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Joyce Jan 2016
I write what I feel.
I feel what I think.
I think what I share.
I share them with care.
I care so much.
Try to read many poems.
Your poems so beautiful
with gentle touch.
Words can come to live
and feeling that moment.
Sometimes I cry without
even knowing.
Thank you for sharing yours.
Words of love showing.
I wish I could read you
Just open you up
Find all the things you won't tell me yourself
I'd know how to love you
How not to cause you pain
I'd know how to make you happy again

I'll open up for you
Show you all of my pages
Even the torn ones barely worth reading
You can pick at my spin and play with my heart
Just promise you won't tear me apart

Just let me read you
Let me in
Tell me the stories hidden deep in you're pages
I want to know where you've been
I want to see where you'll go
I want to be the best lover you will ever know

I'd never tell your secrets
But I'll show you mine
I'd never expose you're fears
But I'll share with you mine

I want to read your story
And know it all that I can
Hold your hands
Watch as your book grows with mine
Until maybe one day they both combine
cynthia pacheco Dec 2015
There is no reason to be upset if I can not change things to be the way I want them  to be.  There is no reason why I should have to like everything,  even if I don't like it.  I can live with out it. Some people come into our lives and quickly go,  but that doesn't mean I have to be sad all the time.  Moving on believe  it or not is the key weather you like it or not. Some stay safe for a while and then leave footprints on our
KathleenAMaloney Dec 2015
Why is it,
That the Dying are sometimes Vicious,
just before the End?

Is it the betrayal of Cancerous thoughts,
Raging in the face of those who Love them?

Sad Victory for the End, that would be.....
a veil upon shared moments of Goodness.
a last Laugh, by the shadow lingering  Shame

Peace is made Invisible by Nothing.
No Hope for That which already IS
The consolation?  Victory,
for a War never to be fought

Is a Man so Blessed
that he can go Hungry for Love,
even from the most High Buddha?

If So, this is Not a Ladder to Eternity..
Rather, just another broken rung and rail,
carved unwanted Branches taken from the Tree of Life

No Reason to admonish a dying man
His mate has been the Kindness of the Mother.
It is she
who brings Honor to the family,
and Eyes to the unseeing.

Blessings Upon Her now,
for the Gift of True compassion.

Peace .
And So It Is.
supman Dec 2015
Minsan ako,
minsan siya
pilit **** pinaghahati,
ang oras mo sa aming dalawa

Ayaw ko ng may kahati,
gusto ko ako lang
Gusto ko masabi,
masabi  na ikaw ay akin lamang

Hindi ka isang tinapay na pwedeng paghatian
Hindi ka isang laruan na pwedeng ipahiram
Isa kang babae na dapat pahalagahan
Isang babae na mahal ko at dapat pagingatan
Àŧùl Nov 2015
On your toes you stand,
On my shoulder is a hand,
The other is on my waist.

We find solace in the kiss,
We find the eternal bliss,
A never-ending love we share.

In your hair is lost my breath,
In your eyes be my life & death,
It is forever this love so rare.
My HP Poem #916
©Atul Kaushal
solEmn oaSis Nov 2015
on the 6th day of January
a baby boy were born namely
Solomon E. Sicio,
he was the 7th child as recorded too.
5 years later,,,he learned how to write,sing and the eagerness to listen
1 day,,, bcoz of his thirst and hunger..he roved around to the kitchen
HEY ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? voiced over by his eldest brother
Oh Kuya come and look,how should i cut this lime? I GOT WONDER!

kuya Sonny took the knife- begun to talk and started to demonstrate.
so he'd enlightened from then on and used to love playing such a mind game,
times gone by,he uses 2 nickname--"Sol or MON" on his 3rd grade.
But he hates the feeling when he is already 8 years old.Less than a decade
.............has just past again-he decided to grew up and be matured enough!
Until now----out of 9 of his brethren ,,,don't know his caliber for being tough
,,,,but 4 of his best-friend really knew how he draw the character named
san Goku
and he finally entered to the nation of hp world,,and want to say............
HOW HE LOVES AND HATE TO PLAY THE GAME SO CALLED ...**sudoku
special thanks to Hidden agenda for the poem of its own
entitled Am I Thirsty or Hungry?
,,,,,,
when i read that.. i just wanna share also, some sort of bedtime stories
i've been doing to my son and daughter
:a seven and six years old children of mine without their mother
because me and my wife are currently living in seperate lives !
Arturo Hernandez Nov 2015
I'm on my way
To the promised land,
The streets
I saw myself walking on.
Fall leaves clipping
On the sole of my shoes,
Fall leaves jumping
From my BMW's windshield.
I can taste the rain
That is now on the floor
From the night before
And I am daydreaming,
In that same street,
Breathing the crystals
In the air,
So soothing and sharp
At the same time.
I am leaving the house
I promised I would have,
I am going to enjoy
The rest of the day
Because God gave me
The weekend
To give him thanks
And rejoice
In all the glory
That he has made.
It's so beautiful,
I cannot wait.
I started walking,
I am on my way.
I wish you could've been there, sitting next to me.
Under the moonlight, sipping on some coffee.
Simply enjoying the bands play after a long day
with the lights twinkling above outside of the hipster
coffee house that I love.
Because it's these little moments that make me feel alive and I want to experience them with you by my side.
Yes, I'm talking to you.
I wish you could have been there too.
I often experience moments like these in which I wish my best friend was there to appreciate them with me.
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