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  • View author's info posted on Feb 07, 2005 06:58

    Beautiful poem indeed Alberto...
    Neruda is one of my favorites!
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  • View author's info posted on Mar 04, 2005 01:19

    champagnepower...Absolutely beautifully written. As a woman, I could feel the essence of me when reading your poem. I really liked that. Thank you...
  • View author's info posted on Mar 04, 2005 01:17

    Miss 23..Thank you for such a warm compliment. Yes I am very passionate about life. I love every moment and cherish it greatly.. I love poetry. Its a reflection of a beautiful heart and soul and when I read poetry written I feel the depth of mind of the writer. I do enjoy reading what all of you have written. Isnt it wonderful how writing of heart can bring the warmth of different souls together. I love it. Thank you....
  • View author's info posted on Feb 26, 2005 16:40

    I can't remember where this come from but all the same, I wanted to share it..

    "To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one. Not even an animal. Wrap it carefully with hobbies and luxuries, avoid all entanglements and keep it safe in the casket of your selfishness. But in the casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable".
  • View author's info posted on Feb 25, 2005 18:07

    All poetry I have read here is awesome . The depth in which you all write is serene. I take great pleasure in reading them. For this I thank you.

  • View author's info posted on Feb 24, 2005 14:39

    Yeah, I am a Daddy's girl. I wrote this poem while thinking of him.
    Thank You for Being a Man is the title. Thanks for baring with me.

    Thank you for being there for me,
    Thank you for our family,
    Most guys would have left us,
    Most guys would have given up,
    You stayed with us,
    Thank you for being a man,
    Thank you for being there when I was sick,
    Thank you for being there when I was bad,
    Thank you for being there when I was mad,
    Thank you for forgiving me,
    You love me for me and always have,
    You love our family,
    Through love, hate, happiness, and saddness,
    You stayed,
    Thank you for being a man,
    Thank you for showing me I can be more,
    Thank you for not letting me settle for less,
    Thank you for giving me a reason to live and love,
    Thank you, Daddy, for being a man.

    Lanna L Sweet

    Copyright ?2005 Lanna L Sweet
  • View author's info posted on Feb 23, 2005 22:15

    I can't let Bon Bon outdo me here:

    There once was a lad from UK
    Who never really could say
    What was best about sex
    With his bow legged ex
    But he thought her a very good lay!
  • View author's info posted on Feb 23, 2005 22:13

    Monkey -- try Mary Oliver...Pablo Neruda.....Walter Benton......Robert Bly......oh so many good ones out there. I would kneel at their feet to be as good, as wonderful a writer.
  • View author's info posted on Feb 23, 2005 16:23

    Hello everybody!
    Just wanted to say...great poems! I too love to write, and have done so all my life. Poetic liscence is a wonderful thing...Anybody have any recommendations about any unusual/profound little gems?
  • View author's info posted on Feb 23, 2005 07:54

    There was a bird
    who lived in an Oak
    the less she spoke
    the more she heard
    why can't we be
    like the wise old bird?
  • View author's info posted on Feb 23, 2005 07:53

    There once was a barmaid in Creole
    who had the prices of ale
    tattooed in Braille
    on her behind
    for the sake of the blind
  • View author's info posted on Feb 23, 2005 07:51

    Babies have no hair
    Old men's heads are just as bare
    Between the cradle and the grave
    Lies a haircut and a shave...
  • View author's info posted on Feb 23, 2005 02:18

    Timeless Passion

    How sweet the surrender.

    Speculation garnished with supreme thoughts

    I savour the purity of the knowledge we seek of one another

    I glimpse into your minds window to see visions of you

    I gaze from afar at chapters yet to be written

    You have embraced me, accepted me and unknowingly graced me with your charm

    To be perfect is to be flawed and to be incomplete is beautiful

    Prompted with questions and listening intently you embrace me gently.

    I savour your mind with delight.

    Your thoughts fixed to my memorization and I feel treasured.

    Like a Matchless Pearl . In awe of its beauty.

    I cannot have enough. Never enough

    Timeless and Endless a Passionate Dream
  • View author's info posted on Feb 13, 2005 14:33

    This poem is about when she complains about your behavior. You might be enclined to defend yourself or to strike back. Before you do, concider this poem.

    Title: I love you and it hurts

    She says she doesn't love me,
    when only yesterday she did.

    She says she doesn't love me,
    it's all the things I did.

    But I know that she still loves me
    It doesn't matter what I did.

    To know that she still loves me,
    it takes a special ear to hear.

    It hears not what she's saying,
    it hears only what she feels.

    What she says I cannot hear,
    what she feels I hear so clear.

    And I hear just what she's feeling,
    it's I loves you and it hurts
  • View author's info posted on Feb 11, 2005 23:02

    You Say...

    You say that I should smile more, But you're the first one to make me cry.

    You say you'll always be there ,Then i reach for your hand and you pull further away.

    You say you want to hold me tight, but holding me isn't just "holding" me anymore.

    You say I am the only one for you, then why do you go where you do when you do.

    You say that I am beautiful, But I see the way you look at her.

    You say that you love me, But why should I believe you, just because I love you too?
  • View author's info posted on Feb 09, 2005 23:50

    Alberto, Neruda is another of my favorite poets, you are well read indeed. BFD, sorry to hear you hate poetry, because you wrote a pretty good one that you shared here. ....thanks to both of you.

    An exerpt from one of Mary Oliver's best poems:
    ".....Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
    Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
  • View author's info posted on Feb 07, 2005 15:38

    I hate poetry. But when I split from a women I loved I was inspried:

    This one is to Veronica, my ex-girlfriend who was an angel. My love was and still is, unconditional. The poem is about how I felt the need for restraint rather than reciprocation when we exchanged words during my departure because I knew that harsh words would hurt her long and hard, and that need for restraint even though her words stabbed deep. My feeling was that I'm a strong man and I can take it. For her.

    Title: For I am Strong and must protect you

    Your words cut deep,
    yet I don't react.
    For I am stronger,
    and surely a like response would break your heart.

    That I could never do,
    for I must protect you.
    Your actions tear me inside,
    and I accept and remain calm.

    For I am strong.
    I can take it and I do.
    For you.
    I will protect you.

    So you hurl insults
    and put me down,
    tell me it's over,
    and try to make me cry.

    Yet I don't cry out,
    as surely I know I could return the same and more.
    But I don't.
    Because I love you and I must protect you.

    I will be strong for you,
    even as you say good-bye.
    And I smile.
    To protect you.

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