if you are sad or happy or whatever,,,let's hear from th poets
poinions please,,,keep th poems in th right topic,wanting to hear
from,and about th poets in here.....M.

The poet
writing in the solitude of the moment
contemplating that which the pen paints
sharing the vision
sharing the soul.
the poet


geo

people come and then they go,oh how th lonely poets do know...
but if she responds in a positive way,
feel in you heart,she'll be there some wonderful day...M

mike, gimme a second to burn down, then I'll add my 5 cents! lol

Humm ya saying our comments to the poems should go in here instead of
under the poem that was wrote? Or are ya saying that to keep alll the
poems and the comments in the poem section? And if it is the second one
then that means you should have posted this in the poems section insead
of in here. For most do that just once in a while someone post a poem in
here or the subject about the poems and usually they are new so give
them a break. Things happen not a crime. lmao

It's been calm last few days lets keep it that way lol

Hi T-Girl...!

write only what you feel people, please,,,
be true to your selves,and not with cowardly knees,
no crawling,upright and walking,write your hearts,
fill these lonely pages please.......M.

Wow i like that a lot but heres a polm that I wrote and you tell me
what
you think????

I'm bursting with emotions and I don't know what to do,My heart fells
torn in so many ways and it's all because of you.Each night I lay in bed
to sleep but all I do is cry, you hurt me in so many ways and I feel
like I could die. My hopes, my dreams, my happy thoughts they've all
faded away, and everything would be different now if you would have only
stayed. I used to trust so easyly but you've made me dissapear, when you
left you took my heart and now all I feel is fear. I fear I might be
caught in another womans trap and in the end alone again my mind it
feels like it should snap. So I hope to find love again a woman that'll
always be their but for now I can't help but to think... Oh Why Just
Couldn't You Of Cared.

oops typing too fast it's feels not fells

good poem but I am nobodies judge,as I am th judged,by th one,
who gently,and softly gives nudge,but as I said to her with glee,I do
not lie,only plea,to scorpio's heart,Iknow,I will go
maybe to,or could be fro',but I go I go,under my tree,
to happily wait,hoping my love returns, returns to me...M

gotta go later all and peace out

Hummm what happen I thought poems went under the poem section? lol

like I said,,,write what you feel,it needs not rhyme,,,
only heart,only time,.....M.

Hey M! you know I had to get in on this one

Friday. SO glad its Friday, or not.
5 days of torture, 2 days of freedom,
Which jus so happens to be the 2 days with the most traffic
2 days with the most accidents
2 days we spend the most of what we made the past 5
I'm not happy its Friday,
Cuz its already Friday nite
Which jus reminds me how fast time goes
But how slow is Monday,
And how boring is Tuesday?
And how comforting is Wednesday?
And how fortunate is Thursday?
And how anticipated is Friday?
Oh how great-- its Saturday. Its Sunday.
See what I mean?

Ummmmm.... Whats a poem?

The Love Of My Life Is...

The love of my life is...country born definitely
BIG teddybear...but yet so gentle.
Knows when to take charge..and when to sit
back and just...Smile.

Enjoys unhurried walks...romanticly arm in arm..
stepping out of the movie theater...beneath
a moon lit sky.

Loves cuddling up on the couch...with his big
soft pleasing woman.. Can see past the color of skin...all that really
matters is the heart
beating within...

Appreciates dessert served in bed...Cool Whip
Cherries...YES!!!

NubianBBW

Knew a man in this small town,
Who suffered a horrid plight,
An affliction called "pants down",
Oh, such a disturbing sight.

Walking high, or walking low,
Pants round his small size eight feet,
Enzyte and trojans in tow,
Searching for an easy treat.

Always abundant were they,
The frequent- flier floosies,
The loosey-goosies of Wray,
The worst of the REAL DOOSIES!

So very happy was he,
Indulging in primal lust,
'till the day "IT HURTS TO PEE"!
His penis had turned to dust!

Aight Nubian! I hear ya girl!

Damn, Lily! I'm feelin that-- fa sho!

hahaha ,,,damiiiit "Lily" where did you meet that poor dude???