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forgotten???
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good cat out of the hat! heeehe good poem michael!
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long terms,long times...
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Great one! Michael :)
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Whispering Words...
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Michael, obviously u know i am new here, but since i have come on...it
is always nice to read ur poems. Great words from a true tallent. Gives me courage to continue writing....I love all of ur poems so far and i am sure to continue enjoying. |
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Addicted to lust
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Sounds as if u are really into whom u write about...just sounds like
that. Keep it up. |
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The Apple Tree
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sounds like that pie tastes so good! Hmmmmmm,i liked
methaphores......hmmm, lol ;) |
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Passions Flower...
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Are u sure u are from earth, Michael? U speak heavily words...i love
this. So in touch. |
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It is totally not hard to be just friends with a guy. Call me young,
but it is all a matter of respect for that person too. I feel lonely at times but i don't let myself go there....especially if that person can be straight with me about his feelings too. I have guy friends and i hope to make more. Guys and girls need friends of the opposite sex at times, it gives perspective on things in my opinion. |
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Through The Night
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At the end of every long day,
I lay my head to slumbers bay, And drift away…… To darkest blue, starlit sky As I think of you... I gaze through my open window at the ... Heavens so bright, Wishing you were here this lonely night From side to side, I toss and turn, The night is silently calm, and As I float away into soundless sleep, I whisper a prayer for you, My Lord to keep… For him to watch over you, To keep you safe and in his light Through the darkness of this night… May he give you all the rest you need, The shelter under the rain, And Courage in time of dangers. As the night journeys on, And morn appears, my dreams disappear like The misty fog and my ears leer like the skies Almost hearing the sun creeping up as if it Were hidden beneath the sea. I turn to my right and then to my left, Only to find my pillow and the empty space that Belongs to you. by: m (peachimon) |
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Letting him go !!!!!!!!!!!
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Morena-powerful words and it really touches!
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Stardust Spell
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ChubbyCherubPoet, I liked this peom, it reminds me of one i made a few
months ago....i bet u wrote it late at night like i did, just before i go to sleep, is when i think the most....awww, when i am sometimes just too tired to really write all that down...but u go! Nice way u make all the words flow and feel. |
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txt, the peom was well written...i guess we all can relate to that.
Either we want to change someone, or change ourselves to please others, but surely it is a fair note to accept each other in whatever relationship we are in and let it be a give and take... I liked ur peom. ;) |
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Candles
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sorry for the mispelled name, michael!;)
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Candles
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Well Michelle, i got to say that u have some real tallent. I guess it
is all about sharing our feelings in such away where we don't rub off as someone crying out in sorrifulness or in such a way like we are perfect. God knows we all are moved by so many things, be it sad or happy. Trust me i speak for myself when i say this, keep doing what u do! |
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LOVE IS DEVINE
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When we are babies, we experience love from mother and father,
When we are young children, we experience love from our close friends and family, When we get older, we experience love from experimentations, And later on in life when we grow mature and seasoned, we wonder what is love? A life-time goes by and before we know it, we forget where we left that special feeling called love, When it was felt to the fullest, When our stomach ached with happiness Our minds were addicted to that one special touch....that matter in which we cannot tangibly hold in our hands, That thing so devine, that feeling that we beg for more... Love- like it were a precious stone to kill for..... We cannot live without it, but if we have lived without love than our lives were lived in vein. Love sees no beauty, youth, color, nor age, for our hearts only crave for more.... Love, an unending river of devine... BY:MB (Peachimon) |
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Most of my life, my favorite pastime was writing down things from my
head, perhaps i find myself a romantic fool for being so secerative...not many of my friends know i love to write...I have always wanted to relate some of my thoughts down for others to enjoy...here is my start, will try to keep going from here when i have the time.. Hey, i am just sharing too. |
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Today i sat under an acorne tree and unjoyed the fresh air and the warm
day....It is Decemember, but in Georgia the winter season seems to be confussed just as i am sometimes... Every season is different but i have experienced times in my life when Christmas gave me a warm fuzzy-feeling deep inside... Seasons change i guess, especially when u suddenly notice that the world around u seems so filled with life and yet u somehow u feel dead inside... I felt this way today when i sat under an acorne tree...it seemed like only the squarrels were content with thier lives, and i cannot say i wasn't jealous of them.... Season change but here in Georgia, where i sat down and enjoyed the warm sun, it almost felt like i was missing my life in lost time... It felt like it was still fall and the Christmas season was still far off....but that confussion only lasted for a few moments, because suddenly i realized Christmas is right around the corner and i should stop feeling so lonely.... Oh, u romantic fool, wake up and just enjoy the warm sun, shining so bright, cheer up about Christmas...lost loves always find their way back home. By: M.F.B. (peachimon) |
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