any female interested in poetry? Entertainment and Hobbies

  • View author's info posted on Aug 19, 2005 at 00:31



    wwwww123 write:
    I like words with messages. Otherwise not.



    Most poems have messages. It is the epitome of observation and thought.Takes alot more to write poetry than prose.
  • View author's info posted on Aug 18, 2005 at 02:14


    I like words with messages. Otherwise not.
  • View author's info posted on Aug 17, 2005 at 23:39



    wwwww123 write:
    Love is like a candle
    blowing in the wind.

    The light of our life,
    our happiness,
    and love,

    or the darkness,
    and sadness,
    of our loss

    We must strive
    to protect
    our love candles

    from the storms
    of our unions,
    and life




    copyright bc 1988-2005 all right reserved




    5W,
    Good try , so u are enjoying poetry or at least copying poetry then?

    little rhymes
    for all times
    keeps the mind nimble
    the heart palpable

    dedicated to a newbie from me :)
  • View author's info posted on Aug 17, 2005 at 23:26


    Love is like a candle
    blowing in the wind.

    The light of our life,
    our happiness,
    and love,

    or the darkness,
    and sadness,
    of our loss

    We must strive
    to protect
    our love candles

    from the storms
    of our unions,
    and life




    copyright bc 1988-2005 all right reserved
  • View author's info posted on Aug 12, 2005 at 22:27


    My heart beats,
    and my mind races.

    The longing wells up,
    and my spirit paces.

    Sad and alone,
    through a desert I walk.

    Wishing you were here,
    wishing we could talk.

    Whenever I am where you are not,
    my feelings of emptiness wash me away.

    For days I wander, hoping you to see,
    the memory of you is a moment,
    but the moment will never stay.
  • View author's info posted on Aug 12, 2005 at 10:01



    maayan write:
    Bonnie, I guess enjoy them while you can, is the philosophy to have for our kids. I can understand the MTV plan, but getting married at your son's age -he is very optimistic!!!



    HOpe the air is not so bad in KL..son calmed down and trying to get job to pay me back..would take him a lifetime if he is just working in a comic shop...yes first love is so painfully naive..
  • View author's info posted on Aug 10, 2005 at 20:06



    maayan write:

    It is my pleasure sharing his poems Bonnie. I want to say, despite your profession, you are such a gifted writer. Such clarity in thought, such beauty in presentation. I miss reading more of yours in the forum. Knew you been busy. Travel well ok.

    _____________________

    thanks Maayan..have been too busy with my wayward son. Just got into London and he announced he is doing this MTV music video which some director is investing in him and he wants to get married having runaway home on a ticket he bought with my credit card..and got home to throw a party with his friends without my permission...He is putting all my legal and mothering experience to the ultimate test!
    Did not have time to go up north to KL..was completely stressed out by this son of mine..unconditional love sure needs redefining here..could well write a play out of this episode..
  • View author's info posted on Aug 03, 2005 at 01:46


    I dont know that I would really call this a poem as it is so short. I wanted to give a lady flowers, but wanted something unique to put on the card.

    This is what I came up with.

    The Red Rose is like an Eagle.
    The White is like a Dove.
    The Red Rose screams of Passion,
    And the White whispers of Love.

    Needless to say I gave her one red and one white rose with the card.
  • View author's info posted on Aug 01, 2005 at 23:27


    I wrote this poem long ago....when I was in love with my first true love...probably my last, but hopefully not....
    "Why am I looking at you like this?
    Only because I want to watch your lips..
    two pieces of overipe fruit part as your
    words slide slowly over your tongue
    I memorize them"
  • View author's info posted on Jun 13, 2005 at 00:27


    I know you are made of sterner stuff
    through the rough and tough
    I sieve for gold in the muddy pan
    through buckets of golddiggers, the independent man.

    dedicated to all on MM..:)
  • View author's info posted on Jun 12, 2005 at 15:57


    Thanks Maayan for sharing that lovely poem..I can see why you were both such a romantic couple...
    We were two mercenary wordsmiths only writing for money..nothing aesthetic at all..
    dry reams of dusty legal papers that would drive entire roomful of pin-stripe suited men to doze off at meetings that span through the night...the only time anyone would read those stuff again was when there is a dispute...
  • View author's info posted on Jun 09, 2005 at 08:41


    nice Maayan that you will remember him thru his poems..I wish my husband did that..instead of dry reams of legal contracts..
  • View author's info posted on May 11, 2005 at 10:06



    champagnepowder write:
    I didn't doubt, just questioned. Ever considered working for Hallmark...LOL.

    ______________________________________

    NO they are too cheesy for me..I would probably do and print my own someday soon...mine I hope are more sophisticated...lol

    I make personalised ones just for friends, one of a kind..and they all treasure them or mount them as pictures..just in case I get famous..:)
  • View author's info posted on May 11, 2005 at 07:47


    I didn't doubt, just questioned. Ever considered working for Hallmark...LOL.

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue

    ok, I won't go there.
  • View author's info posted on May 10, 2005 at 13:08


    Champayne,
    Why do you doubt that it is not mine..I was a published poet since 16..wrote for mercenary reasons only..lol
    Poetry is a much forgotten form of literary expression , a dying art which I would love to see revive..I usually compose rhymo-grams for friends' birthdays..an alternative to stripo-gram which all my friends love..
    would love to use them as lyrics to songs too if only I was more musical..

    Shared pain
    LOve's gain
    Passion coupled
    Happiness doubled
    Expenses expand
    romantically grand
    marriage matched
    lovers attached...

    dedicated to all on this site...:)
  • View author's info posted on May 10, 2005 at 08:47


    Thanks Bonnie and Petite.

    Bonnie, that was short but it spoke volumes. Is that yours??

    That is one thing I always try to stay true to. I would hate to wake up one day on my death bed and wish I would have opened my eyes and tried to experience life. I think that's what being passionate is all about (not just sexual passion) but passion in life. Sharing that with someone just makes it even better.

    Thanks for sharing
  • View author's info posted on May 10, 2005 at 01:08


    Champagne,
    NIce to have a man who appreciates poetry and writes it too.not many men these days bother to express themselves in such fine well thought out words...but they all have no time to stand and stare let alone put thoughts to paper...

    Time-
    the precursor
    of Man's world
    unknown, un-quantifiable
    he squanders it
    on his death bed
    wondering
    where he has spent it
    clawing, clasping
    for the last grain
    as the sand of time
    slips through his fingers
    leaving behind
    desperate emptiness..
  • View author's info posted on May 09, 2005 at 18:48


    That is a beautiful poem champagne...very romantic.
  • View author's info posted on May 09, 2005 at 18:15


    I posted this in another forum but it fits here too!! Enjoy....

    Thoughts spin and wonder
    Created and constructed
    Around a vision
    A woman
    Soft
    Sweet
    Sensual
    Smooth
    My emotions
    Wow
    Amazing
    Bliss
    Can not control
    Don?t want to control
    The yearning, burning, wanting, longing
    All
    Around a vision
    A woman
    Entered my existence
    Grabbed my heart
    And
    .
    .
    Gently, softly
    Pulled it into hers
    Her touch
    My body
    Melting
    Her look
    Enters my soul
    Feeling her energy
    My spirit ascends
    Realizing
    This vision
    This woman
    Reality
    Has come to be
    A love seen in dreams
    But never felt
    IT is here
    SHE is here
    Letting go
    IMPOSSIBLE
    Growing, loving, feeling, touching
    Experiencing
    Sharing
    LIFE
    Exploring, learning, sweating, amazing
    Intense
    Passion
    LOVE
    The union
    Evolving
    Deepening
    Unending
    The future
    Wide open
    The possibilities
    Endless
    All
    From a vision
    A woman
  • View author's info posted on Mar 02, 2005 at 18:54


    *Empty*

    Empty, lonely, broken hearted
    A million words can't explain how I felt
    when you departed
    oh how I long for your sensitive touch
    I never knew how I loved you so much
    Streams flow down from my eyes
    It seems like they will never dry
    I close my eyes then see your face
    I can see you touch me
    feel your embrace
    but when I open my eyes
    i'm over-ruled by this confusion
    when I look twice
    your just an illusion
    I can't explain the loss
    I can't explain my feelings
    I know one thing
    I do need time for healing
    but how can I heal when the one I love
    left me for another?
    In all honesty
    There would be no other
    I'll just stay in my room
    Locked alone in the dark
    away from reality
    and keep the key to my heart.
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