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Poem of the day
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My definition of love...
by Torran Compala
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My definition of love...
is different from the book
my definition of love
is more than just a look
love is more than a word
more than a song, more than a note
love is more than a poem
more than anything i've wrote
love is reaching out to touch someone
to be sure that they're there
love is leaning in to kiss someone
to remind them that you care
love is looking her in the eyes
and whispering in her ears
love is cuddling when she cries
and catching all her tears
love is the warmth shared between hugs
when everything else is cold
love is knowing they'll still be there
when everything else is old
love is hearts beating faster and faster
while everything else is slowed down
love is singing sweet songs to her
even if hundreds are around
love is driving through the rain
to help someone through tough times
love is me wishing that you'll love me too
wishing you'd be mine
love isn't just holding hands
love is holding hearts
love isn't where it ends....
love is where it starts.
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this is my best poem ,, it was writting by william shakespare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmed ;1
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;1
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade
when in eternal lines to time thou growest.1
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,1
So long lives this. and this gives life to thee
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fasel :
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[align=center]My Dream
by Todd-Michael St. Pierre
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[align=left]Where the mountains touch the sky
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly
A secret place above the crowds
Just beneath marshmallow clouds
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak
And see the soon- to- be we seek
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise
To the mountains old and wise
Climbers climb, it's time to try
Where the mountains touch the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow
Where the ocean meets the sky
Where mermaid dance and seagulls fly
A place in DREAMS I know so well
The sea inside a single ****l
Far across the living sea
A pale blue possibility
Beyond the castles made of sand
Tomorrow in a small child's hand
Only DREAMERS need apply
Where the ocean meets the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow
Where the forests reach the sky
Men are equal and doves still fly
No thorns of war, a perfect rose
This is where the green grass grows
Out beyond the crystal stream
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM
Imagine such a goal in sight
For red and yellow, black and white
Whisper now, let the DREAM begin
It's time to trust the truth within
This is where we seek and find
A gift in being colorblind
Dream on Dreamers, hopes are high
Where the forests reach the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow
Now, listen close, the future calls
"Build your bridges and tear down walls! "
For time has taught and so it seems
Realities are born of DREAMS
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by **** Silverstein
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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Dance Of Terror
by Justbleu
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Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?