Posts tagged with "poem"
Sunday, 19. March 2006, 19:32:34
poem, song
I've got a hand that is waiting for the perfect match,
fishing through the air for your grasp to catch.
I've got arms that are open to keep you safe and warm,
closing only when finally find your form.
I've got feet to take me to where ever you may be,
should I have to travel across every sea.
I've got eyes to see you like a star in the sky,
never looking away from the beauty held on high.
I've got a mind to dream about the only one for me,
the girl who never lets my thoughts just simply be.
I've got a voice to say what has entered my mind,
I love you more than anyone that I'll ever find.
I've got a heart to remind me every time it skips a beat,
that I long for someone who makes my life complete.
I've got a soul to pull me to my knees every night,
hoping that in morning you will be alright.
If you'll give me this chance,
to really treat you right.
I've finally found something that is worth the fight.
- Chris Griffin
Sunday, 19. March 2006, 19:32:10
song, poem
If you're willing to listen,
if you want to understand.
Why it is that my eyes glisten,
why my hearts in my hand.
What do I have to give,
what could I possibly do.
Why would you want me to live,
even after I hurt you?
I'm not lying anymore,
this time my words are for real.
Please don't lock up your door,
before I say how I feel.
- Chris Griffin
Tuesday, 14. March 2006, 12:49:21
poem, sorry
These colors will not change
You change the way I see them
These words will fade
when you explain why you hate them
we are the same
She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count
We're counting backwards
(Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count)
We're falling forwards.
She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying sorry we're falling apart
wish we knew this from the start
Saying goodbye's the hardest part
Wish we knew this from the start
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
Saying goodbye this time, this time
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry
- Hawthorne Heights
Sunday, 12. March 2006, 15:36:51
poem, quote
What is a friend? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself. Your soul can be naked with him. He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are. He does not want you to be better or worse. When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent. You do not have to be on your guard. You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you. He understands those contradictions in your nature that lead others to misjudge you. With him you breathe freely. You can avow your little vanities and envies and hates and vicious sparks, your meannesses and absurdities and, in opening them up to him, they are lost, dissolved on the white ocean of his loyality. He understands. You do not have to be careful. You can abuse him, neglect him, tolerate him. Best of all, you can keep still with him. It makes no matter. He likes you. He is like fire that purges to the bone. He understands. You can weep with him, sin with him, laugh with him, pray with him. Through it all - and underneath - he sees, knows and loves you.
A friend? What is a friend?
Just one, I repeat, with whom you dare to be yourself.
- C. Raymond Beran
Sunday, 12. March 2006, 15:35:47
poem, quote
1) Are children who act in rated 'R' movies allowed to see them?
2) When French people swear do they say pardon my English?
3) "Cute as a button" Is that supposed to be a compliment? Since when are buttons cute?
4)Why did Yankee Doodle name the feather in his hat Macaroni?
5)Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?
6)Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken over there ... I'm gonna eat the first thing that comes out if its butt"?
7)Isn't Disney World just a people trap operated by a mouse?
8)Why is it illegal to park in a handicapped parking space but its ok to use a handicapped toilet?
9)Why is it that if something says, "do not eat" on the packaging it becomes extra tempting to eat?
10) Don't you find it weird we teach our kids: scrub a dub dub, three men in a tub?
11) Why would superman want to leap over the tallest building in a single bound if he can fly?
12) Why is the name of the phobia for the fear of long words Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?
13) If when people freak out they are said to be "having a cow", when cows freak out are they said to be "having a person?"
Sunday, 12. March 2006, 15:29:30
poem, quote
Take a photograph,
It'll be the last,
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,
I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
Is it you I want,
Or just the notion
Of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around
Safe to say from here,
Your getting closer now,
We are never sad cause we are not allowed to be
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
To lie here under you,
Is all that I could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,
To lie here under you is all that i could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun,
All the world is waiting for the sun,
All the world is waiting for the sun.
- Breaking Benjamin
Sunday, 12. March 2006, 15:27:57
poem, quote
Pull back the shield between us, and I'll kiss you,
Drop your defenses and come, into my arms.
I'm all for believing, I'm all for believing.
I'm all for believing if you can reveal the true colours within.
I know you blanket your mind so much that I am blind, but I,
I see you've painted your soul into your guard,
I'm all for believing, I'm all for believing
I need to know just how you feel, to comfort you;
I need to find the key let me in, into your heart, to find your soul.
-Missy Higgins
Thursday, 9. March 2006, 15:34:51
poem, quote
When you said time was all you really needed, I walked away and let you have your space, but leaving didn't hurt me near as badly as the tears i saw running down your face
And yesterday I knew just what you wanted when you came walking up to me with him, I told you that i was happy for you, and given the chance, I'd lie again
-Tim Mcgraw
Thursday, 9. March 2006, 15:34:11
poem, quote
Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate;
only love can do that.
Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence,
and toughness multiplies toughness
in a descending spiral of destruction.
"Strength To Love,"
1963 Martin Luther King, Jr.
Sunday, 5. March 2006, 10:14:10
poem, life
Used to chase that boy home from school
We called him frekled-faced, red-headed fool
He was different...he wasn’t cool like me
Sticks and stones didn’t break any bones
Bet we never left well enough alone
And one day he ran away from home, you see
And I passed him as he walked away
And in his eyes I heard him say
’one of these days you’re gonna love me
You’ll sit down by yourself and think
About the times you pushed and shoved me
And what good friends we might’ve been
And then you’re gonna sigh a little
Maybe even cry a little but
One of these days you’re gonna love me’
Patty sue was a small town beauty
I took one look at her and had to pull her to me
Lord knows she should’ve seen right through me
When I promised her the world
But at 17, you only want one thing
I left her standin’ there with my high school ring
Innocent tears in the pourin’ rain
As I walked away
And I still see her in my dreams
And to this day she’s whispering
’one of these days you’re gonna love me
You’ll sit down by yourself and think
About the time you turned from me
And what good friends we might’ve been
And then you’re gonna sigh a little
Maybe even cry a little but
One of these days you’re gonna love me’
Now everybody stands up
The congregation sings
It’s a song of sweet forgiveness
And as the chorus rings
The wind blows clear my memory
The pages start to turn
Then suddenly I’m singin’
The moment that I learn
One of these days I’m gonna love me
And feel the joy of sweet release
One of these days, I’ll rise above me
And at last I’ll find some peace
Then I’m gonna smile a little
Maybe even laugh a little but
One of these days I’m gonna love me
Saturday, 4. March 2006, 11:04:39
poem, love
Can I ask you a question please
Promise you won't laugh at me Honestly, I am standing here, Afraid I'll be betrayed. As twisted as it seems, I only fear love when its in my dreams, So let in the morning light, And let the darkness fade away.
Can you turn my black roses red?
Drowning in my lonliness, How long must I hold my breath? So much emptiness inside, I could fill the deepest sea. I reach to the sky as the moon looks on, One last tear has come and gone, So let in the morning light, And let the darkness fade away.
Can you turn my black roses red?
-Black Roses Red, Alana Grace
Saturday, 4. March 2006, 11:01:12
poem, love
Never say I love you, if you dont really mean love
Never talk about feelings, if you dont really know
Never hold my hand, if you gunna let go
Never say your going to, if you never really care
Never look into my eyes, if you'r gunna look away
Never say 'hi', if you really mean goodbye
If you really mean forever, then at least say you'll try
And never say forever, 'cause forever makes me cry!
-Amelia Walker
Friday, 3. March 2006, 12:26:18
love, poem
Lost Heart
I feel I have a problem
I think I've lost my heart
Just when it couldn't get any worse
My life just fell apart
I looked everywhere
Everywhere in sight
And now I felt this feeling I
Think its called spite
I felt this feeling
From my head to my shoe
But then I remembered
My heart belongs to you!
- Eric Shine
Wednesday, 1. March 2006, 12:09:44
poem, quote
He came to her on a starry night
Her the lady, he the knight
And knelt before her on the ground
Her hands within his own he bound
And gazed into her starlit eyes
Illuminated by the lunar rise
And smiling, produced to her a ring
A trinket to most, a trifled thing
And said to her those words she dreamed
And faltered not, although it seemed
He would.
And she, exuberant, looking down
Could not recall when last she'd frowned
Though tears flowed freely down her face
And settled on her moonlit lace
Her face bespoke rapturous elation
Outshining God's surrounding creations
And opening her delicate mouth
One whispered word made to slip out
And soared across the enchanted night
And on his ears it made to alight
With growing cheer upon its advent
His heart soared forth whenst it gained the content
And all doubts dashed he embraced her dearly
For though it seemed unlikely,
She would.
And spinning upon that ghostly hill
That gorgeous spine of earth instilled
It seemed, with all the wonder of the world
This dear young couple their hearts unfurled
And then, exuberance smiting his face
He stepped away to leave her place
She glanced and questioned lovingly
Where go thou now, my dearest sweet?
And to the world his voice he hurled
"I think, my dear, I shall conquer the world."
Kevin Bratcher
Wednesday, 1. March 2006, 12:09:14
poem, quote
One woman, one man
with hearts so true
come before you
to say I do...
A love so fair
A dream come true
A couple shares
what they are destined to do
He takes her hand
to have and to hold
Their hearts embrace
and never let go...
A touch so pure
A smile so real
She closes her eyes
so she may feel
The love of one man
The love of her life
They join as one
as Man and Wife...
Gretchen Gould
Wednesday, 1. March 2006, 12:08:53
poem, quote
I'll give you my heart; I'll open it up,
Will you listen to its small still voice?
For soft and quiet my heart will speak
To the one I'll call my wife.
Did you hear it dear? Did you listen well?
Do you understand what it said?
For deep is the love that it speaks to you,
Deep as the rose is red.
So, take my heart and treat it well
And forever in this life,
Come walk with me, your hand in mine,
The one I'll call my wife.
Melvin D. Sharrar
Wednesday, 1. March 2006, 12:08:22
quote, poem
As I look outside I see the breeze
Caress the leaves from the trees
And carry them to all around
Gently laid upon the ground
I see the birds so high above
Their songs sing of our special love
And laid upon their soft sweet wing
Your love to me they gently bring
And as they start their graceful descent
Delivering a message that's heaven sent
One thing I know and will hold so dear
When I see them fly I will feel you near
Paul Marchant
Monday, 27. February 2006, 10:15:34
quote, poem
So soft
the brief touch of your lips
on my cheek.
Was I almost intruding?
"Look after yourself "
should have been
"I love you!"
Then the Jumbo flew over
my head
and I shouted my love
above the roar
and thundering thrust
. . . as if you'd hear.
Through the clouds in my eyes
I watched you fly away
and wished I'd been born with wings.
by Anthony West
Saturday, 17. December 2005, 23:35:09
poem, quotes, love
Dean: Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiance. He was thirty-five years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit for his long, reputed soul mate; a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, it is a tapestry of events that culminate into an exquisite, sublime plan. Ask about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of New York Times, described Jonathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. Things were clearer for him, Kansky noted. Ultimately, Jonathan concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe we must all possess a powerful faith, of what the ancients used to call fatum; what we currently refer to as destiny.
written by Marc Klein
Saturday, 3. December 2005, 10:15:39
saying, poem
Someday you'll take a picture of your friends, and put it in a photo album with plans on never losing it.
Someday you'll realize a flaw in something you trusted to be perfect.
Someday you'll regret because we all do.
Someday you'll lose some one you love, but not necessarily because of death.
Someday you'll wish time moved a little slower, or maybe you already do.
Someday you'll pray like you've never prayed before.
Someday you'll want something so bad that you'd die for it, but you won't get it.
Someday you won't care that you aren't rich, or you'll find a friend who doesn't care that you are.
Someday you'll recognize the change, either in a positive or negative way.
Someday you'll look back on that picture and get butterflies because you miss it, and you know it.
Friday, 18. November 2005, 12:02:21
quote, quotes, poem, poetry
they're so forbidden
the thoughts that spill out
they strongly pull at me
the emotions I'm supposed to go without
words spoken only confuse me
leaving my heart in doubt
Admiration and adoration
so easily confused
like and love
so often misused
your heart feels so much
but it's so easily accused
call it unspeakable
but i am unashamed
it's utterly inexpressible
caring not if I'm blamed
but the truth would shatter so much
so my secret remains unnamed
when do you decide
that they are indeed deserving
how long does the situation
require observing
will my heart choose chance
or will my lips betray and continue preserving?
time is my only answer
the only solution capable of bringing serenity
it will gradually emits the deciding light
the detective to my mystery
it will silence my worries and quench my thirst
filling me of what i am deserving, amenity
Rukie
Thursday, 20. October 2005, 05:58:28
love, me, music, quotes
...
Dear Father, can you hear me?
As I come to You tonight…
In need of You to wipe my tears
And comfort all my fright ~
Life seems so safe for me
With four sturdy walls to call my home…
While our soldiers fight this battle
Out there on their own ~
We sit here with endless prayers
For their health and protection…
Living off the memories
Of their love and affection ~
In pictures, we see their faces
Standing proud and tall…
Full of strength and spirit
Ready to give their all ~
Oh, Father, how I ask of You
For Your angels from above…
To silently fly with them
With the presence of Your love ~
And when they feel lonely
Staring at pictures – torn, tattered, and old…
Let them find peace in the memories
Of the ones they long to hold ~
The months are many till their return
And so, until then –
I’m entrusting my soldier to You, Father
With all my love ~ Amen.
Hilary Eckholt
Tuesday, 18. October 2005, 22:36:59
poem, life, me, poetry
When My Mind is Still
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I remember things too easily forgotten:
The purity of early love,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks --
desires -- nothing but another's good,
The idealism that has persisted through all the tempest of life.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.
It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,
Can accept these harsh realities and can even grow
Because of these challenges to my essential being.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can sense my basic humanity,
And then I know that all men and women are my brothers and sisters.
Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.
If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,
Then my life shall surely be richer and more full.
If I can accept others, this will help them to be more truly themselves,
And they will be more able to accept me.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I know how much life has given me:
The history of the race, friends and family,
The opportunity to work, the chance to build myself.
Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,
With greater trust and joy,
With more profound seriousness and earnest service,
And yet more calmly at the heart of life.
Paul Beattie
Sunday, 16. October 2005, 17:22:34
me, music, poem, love
...
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my
own Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Guns 'n Roses
Sunday, 16. October 2005, 17:21:33
poem, me, music
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
Evanescence
WIDGETIZE