the-poet-next-door - Hello Poetry

How can I taste thee When I have never mouthed thee How can I smile at thee When I never know what joy is How can I listen with glee When my heart has never opened up within How can this touch moved me When I have no none, any memories How can I have ever lived When am here yet have never been

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC

the-poet-next-door

How Can I

How can I taste thee When I have never mouthed thee How can I smile at thee When I never know what joy is How can I listen with glee When my heart has never opened up within How can this touch moved me When I have no none, any memories How can I have ever lived When am here yet have never been

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The world is vast I see Yet there is no where I wanna be My yearning does not include this All that is out there have been Except that which was given to me By that which comes within me This little hand grasping me Is a string that tugs deep within All that is precious to me Comes forth the day I call thee baby

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Oct 26, 2018

Oct 26, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC

the-poet-next-door

I call thee baby

The world is vast I see Yet there is no where I wanna be My yearning does not include this All that is out there have been Except that which was given to me By that which comes within me This little hand grasping me Is a string that tugs deep within All that is precious to me Comes forth the day I call thee baby

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Let the colours run wild Set them free A pigment thrown out Is a feeling live out Rainbows are felt When they are way out An artist speaks out When the brush gets rub out These colours don't dye out Even the day my breath ran out

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

the-poet-next-door

Colours

Let the colours run wild Set them free A pigment thrown out Is a feeling live out Rainbows are felt When they are way out An artist speaks out When the brush gets rub out These colours don't dye out Even the day my breath ran out

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Once, we were young Let that not be overrun For a day might come When memories look to hunt For days when we were young Remember what we done Alas if that does not come At least we were young Ask me if you want Once, Is only just enough

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC

the-poet-next-door

Young Once

Once, we were young Let that not be overrun For a day might come When memories look to hunt For days when we were young Remember what we done Alas if that does not come At least we were young Ask me if you want Once, Is only just enough

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The happy days are here to stay For no matter what you and I might say They are like pebbles made from lumps of clay Knead and press they were made each fateful day Spread now on a beach come whatever may There in my mind they will always remain Time will come for them to be relived again Then round and smooth they will feel like only yesterday

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC

the-poet-next-door

Happy Days

The happy days are here to stay For no matter what you and I might say They are like pebbles made from lumps of clay Knead and press they were made each fateful day Spread now on a beach come whatever may There in my mind they will always remain Time will come for them to be relived again Then round and smooth they will feel like only yesterday

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What are words But a lament That finds comfort in comment For a heart that needs to vent When everything else is pretend Because who knows what will it portend If silence is used to make amends Like a bird at its ends That knows no more then to bend.

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC

the-poet-next-door

What are words

What are words But a lament That finds comfort in comment For a heart that needs to vent When everything else is pretend Because who knows what will it portend If silence is used to make amends Like a bird at its ends That knows no more then to bend.

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its hard to explain what i am feeling now except to say that there still feels hope albeit a faint one that needs to be rekindled every once in a while how long more can i do the rekindling? that i do not know except to say i hope i can for as long as its needed.

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC

the-poet-next-door

The Hope

its hard to explain what i am feeling now except to say that there still feels hope albeit a faint one that needs to be rekindled every once in a while how long more can i do the rekindling? that i do not know except to say i hope i can for as long as its needed.

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There is fear in men, of which I do not comprehend. Of why they maybe scared, when they do not even fear death. The days when they tremble, not for their lives that they mumble. But for the face that they put on hallows, which is really all in hollows.

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC

the-poet-next-door

FEAR in men

There is fear in men, of which I do not comprehend. Of why they maybe scared, when they do not even fear death. The days when they tremble, not for their lives that they mumble. But for the face that they put on hallows, which is really all in hollows.

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