Posted by: ALzJR in Untagged on
Mar 13, 2007
Good things I do not wish for.
Bad things shouldn't even go out the door.
Things should be neutral among things.
Don't take it for granted then stressing.
I do not wish for any good things.
Just for you to see this and noticing.
The love that I bare is more than just a light flare.
The rest of the air is for us both only to share.
Good things I do not wish for,
Just for you to stop and listen more.
Please oh please harmonize these memories.
Because of how soon you'll be free.
I am worried as I tear apart.
It's almost time for us to depart.
I am indeed must speak to you.
Speak to you with my feelings oh so true.
Please oh please stop and listen to me.
No pressure against thy as I breathe.
Then three words I love you would all fly.
No matter how much I tried, I couldn't deny.
The fact of why would you not choose me.
Hope that you would accept this smile of all peace.
I am indeed need to speak to you,
Speak to you of my feelings oh how crude.
Posted by: mmsk8in99 in Untagged on
Mar 13, 2007
The whole world stopped.
The whole world watched.
Then everyone else disappeared.
They were the only two people left on the planet.
Moments like this only happen once in a lifetime.
Because once in a lifetime you fall in love.
Posted by: jaynebeth in Untagged on
Mar 12, 2007
Poetry is like a song
The words can never really be wrong
If you write what you feel
Sometimes it can really heal
A broken heart a long lost love
The words themselves can make you rise above
A terrible problem can easily go away
A long lost love will suddenly stay
So listen to the words
Of this poem or this song
And you too can easily go though life
And find no wrong
Posted by: peggi in Untagged on
Mar 08, 2007
Beyond the birches,
on a far-away hill.
A small house sits,
forever still.
Overhead, the birds soar,
voicing their joyous trill.
Beyond the birches,
on a far,away hill.
A serene brook,
with its water exceedingly still.
Beyond the birches,
on a far-away hill.
Someday I want to live,
in the house so still.
Beyond the birches,
on a far-away hill.