your eyes upon something so great;
The love of loves, the love of fate.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Rise Above (poem about life)

Sometimes life is good
at times it may be bad
always live and learn
from every experience had.
Look for the good
in everything you see
once you master this
your heart will be free.
Never let life's worries
get the best of you
no matter what you face
you'll always make it through.
Don't look at where you are
but where you're going instead
put your toubles behind you
focus on what's ahead.
There's nothing in this life
you can not rise above
if your heart is pure
and overflowing with love.

Armed and dangerous
They roam the streets
Gangs of children
Learning deceit

A family of violence
Loyal and true
Dying for colors
Red and blue

How many children have to die
How many try to be too strong to cry
Murders hidden,thieves in the night
A world with new rules of wrong and right

A twelve year old
With a gun in his hand
Destroys a family
Takes down a man

Prison bound
Before they`re sixteen
Minds filled with hate
From the things they have seen

Eyes with no feeling
Just anger and hate
Walking our streets
Lying in wait

How do we turn back
The hands of time
Where children were children
With innocent minds

Category: Sad

Night
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Darkness.
Sinking around my skull, and slowly
submerging me in its velvetiness.
Penetrating and permeating.
It enters like cold molten lead
and drowns me in its heaviness.
It numbs me, or maybe hones too much-
I do not know.

I can't breathe.

The night wind howls, but I think it feels
like music to me; until it dies down.
Stillness welcomes the pain that hides;
but it seems to savor the veil it wears.
Or could it be that it cannot expose
a face it hasn't seen?
I do not know.

I can't breathe.

The raw, stark sky screams
of needed frankness;
and I start to yearn for clouds
just because the truth lacerates.
When I cannot feel love,
the moon glares down and taunts
rosy thoughts; but I don't fret-
you can't jeer at corpses.

I still can't breathe.
(maybe I don't want to)

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All Rights Reserved
Dhaval

-Union of Souls- (Love Poem)
-Misstress-

By the moon dappled water
her smile
illuminates a garden.
Circling warmth
as it traces
the lines which are about
to intertwine.

As the bells warbles
pensive notes,
a melody uncoiling
with every beat of my heart,
every step she makes,
closer now
to where I stand,
breathless.

As cold breeze
stirred the bland air,
her brown hair breathes life,
tangled with
soft Lilac petals
her skin glistened,
wafting
through the pathway,
the altar and into
my heart.

Gently
as I reach for her hand,
the creaking sound
of a new door opening,
together now,
our first step we make,
closer now
to evermore.

Chaotic (Sad)
by Natalie__x.

Hushed secrets cached beneath septic skin,
Anemic bones tormented from pain within,
Enhanced nerves tremble blood streams,
Tarnished tears gush upon open wounds,
Chaotic mindset awoke believable dreams.

Isolated visions engulfed muzzled thoughts,
Taped skeletal frames escaped triple knots,
Languished emotions controlled innocence,
Injected fears revealed unknown past scars,
Chaotic mindset hushed in complete silence.

Narcotic fumes consumed troubled airways,
Fainting portraits stood strong on displays,
Collapsed future stared fear into the eyes,
Regretful memories flashed beyond lights,
Chaotic mindset prayed for final goodbyes.

7th September 2006
Copyright (C) Natalie

Poem about life (one of my older poems)
by John

WAR
by John (Mr. Whuppy)

The wars are still around us
Soldiers fight on soil
Is it just religion
or is it all for oil

Tanks and guns are firing
weapons glow red hot
innocent people dying
little children shot

Israel invades Lebanon
fighting terror they say
I just don't believe it
so to all gods I pray

that man will soon see reason
and there will come a day
when those in power do answer
and to the people say

We just made terror an excuse
to fight for our own greed
It's oil and land we are after
to satisfy our need

So come the day of judgment
Will they be judged true
did they fight for justice
for those like me and you

did they fight for justice
for innocents to save
or did they fight for possession
for the things they crave

only they can answer
only they can know
we make our own judgments
they will have to show

will they all be innocent
are they squeaky clean
these worldly men that lead us
the truth will soon be seen

The Shop on Willow Street [Children's Poem]
By: Twisted Heart

Inside a shop on Willow street
You may stop and chance to meet
The man who has collected things
From lands that he has seen.
Unique, they are, in design
Critiqued by him, over time
Funny looking, ordinary, things

He's seen so many things its clear
From dreams inside his mind, they rear
He'll change simple little notions
With strange goo from a potion.
Resisting all the common parts
Persisting, as he wields his art
As he puts his hands in motion.

With grace of hand that never strays
He'll take a vase that's made of clay
And slap a little of his goo
A map he'll trace as he goes through.
Omitting all the mundane things
Submitting it with lively rings
Then places it upon a shelf for you.

No longer does he sell his art
Much stronger, he, to be a part
Of all that is less ordinary
And called a man extraordinary.
Redeeming things with simple tools
Beaming like a silly fool
He proudly dances as you tarry.

He'll gladly show you all his treasures
And madly glow with his pleasures
As you ooh and aahh in glee
Its true you'll leave more happily.
You'll swear you'll return one day
It's hard to tear yourself away
From the shop on Willow Street.

It's my favourite recent.

To be a Touretter (Poem about Life)
by Katie!

Reflecting, As I do so often, whilst listening to Harry Potter
On tape
I realized that I hate
I really do hate
Having Tourettes

I can't say it's anything novel, to be coughing whilst trying to talk
Nor has it come to mind, that it's fun to be twitching while you walk
In fact it's pretty annoying when I punctuate words with KERBAM
With a cough and a sniff, a nice POW for good measure and who could forget dear KAZAM

Thinking, Which is so enjoyable, whilst drinking ovaltine light
In a mug
I realized that I hate
I really do hate
Having Tourettes

I'd be lying to say I enjoyed it, that each tic brought my face a new smile
People staring is never much fun, makes me jerk even more, it's so vile
When my arm flicks itself to my mouthpiece and my neck pushes up to the sky
To be honest, it's getting quite tiresome, to be SHOUTING whilst trying to cry

Hoping, Which is quite pointless, whilst eating mars bars
From Sainsbury's
I realized that I hate
I really do hate
Having Tourettes

If I could express it in writing, my poems would be as follows
I wander POW, lonely as a KERPLAM cloud, BOOM COUGH COUGH NO
Does it follow an iambic pentameter? Is it brilliant? I hardly think so
Does it make Shakespeare proud, or Wordsworth applaud, a simple answer would be COUGH NO

Talking, Which is a passion of mine, Whilst ticking
With my body
I realized that I hate
I really do hate
Having Tourettes

*I really do have Tourettes Sydrome

I Sent You --- (Religious Poem)
by Póετε§Š Call Me Glen-Duh!

Sometimes we curse the wind and rain,
even the sun that shines so bright.
We curse the morning when we wake,
when we can't sleep we curse the night.

Just sit and think for one quick moment,
why all these things are sent your way.
When you hate everything around you,
someone thinks of you each day.

That's why I'm writing this today,
I send this poem with my love.
And when you get this in your hands,
you'll realize what I'm speaking of.

When your day was dark and gloomy,
I sent the bright rays of the sun.
To bring a smile to your face,
to lighten up your days to come.

When your eyes were full of tears
I sent the rain to wash them down.
To keep away all fear from you,
to wash away that saddened frown.

But when the rain seemed like too much,
I told the rainbow to come out.
To reassure you of my promise,
of my love you'll never doubt.

When you were tired, hot, and weary,
I sent the breeze to kiss your face.
I made sure it was soft and gentle,
yet strong enough to leave my trace.

You were in your room; afraid, alone
I told the birds to sing to you.
To send this message through your window;
my child know, that I love you.

When the world was lost in endless sin,
I sent my Son to preach what's true.
To rescue souls that were lost,
but years ago...they cursed him too.

© Glendaliz M.

~My Protector~ (love)

It was you who brought me peace
You swept me off my feet
You placed your hand upon my heart
And told me nothing will tear us apart
You wrapped your arms around my soul
You made sure that I will never fall

No tears will shed from my eyes,
You have never made me cry
I have no fear when you are near
Your smile and grace
Is all I need from you my dear.

Your voice sings to me
It makes me want to fly
Grab my hand lets dance
Into the starry night sky.

Forever and ever
We will be together
Forever and ever
You will be my protector.

This is a really short poem I wrote once and don't know why. I guess it just reflected my mood at the time.

Memories in the Mists (reflective)

As I roll through the memories in my mind
Twisting and turning through time
Looking for something I thought I knew

How things change and stay the same
How they differ, but keep the name
My memories, tangled up in blue

Diving ever deeper down
But never far from the crown
Always the same, nothing new

Finally it comes to me
How hard it can be
When everything has flew

Off to never never land