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"song" poems
I don't remember, any more, The exact shape of your hands As I held them in mine, Caressed them, Memorized the length of your fingers, The depth of your calluses. I don't remember, any more, Exactly your height, how much Taller than me You were, where My head rested on your chest When you held me tightly close. I don't remember, any more, Your scent, when we lay together Creating our own Magic rhythm, Matching our heartbeats as we Touched the sky, together. I don't remember, any more, The sound of your voice, calling My name as though It were a song Within itself, a precious treasure You valued with all your being. And I don't remember, any more, The color of your eyes, the shape Of your lips, Only... How your eyes crinkled at the corners And your laugh, as you told me, "I love you."
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Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 5:26 PM UTC
I Don't Remember...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
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Mad Girl's Love Song
Sit back and relax Feel the waves wash over your back In the melting sun Looking at the clouds reflecting all the pinks and blues Over the blooming hill, echoing white noise of chirps and crickets Listen to the trickling of the slow water over the smooth rocks Feel a warm wind brush your face With your eyes closed Enjoying the radiating warmth And the soothing crackling of a log fire Or sit and admire the shimmering spray Of a waterfall smoothly crashing into the water of a sky kissed lake Sunlight dancing through the vapor Rainbows jumping through every droplet Listen to the pitter patter of the rain, against a tin roof Inside a warm cabin Drifting to sleep Soon to wake to the song bird's chorus And the blissful sun Bask in it And relax
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Sit back
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
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A Drinking Song
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flowers thy head is a quick forest filled with sleeping birds thy ******* are swarms of white bees upon the bough of thy body thy body to me is April in whose armpits is the approach of spring thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot of kings they are the striking of a good minstrel between them is always a pleasant song my love thy head is a casket of the cool jewel of thy mind the hair of thy head is one warrior innocent of defeat thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army with victory and with trumpets thy legs are the trees of dreaming whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness thy lips are satraps in scarlet in whose kiss is the combinings of kings thy wrists are holy which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases of silver in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes thy eyes are the betrayal of bells comprehended through incense
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My Love
Before long the summer sun will rise in London Like the half of the Ge meets the other half. Like a magic by the Lamp of Aladdin The love flame hidden in the chest lights up! Like a blooming rose in a glowing beam of light, Like a smiling face speaks a gentle word, Like a beautiful sunrise colour in the first light! The summer in London will pop and sizzle We will see a threshold in our land. The rose for a while is tucked away Off the winter and is given to the sun Winter is not forever spring is on the corner Come back in the sun with the early bird Before Cinderella takes on the primrose path. Keeping an eye on a thriller is in the winter’s field Oozy ozone misty land gets a gingerly seasoning What on earth will it strike, will it dish out? Ah, the sun will pop out like a river breeze. Like a southern song singing on a dream scene. a smooth fairy dance facing the Moon a thrill of exposing Stonehenge once and for all a melodious raindrop in the serene pond a butterfly dance on the rose a turned on tall tale of the blue peacock Like a pure belief in heaven without a pinch of salt!
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
Summer in London
Throw rocks at my window, Hold the boom box up high. Send me on scavenger hunts, Make me search far and wide. Let me be your favorite song, A tune you can never get out of your head. Recall your fondest memories, Those of when we first met. Take me out to ball games, Introduce me to all your friends. I want to be your now and forever, I want the cheesy moments to last a lifetime. Take me in now and never look back, We can have a life we create out of whack.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Your Typical Cheesy Love Poem
A night owl in the harvest moon was awake till the crack of the dawn but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing the boat in the digital river. Deep down to a dreamweaving scene that was, in musing, painstakingly creative. Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism. The darling buds of May will be in bloom. The tickled pink nightingale too will give out its voice, singing a song. Save a copy and tweet it to all, but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more. Where does it shine and sizzle? Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
A Rose is not only for a Summer
The feeling of swimming underwater, missing someone, standing on top of a mountain. The feeling of shedding tears over a movie, excitment over a kiss, running for no reason. The feeling of jumping up and down over a song, smiling to birds, being lost after a drunken night out, is what we should live for.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
What we should live for
If I had an inch I'd give you a mile If you were a frown I'd give you a thousand smiles I'd give you the world if you asked But all I want you to have is my heart I'll write you a song if that's what you want Then tear it all up if you don't I'll show you my mind and give you my heart Just promise you won't rip it apart I want to know how you are I want to know your heart and soul Your voice is a work of art I wish you could be mine to hold I never could move on from your eyes They'd haunt me wherever I go Quitting isn't always so bad When giving up on the impossible Honestly I'd be crazy not to love you Although the effect seems the same either way I have dreams of spending forever with you I wonder if you'd want to stay?
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Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 2:32 PM UTC
Take What You Want From Me and Be Happy
the rose is dying the lips of an old man ****** the petals hush mysteriously invisible mourners move with prose faces and sobbing,garments The symbol of the rose motionless with grieving feet and wings mounts against the margins of steep song a stallion swetneess ,the lips of an old man ****** the petals.
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The Rose
There comes a day in your life where you meet someone special… You try so hard not to admit it but you just can’t hold back the way you feel… I like you. You get all those feelings… Those butterflies you can’t stomach, That heart rate you can’t put at ease, So baby … Sweetheart with the beautiful smile. Sure, I loved sleep But dreams couldn't compare Not to talking to you until my mind screamed for rest And the butterflies in my stomach settled Darling with the endless amount of love… your love could fill the oceans and climb the tallest trees, but could your love belong to me someday? Be given to me? Can you feel the way I do for you? & Boy, sometimes I tangle my own fingers Closing my eyes, losing myself in a daydream Where your voice is more than an echo in my mind And I even believe for a few seconds you're still here Lover, who writes me poems, You should know I write you too. I write about you until my fingers ache And still after that I keep writing Because there's just some people you could write about forever And baby, you're one of them. And boy who played me a song, Sweet sounds bow down to my ears, And the way you play your guitar… & the way I daydream about kissing your lips... I can’t wait until the sparks of your tongue burn my mouth send electric shocks through my body Cutie… with the funny jokes, You make me laugh. Today you made me laugh, like you always do, you’re the only one who can now a days. Baby, with those sparkling eyes, Your eyes haunt me whether I'm dreaming or not And what haunts me more is the fact that I can’t have you now because you ruined it It hurts to think about it, So I have to block you out. Play your songs to someone else, Read your silly lines of heartache to someone else, And go find… someone else.
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Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
I kinda sorta think I'm falling for you
There comes a day in your life where you meet someone special… You try so hard not to admit it but you just can’t hold back the way you feel… I like you. You get all those feelings… Those butterflies you can’t stomach, That heart rate you can’t put at ease, So baby … Sweetheart with the beautiful smile. Sure, I loved sleep But dreams couldn't compare Not to talking to you until my mind screamed for rest And the butterflies in my stomach settled Darling with the endless amount of love… your love could fill the oceans and climb the tallest trees, but could your love belong to me someday? Be given to me? Can you feel the way I do for you? & Boy, sometimes I tangle my own fingers Closing my eyes, losing myself in a daydream Where your voice is more than an echo in my mind And I even believe for a few seconds you're still here Lover, who writes me poems, You should know I write you too. I write about you until my fingers ache And still after that I keep writing Because there's just some people you could write about forever And baby, you're one of them. And boy who played me a song, Sweet sounds bow down to my ears, And the way you play your guitar… & the way I daydream about kissing your lips... I can’t wait until the sparks of your tongue burn my mouth send electric shocks through my body Cutie… with the funny jokes, You make me laugh. Today you made me laugh, like you always do, you’re the only one who can now a days. Baby, with those sparkling eyes, Your eyes haunt me whether I'm dreaming or not And what haunts me more is the fact that I can’t have you now because you ruined it It hurts to think about it, So I have to block you out. Play your songs to someone else, Read your silly lines of heartache to someone else, And go find… someone else.
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I feel strange. Half light-hearted, half heavy-handed. You know when you get a song stuck in your head and you can't get it out? I hate that. That's sort of what this feels like. I feel better. Less panicked, more confused. But a good confused. You know that feeling of warm water running down your back when washing your hair? I love that. That's sort of what this feels like. I feel great. And nothing. This is just what I needed. A warm bath and a quick nap.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Strange
A flower blossoms as a bird sings its song life is beautiful but it doesn't last long, so enjoy it while it's here, don't wait till it's gone or you might miss the flowers and the birds lovely songs.
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:23 AM UTC
Life is beautiful
*Your beauty reminds me of dawn Like the flowers blossom I heard the song birds charm   Like your cute laugh and giggle   I looked inside my heart and I saw you*
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Your Beauty
I know you love cheesy love songs So here’s one for you my dear You know who you are So there’s no need to fear How do you like it so far? Cause girl you’re the reason that the sun shines And why the flowers come out in spring I don’t mind if you’re mine But you’re the reason that I sing Cause the first time I saw you I knew it was love at first sight Come on I know you feel it too So move closer I won’t bite You know you’ll always be my Hallmark Girl And I’ll write you a proper song someday I promise…
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Not Just Another Cheesy Love Song, Because I wrote This One For You
When you stepped in my door, I realised I was Paradise in my heart and soul. You were so surefooted because you came up from the high. So long I longed for it. O Fathima, only to kiss your feet! The time was so sweet, beyond anyone’s dream only in pure beauty I was rendering, screaming to new highs. I did it my way! Lovely bouncing on my polished pitch, the rivers forget to flow back to the seas. But no one knew where my toe melts! Until you did and took me for a tread closer to your spring, my sweet spot; my sweet dream: O Fathima, only to kiss your feet! Your so pleased man wished to rain down with love, but humble you hid your feet! You blinded the moon, snowed it away under the seven seas. No wonder it's your winning footing. Like the Prophet (PBUH) said: I found me the heaven beneath the mother’s feet. O Fathima, only on your feet!
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
O Fathima Only To Kiss Your Feet (Song of paradise upon her arrival)
. *Honeybees, birds and blooms unfurl an enchanting spell when spring comes by here Memories waft 'neath burled rustic trellis where flowered tendrils grasp fleshly like the newness a love once tenderly embraced Songbirds in your garden sing of swooning memories rapture.., of velvet eyes,   the fragrant spicy nectar hidden within her walls                             A song of honeyed bees'  sweetest stinger, and the poignant ***** of intoxicating surrender lingers, bemused spellbound by a thorny heirloom rose Sharp beauty beloved like a blameless trap caught blissfully, breathlessly inbetween all you wish for and all your wanton needs Desire 's wellspring an unspoken passion coquet swollen buds adorn blossoming, sensual, untamed carnal grace A picture perfect natural beauty; sunlit chassé … feathered brush, demure blush dancing with basket of lace petal’d perfume For to colour a heart's blank pages rapt in the poesy a joyous ecstasy .., enrapture with rainbow's luscious taste What seems lost is but a tender vestige unfound a passing moments innocence lost to steal away like rumors of gold These silent reveries seep from a hole in my heart,   as if ripe strawberries of yore, gently weeping sweetness when pricked by a thorny rose   The ides of spring do still bleed a timeless ache onto the page ... sweet naivety stung by a mesmerizing dart to the heart Songbirds in your garden do sing of sweetest things immersed in nature's nectar blissful memories sleeping in the petals of a rose* Sung to the wind by a song sparrow — ♪ ♫...✩ ☼✩ ✩☺✩
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Songbirds in your garden sing
. *Honeybees, birds and blooms unfurl an enchanting spell when spring comes by here Memories waft 'neath burled rustic trellis where flowered tendrils grasp fleshly like the newness a love once tenderly embraced Songbirds in your garden sing of swooning memories rapture.., of velvet eyes,   the fragrant spicy nectar hidden within her walls                             A song of honeyed bees'  sweetest stinger, and the poignant ***** of intoxicating surrender lingers, bemused spellbound by a thorny heirloom rose Sharp beauty beloved like a blameless trap caught blissfully, breathlessly inbetween all you wish for and all your wanton needs Desire 's wellspring an unspoken passion coquet swollen buds adorn blossoming, sensual, untamed carnal grace A picture perfect natural beauty; sunlit chassé … feathered brush, demure blush dancing with basket of lace petal’d perfume For to colour a heart's blank pages rapt in the poesy a joyous ecstasy .., enrapture with rainbow's luscious taste What seems lost is but a tender vestige unfound a passing moments innocence lost to steal away like rumors of gold These silent reveries seep from a hole in my heart,   as if ripe strawberries of yore, gently weeping sweetness when pricked by a thorny rose   The ides of spring do still bleed a timeless ache onto the page ... sweet naivety stung by a mesmerizing dart to the heart Songbirds in your garden do sing of sweetest things immersed in nature's nectar blissful memories sleeping in the petals of a rose* Sung to the wind by a song sparrow — ♪ ♫...✩ ☼✩ ✩☺✩
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Lifes tragically hard more things going wrong Sometimes I do wonder how sorrowful the lyrics would be if written as a song It would be a song of Great Love friendship contentment and trust Of passion happiness beauty and lust Of illness   tragedy loneliness and fear Of anger confusion and heartbreak over the one I hold dear What sad lyrics they'd be If my life with you were a song
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Sad Song
Your smile makes me smile, Your laugh makes me laugh, Your eyes are enchanting, You make my thoughts seem daft. Since the day I first laid eyes on you, My feelings grew and grew. In that first conversation my knees clicked and clacked, And those butterflies flipped and flapped. And as I spill these simple rhymes, My mind goes over time and time, Why didn't you ask me to dance, During that slow song of endless romance? I hope this doesn't seem to creepy. Please don't think my thoughts have flown too freely. Just know that what I speak is true, And that I have fallen deeply for you.
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
CRUSH
My love is vast. My love is strong. My love is driven by the thought of you noticing me one day. Although I am told that some love never blooms like flowers struggling during the bitter colds. I have nothing to offer you. All I have are my bones. They hold me up on days I feel like a bird with broken wings, but I will always love you with the lights on. I will care for your wounds until you're able to fly again. Until you can reach the moon. So play your guitar and sing your songs. I will admire you from afar as you carry on. Don't worry about me. I'm not trying to come off as a creep but I love your eyes, and how they look like dark coffee. I love the way you speak. Each word a melody. Every sentence a song. I'm caught on your hook. I could listen all day long. I'm lost in your music while you're lost in this madness. So don't worry my dear, the flowers will someday bloom. I shall save these words for you. I'll read them out to you, but only once during the blue moon. You're a sweetheart and a really brave bird. So walk with me to the edge of the earth and I will share you all my secrets, and you will share me yours. We'll tie them both to balloons and let them go. Lay with me down on this pearly dew-drop grass. We'll watch the clouds travel to and fro, just stay with me in this perfect spot. You don't have to go.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
You're A Sweetheart and A Really Brave Bird
. A poet's heart isn't like any other... It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.      It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to      be found.           It's a book shelved high that wants to           be read.                It's the freest of all birds caged but                unbound... A poet's heart isn't like any other... It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.      It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of      colours.           It doesn't wield a paintbrush to           translate its thoughts.                But it can see through the eyes of                painters... A poet's heart isn't like any other... It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.      It doesn't bind itself to the requirements      of musical harmony.           It doesn't follow the conventions of           genres.                But it sings its voice loud without                restrictions of melody... A poet's heart isn't like any other... It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.      It's an exploding universe, that merges      back into galaxies.           It's a sought after painting, that boasts           of unfathomable beauty.                It's an everlasting song, that echoes                within the poet that embodies...
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
A Poet's Heart
. A poet's heart isn't like any other... It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.      It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to      be found.           It's a book shelved high that wants to           be read.                It's the freest of all birds caged but                unbound... A poet's heart isn't like any other... It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.      It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of      colours.           It doesn't wield a paintbrush to           translate its thoughts.                But it can see through the eyes of                painters... A poet's heart isn't like any other... It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.      It doesn't bind itself to the requirements      of musical harmony.           It doesn't follow the conventions of           genres.                But it sings its voice loud without                restrictions of melody... A poet's heart isn't like any other... It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.      It's an exploding universe, that merges      back into galaxies.           It's a sought after painting, that boasts           of unfathomable beauty.                It's an everlasting song, that echoes                within the poet that embodies...
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i remember the way your hair shined through the sunny day studying the way your eyes flutter every time you stutter the words you cant say i remember how pleasing your voice was beneath my ears i remember being with you washed away my fears do you remember the days where we used to lay in the shade? forming figures in the clouds having long conversations for hours nights where we stayed up late getting into stupid debates about who's right or wrong, picking out the right song to play over and over again. remember how we fought over stupid stuff? and even though times get rough, we'd just laugh it all up do you remember when we met in September? in english class where the hours didn't last and that's where it happened so fast creating memories that we thought would remain but all we created was pain and that was the last day i saw you. sitting on the bench with another girl my heart clenched cheeks tear-drenched my pride craving for revenge. listen darling, i just want you to remember from the beginning of september remember the long-lasting splendor the last moments of us being together because i remembered and dare i keep it in my heart forever.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
r e m e m b e r
Your smile makes me smile, Your laugh makes me laugh, Your eyes are enchanting, You make my thoughts seem daft. Since the day I first laid eyes on you, My feelings grew and grew. In that first conversation my knees clicked and clacked, And those butterflies flipped and flapped. And as I spill these simple rhymes, My mind goes over time and time, Why didn't you ask me to dance, During that slow song of endless romance? I hope this doesn't seem to creepy. Please don't think my thoughts have flown too freely. Just know that what I speak is true, And that I have fallen deeply for you.
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC
CRUSH
A loaded gun behind the perfect shot, infiltrates my mind with memories I forgot. Pills and potions couldn't help ease the pain, the man with the mask I can no longer keep sane. And in the bleeding sky I saw, scars I've encountered once before. The depth is scary, but I can't look away, I dive and drown in this red ocean every day. I close my eyes and hum a song, trying to outshout the things I've done wrong. It's a suicide mission to try and win this fight, so I'll just get lost with the strangers of the night. On the gleaming tracks I run with no goal, it's just an endless journey within a distant black hole. I'm just a fraction of something that could've been great, but, I know it's too late to change my bulletproof fate.
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Save Myself