thomas-bot4e - Hello Poetry

Close your eyes honey. Take my friendly hand Let me carry your worries Close your mind ' s eye I know a place you' d like. I know of this island It has a comfy house on the sea shore ' s sand . The house encircled with a plush lawn , And on this island the sun never frowns . See her laying on the sea, but she will be up by dawn . Can you hear the sweet song from the brushes ? Can you see how the water , to the shore , rushes ? Look in the pretty clear sky See the variety of beautiful birds flying by. Please honey , let me make your heart smile . In this sweet get away let me bear your pain and kiss your worries away .

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC

Sweet Getaway

Close your eyes honey. Take my friendly hand Let me carry your worries Close your mind ' s eye I know a place you' d like. I know of this island It has a comfy house on the sea shore ' s sand . The house encircled with a plush lawn , And on this island the sun never frowns . See her laying on the sea, but she will be up by dawn . Can you hear the sweet song from the brushes ? Can you see how the water , to the shore , rushes ? Look in the pretty clear sky See the variety of beautiful birds flying by. Please honey , let me make your heart smile . In this sweet get away let me bear your pain and kiss your worries away .

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The wrongs we have shelfed Growing retrogressively Strayed far, home's long lost

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC

The felodesce

The wrongs we have shelfed Growing retrogressively Strayed far, home's long lost

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I am human Yes I am I don't mean it in a demeaning sense Being human is the greatest gift I've received. I am just trying to admit my flaws I fault now and then, so just in case I have but a straw Just know I love you too much So much that On this thought I stucked "What will become of me should I lose you?" In this certainty Doubts beclouds me Not doubts whether I love you or not But doubts of what if I go wrong The human in me assures I surely would Should I do, I never meant to. Just in case In my flaws I go wrong I mean these words I AM SORRY I pray you not to get weary My flaws are but a stream Flowing side by side my love for thee Both of which collects into an ocean An endless ocean of love affection and adoration. Just in case I go wrong This you must before hand know I AM SORRY.

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC

Just In Case

I am human Yes I am I don't mean it in a demeaning sense Being human is the greatest gift I've received. I am just trying to admit my flaws I fault now and then, so just in case I have but a straw Just know I love you too much So much that On this thought I stucked "What will become of me should I lose you?" In this certainty Doubts beclouds me Not doubts whether I love you or not But doubts of what if I go wrong The human in me assures I surely would Should I do, I never meant to. Just in case In my flaws I go wrong I mean these words I AM SORRY I pray you not to get weary My flaws are but a stream Flowing side by side my love for thee Both of which collects into an ocean An endless ocean of love affection and adoration. Just in case I go wrong This you must before hand know I AM SORRY.

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I meant to pen a happy poem But somehow, ended up with this same old song Heart in shreds Dry tears shed Overran with a fresh fload as a awake Been too broken to, again, break But, that's just a thought, I still break anyways. Does the sun still smile? This gloom has lasted too long a time Does the stars still twinkle? No equation is, again, simple Do we still know beauty? Everything is gone dark and ugly We must all be a broken people Weeping last only for the night Morning is going to bring a new reason to smile Though the night may seem to have lasted too long Surely there is always a new song We could either wait or Create our own options, which most often wrong. I am broken You are broken We all are broken But if we treat the threads as a whole dress Not as single individual threads Then we are on the way to redress No more broken me Nor broken you Just a healed and mended people.

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC

The Broken

I meant to pen a happy poem But somehow, ended up with this same old song Heart in shreds Dry tears shed Overran with a fresh fload as a awake Been too broken to, again, break But, that's just a thought, I still break anyways. Does the sun still smile? This gloom has lasted too long a time Does the stars still twinkle? No equation is, again, simple Do we still know beauty? Everything is gone dark and ugly We must all be a broken people Weeping last only for the night Morning is going to bring a new reason to smile Though the night may seem to have lasted too long Surely there is always a new song We could either wait or Create our own options, which most often wrong. I am broken You are broken We all are broken But if we treat the threads as a whole dress Not as single individual threads Then we are on the way to redress No more broken me Nor broken you Just a healed and mended people.

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As a kid i thought i was so bright that my thoughts and eyes held candle to moonless nights Big dreams slowing my memory like an over loaded android phone Back then, dreaming was my sin, my only felony But years and age walked me into reality Then i realized, there is nothing wrong with dreaming The only wrong therein is not waking up to live it.......

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC

Its Ok To Dream

As a kid i thought i was so bright that my thoughts and eyes held candle to moonless nights Big dreams slowing my memory like an over loaded android phone Back then, dreaming was my sin, my only felony But years and age walked me into reality Then i realized, there is nothing wrong with dreaming The only wrong therein is not waking up to live it.......

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We toil and toil tilling With our sweat ******* the soil Yet merrily singing our song From the **** s crow till the sun goes home. The harvest is non- the - less Still in music and songs Trekking like to the end- of - the - world Load - laden till our necks go sore. With stock in ban to feed the whole clan By moonlight we woo to win more hands Till mandiang comes back a - round Bringing us to the start of the round

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC

Our Life Circle

We toil and toil tilling With our sweat ******* the soil Yet merrily singing our song From the **** s crow till the sun goes home. The harvest is non- the - less Still in music and songs Trekking like to the end- of - the - world Load - laden till our necks go sore. With stock in ban to feed the whole clan By moonlight we woo to win more hands Till mandiang comes back a - round Bringing us to the start of the round

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Sing me those songs that bring me tears , Play every note and make it clear For with every drop my pain doth wear So play , oh yes please play my dear And let it pierce me like a spear Till every tear in me is steered To flow without shame nor fear . Play me a movie One with an epic setting And emotional scenes That leave me tearing . Make me cry please Like that, some of my pains are eased . Maybe you should try crying it out and see .

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC

Make Me Cry

Sing me those songs that bring me tears , Play every note and make it clear For with every drop my pain doth wear So play , oh yes please play my dear And let it pierce me like a spear Till every tear in me is steered To flow without shame nor fear . Play me a movie One with an epic setting And emotional scenes That leave me tearing . Make me cry please Like that, some of my pains are eased . Maybe you should try crying it out and see .

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Why do we seek to do and be what others approve ? When our hearts crave for what it loves Crave to be with the moon and stars above , Or fly like a lovely untamed white dove And dance to the pure rhythm of nature ' s groove . Thus in this misplaced quest , what we have we lose . Slowly , now , we are crawling In a quest for a place more homely. Slowly , slowly still crawling Towards that place we spent our whole childhood dreaming . A place filled with laughter from fulfilled dreams. Life just whispered in my ears " Why do you bear this much fear ? Cast your mind beyond now and here And you see what beauty life drips here and there, Beauty plenty enough for all to have a share " . Finally we have found a place, That place with true solace Where our laughters brilliance Collides with the mid- day' s sun - rays Spilling happiness and brightening our hitherto sad faces . At last the moment is come No more wear from an endless roam Smile and merry for now we are home In joy and songs , dance and drums Express your hearts newly found freedom .

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC

Express Your Freedom

Why do we seek to do and be what others approve ? When our hearts crave for what it loves Crave to be with the moon and stars above , Or fly like a lovely untamed white dove And dance to the pure rhythm of nature ' s groove . Thus in this misplaced quest , what we have we lose . Slowly , now , we are crawling In a quest for a place more homely. Slowly , slowly still crawling Towards that place we spent our whole childhood dreaming . A place filled with laughter from fulfilled dreams. Life just whispered in my ears " Why do you bear this much fear ? Cast your mind beyond now and here And you see what beauty life drips here and there, Beauty plenty enough for all to have a share " . Finally we have found a place, That place with true solace Where our laughters brilliance Collides with the mid- day' s sun - rays Spilling happiness and brightening our hitherto sad faces . At last the moment is come No more wear from an endless roam Smile and merry for now we are home In joy and songs , dance and drums Express your hearts newly found freedom .

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Love most have died centuries ago She died with Juliet and Romeo Now her bones lay dust infested Romeo's to the left Juliet's to the right. Wishing they discussed, Try to figure out how it all turned sour. If love is dead, Who or what are we then? Excavators, that's who we are Digging furiously, who cares how far The grave of the duo love birds must be near Find it, find love at its undiluted sphere. Enveloped in this fantasies box Love becomes no more than a hoax Love is what it is A beautiful broken bike if you please Its too dangerous to ride Yet no choice but the ride So if you must, put on your safety gear. Love does not live inside TVs Nor magazines She has left the internet and movies She now lives in the simplicity of you and I. You may have looked too hard Yet you still can't find. This you must figure out You are looking in the wrong sites.

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC

Looking For Love

Love most have died centuries ago She died with Juliet and Romeo Now her bones lay dust infested Romeo's to the left Juliet's to the right. Wishing they discussed, Try to figure out how it all turned sour. If love is dead, Who or what are we then? Excavators, that's who we are Digging furiously, who cares how far The grave of the duo love birds must be near Find it, find love at its undiluted sphere. Enveloped in this fantasies box Love becomes no more than a hoax Love is what it is A beautiful broken bike if you please Its too dangerous to ride Yet no choice but the ride So if you must, put on your safety gear. Love does not live inside TVs Nor magazines She has left the internet and movies She now lives in the simplicity of you and I. You may have looked too hard Yet you still can't find. This you must figure out You are looking in the wrong sites.

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Soldiers sown in the field And bodies usually are the yield Bodies of strangers , friends and colleagues Leaving survivors with long lonely monologues Rendering life without taste or feel. In this clash of elephants The casualties include animals , civilians , even infants. That is to say but the least . Vultures gather in circles to feast On the remains of once beautiful living beings . Where then is the profit of war ? When rebuilding cost so much more Both humanly and materially .

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC

War

Soldiers sown in the field And bodies usually are the yield Bodies of strangers , friends and colleagues Leaving survivors with long lonely monologues Rendering life without taste or feel. In this clash of elephants The casualties include animals , civilians , even infants. That is to say but the least . Vultures gather in circles to feast On the remains of once beautiful living beings . Where then is the profit of war ? When rebuilding cost so much more Both humanly and materially .

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