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 :

nice topic ,, thanks $222[/align]

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[align=left]It is a poem about hope and vision of a future where people are judged.[/align]


[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


ur welcome Enaag[/align]

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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?