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If Only You Knew...

     

If only you knew,
how my heart overflows with love for you.
If only you could see
the way you fill my hopes and dreams.
You're the owner of my heart,
the ruler supreme.
Even in the dark of night,
I've only to think about you
to feel your loving light
and from this world I drift
feeling as if
I'll never touch the ground again...
If only you knew.

If only you could guess
how I hear your voice when others speak;
for you hold the key to my happiness,
and it's always you my soul seeks.
If only you could feel,
how your very presence
has the power to heal,
all the wounds inside me.
You've made me abandon
the pain of yesterday,
and you've shown me
that the past can no longer
stand in the way
of what I hope to achieve...
If only you knew.
If only you could realize
the way you've shown me
that it's better to give
than to take,
and whatever I do,
I do for your sake.
I'm willing to give you my all
and expect nothing in return.
But, oh how I yearn
for you...
if only you knew.




Why I Love You...

Every time I think about you,
I'm reminded of the reasons
why I love you from the depth
of my heart and soul.
And I wonder what I'd
do without you,
without your healing smile,
your words of faith,
the caring and sensitive way
you touch me,
lifting me
just when I need it most.
Without you,
what would I have?
What would I be?
I can't imagine existing in
a world where someone doesn't
love me the way you do.
You're the only one who ever
understood me and accepted me
for who I am.
And I think you're nothing short
of amazing.
Your love always has been
and always will be,
life's greatest gift to me!

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My Love For u

 My Love For You...




     


There are no words
to express what I
feel for you.

There are no songs
as beautiful as the music
that fills my soul
when I hear your voice.

There are no roses
as lovely as your smile.

There are no days
brighter than the days
I spend with you.
Nothing moves me
like you do.
You're my light
in the darkness...

And there could never be
words strong enough
to express my love for you.

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To Die for Love

Here i sit in the park where i dwell, For the boy i love so well, He took my heart away from me, Now he wants to set me free. That lonely night i feel alone, Searching for my way back home, I look up and feel the rain, And close my eyes to ease the pain. I ran home and cry on my bed, Not a word to mother was said, Father came home late that night, He look for me from left to right. He saw me hanging on a rope, To breathe again has no more hope, He took his knife to cut me down, And a note in my hand was found. Dig my grave, dig it deep. Dig my grave from head to feet. And on the top place a dove...

At a utter lost in my own country (in answer to Kelwyn Sole)

I. Outside on the porch little bells dangle in the wind Outside on the porch little bells dangle in the wind (a new expensive set that you have bought) that we hear chiming even in our bedroom. My eyes follow you while you dress in a bathing suit to plunge into the neighbour’s pool and later I climb over the wall to join you. You slice spinach, feta cheese, along with mushrooms, onions and tomatoes with quick chopping movements and everything goes into a shining frying pan and on the porch we watch the setting sun enjoying our meal with some glasses of sweet wine and later while we watch Dr. House you lie with your head on my chest and after a while we begin to kiss, to caress and to undress. II. Passion sweeps us away Passion sweeps us away while only the dogs and the big yellow moon watches until spent, we lie against each other and you tell me of the difficulty of your childhood days, of a father who liquor turned into a kind of thoughtless man but how he could excel in poetry, still at times tried to live in the ways of God and that you really loved him and I tell you about growing up without a father, about how my mother did her very best to offer us a great kind of life about the destruction, the desolation and the impact of war, of being a soldier of killing another human being about being shell-shocked, with bullets whistling over your head, about my friends, comrades being shot dead while somewhere else people are eating out in restaurants, are visiting movie houses, are dancing or watching a television show. III. Outside gardenias are waving against the windows The noise of the machines outside almost sound like the echo’s of our hearts and on the dressing-table there is a vase with deep red roses while your body sticks to mine, I see the grace with which you are breathing and in your golden eyes there’s a lovely spark that reminds me how splendid it is to be young, to know that we are living and when you later doze off against me your breath whispers ingrained into me like a sweet melody and outside gardenias wave against the windows in a bushy pergola while I play with a nipple. IV. I make tea for us I make tea for us and you say that only I can make tea like this, you eat some of my rusks while our hands are just touching each other’s and it’s already after nine that you have returned from the gym and you turn the teaspoon around and around while you look at me with big eyes and I wonder what you want to tell me, see your eyes disappearing before mine; you are tired and want to go and sleep in your house and early in the morning I get an electronic letter telling me that our relationship has ended. V. I know I know that people sometimes do things to get someone back or to let the self dominate or just because it’s possible so as if they are totally free of each other in a relationship and everything just turns around the self and me. Not apart from the damage and irreparability that it leaves or the great impact that this destruction brings as if deeds do not have consequences and all the time circle out wider and yesterday, today and tomorrow are to infinity the same and it’s a fact that the reasons at times go beyond comprehension and the answers sometimes for ever stay away from you. VI. Eyes full of water confuse the picture that I keep Eyes full of water confuse the picture that I keep when I leave Pretoria on my motorbike, when I say farewell to you, at speed cut past cars on the highway where your auburn hair is now sun-drenched but destiny throws out its dice, while I am already missing you and I have got to jump to where it throws my life and the black road twists like a snake, still the sun is hot in a cobalt blue sky, while the motorbike takes my full attention and I see a swarm of birds flying up high; part of my life buzzes past with the wheels, while you stay behind. VII. I am already sleeping when you phone I am already sleeping when you phone (as if I have left you by my own choice) you tell me about your loneliness, say that you are missing me a lot, that you are alone and do not want to affront me and it’s as if the walls are folding in on you, but the conversation is really saying that you now see things in a different light and I realize that you are scared and your voice becomes thin, is full of uncertainties and you want to know if I have got someone else, in the distance over the phone I hear lightning bashing down, the cat comes in through the window and climbs on the sideboard, I see that the big old clock pointing to after eleven and I put the telephone down and wonder why you are phoning? VIII. I lost you suddenly I lost you suddenly when I was again without a contracted job and this crisis (of being without work) happens over and over again and every time I have got to start from scratch, while I am looking in confusion in the fog of live that folds around me for meaning, to something new to encourage me. You say that you also now at times listen to Handel’s water music and although it is beautiful, there is pain for me in it, everything between us feels so final and settled, it is as if your voice has stopped whispering in the evening wind and it is as if that music starts my sadness. IX. Near Shoprite In the parking aria near to Shoprite in a remote corner three white people are sitting with plastic bags, blankets, unshaved, with uncombed hair, two men and a woman and the leader of the little group turns tobacco from cigarette stubs that they have picked up into an old glass jar. Later they make cigarettes from a old telephone guide and late afternoon, sometimes at sundown, this is their gathering place and I see him drawing a match against the sole of his worn leather shoe, later they ask at DJ’s if the black café owner has some leftovers that he would throw away anyway. They ask me for cigarettes and I cannot help them as I do not smoke, I do not even have enough money on me to buy a bread for them of maybe a litre of milk, I see how they try and make sheltering from boxes for the night and wonder where they hide against the winter chill, about what they do when it rains? I long to have a conversation with you and get an electronic mail at the Internet café and you say that you have got a lot of time, have thought about the problems that you find in your own personality and I wonder about your relationship with your new friend, who is probably working in Nelspruit, but it’s not my concern. X. Away I am drawn from your words Away I am drawn from your words, by deeds that I cannot make undone as if the truth is taken away by the torment flowing from the words you are telling, a tempest now enkindled in your heart. I did not choose to part but are like a sawn off tree falling where destiny demands, not where my desire wants, grasping ever grasping for the way that life used to be, trying to have you close to me. XI. How sad it is How sad it is when fog the whole morning hangs over this autumn, and now I wonder where did I fit into your life or were we just for moments, caught in each other? Today I wonder about you who with golden eyes could shine over my whole world, see a couple of rainbows where light comes down through the clouds, and now after almost a year I get an answer on my comment at your “ordinary woman” and I am sorry that my words then did not spare you and now wonder about the meaning of your words where your write: this poem is for you wishing me well and I remember our times together. XII. Is it you or I?   How did I have to know that love carries no meaning to you and what was between us you viewed as a prison as if I am not even a little bit in the picture and the Lord God does not behold everything, still I wonder who in the end will suffer the most is it you or I? XIII. What is left to say? What is left to say that compulsively I wanted to get on my motorbike, that today I wanted to love you like yesterday, wanted to ride all the way to you, past the distant horizon? That when dusk came I was wondering if you are missing me, that I was astounded by the beauty of the setting sun and I wonder if the clouds are just as pretty, at the place where you are? What is left to say when I am still wondering where the end between us started, wonder about opportunities left in this country, and now I am a stranger to you whom I once loved? Maybe He had driven us apart, or maybe you had mutated away? The Past Won't Go Away My past sometimes returns To haunt me through the night It won't let me go to sleep My body shakes with fright I can still see his face I can still feel his hands upon me If there is a God above Why do these imagines I still see I was young and didn't know My innocence taken away But why do these dark memories Continue to hunt me to this day

Poetry Slam

  Cursed stanzas, unholy words
A doggerel ate my rhyme
And cast aspersion on my verse
Damned poem, be done

I stab at your fleshy syntax
Give no quarter to any phrase
And stifle this nascent stave
Damned poem, be done

But your form yields, free and lax
Bereft of purpose or point
Its seductive aspect void
Damned poem, is done

Top 500 Poems

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Television The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your television set -- Or better still, just don't install The idiotic thing at all. In almost every house we've been, We've watched them gaping at the screen. They loll and slop and lounge about, And stare until their eyes pop out. (Last week in someone's place we saw A dozen eyeballs on the floor.) They sit and stare and stare and sit Until they're hypnotised by it, Until they're absolutely drunk With all that shocking ghastly junk. Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, They don't climb out the window sill, They never fight or kick or punch, They leave you free to cook the lunch And wash the dishes in the sink -- But did you ever stop to think, To wonder just exactly what This does to your beloved tot? IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD! IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD! IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND! IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND! HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE! HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE! HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES! 'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say, 'But if we take the set away, What shall we do to entertain Our darling children? Please explain!' We'll answer this by asking you, 'What used the darling ones to do? 'How used they keep themselves contented Before this monster was invented?' Have you forgotten? Don't you know? We'll say it very loud and slow: THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ, AND READ and READ, and then proceed To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks! One half their lives was reading books! The nursery shelves held books galore! Books cluttered up the nursery floor! And in the bedroom, by the bed, More books were waiting to be read! Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales And treasure isles, and distant shores Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars, And pirates wearing purple pants, And sailing ships and elephants, And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, Stirring away at something hot. (It smells so good, what can it be? Good gracious, it's Penelope.) The younger ones had Beatrix Potter With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and- Just How The Camel Got His Hump, And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole- Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticks- Fear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read. And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen! And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun-- My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky-- The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun!

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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

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.

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

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My Gift

  It’s my gift.
What if I don’t want to give it to you?
What if I’m waiting for a special day?
A special night.
A special someone.
It’s my gift.
How dare you tell me to give it to him!
Or to him.
Or even him.
It’s my gift.
No! I am not being hard.
And hell no, I haven’t switch the other way.
I just want to wait.
Is that such a crime?
It’s my gift.
But when I do give my gift.
It will be special.
It will be magnificent.
It will be magical.
Because it’s mine…it’s my gift

 Extra Sense
  I see dead people,
Everywhere,
In the church steeple,
Even in the air.

They float around me,
And in the trees,
Making my life,
Like a horrible breeze.

They died on a rock,
Out at sea,
Or while fixing a clock,
On their rickety knees.

I kind of feel bad,
To see them so sad,
Without their family,
Or the lives they had.

Sometimes they are scary,
But then I see,
They are people...
Just like me 


Brother of Mine
  Love is one thing,
Friendship is another,
Put them together,
And you've got a brother.

Brothers may act mean,
But inside they're sweet.
They eat refried beans,
And a lot of meat.

They might push you,
Off the swing,
But they'll pay their dues,
When you hide all the food.

He'll be your best friend,
Until the end.
You've got to love him,
Come on, he's your brother! 

Love is a pretty tulip

  Orfeus follows dilligently his transcendental destiny,

To the populous city,

He is found in the midst by your love

Come satisfy this longing for your heart.

This efimeral beauty is like the song I dare to sing.
,
Its spirit, dares to play at waltzing over the ruins of history

To render homage to love/

So its pretty flowers of diverse colours can impress you in peace.

As if they were clouds

That obstructed his travels through the universe,

Hypnotized by the cristaline river,

Which leads to a beautifull landscape,

Orpheus thinks he sees paradise,


love opens an inner eye, and he follows blindly.on a golden path.






Two kinds of me

There are two kinds of me,
One dark kind which no other but me can see.
I'm not a human being;
this dark kind of me is viciously mean.
I'm pushy, dumb, and hateful,
But worst of all I'm very ungrateful.
When this kind of me is to start,
It's hard to stop because I pull things apart.
I'm as mean as a bull,
And my heart is as black as coal.
the light kind of me,
Mostly defeats the dark and ugly.
The light kind of me,
Is very brave and lovely.
My light kind is as radiant as the sun,
That's why when it's on I have so much more fun.

Valentines Day Poems

Valentines Day Poems can be used to express the feeling of love, care and companionship to your partner in case of a married couple and if they are engaged then these poems can be used to build that everlasting trust and a strong bond of love between the two people. These can also be used to say those unsaid things which are trivial but if said they make a lot of difference.
In this collection, the poems include the ones that can be used to convey the feelings to your beloved ones such as to your father, your mother and other relations. These poems help bring two people together and bind them into a relationship that will last till eternity.

I Loved You

                                                                       I loved you;

                                                             even now I may confess,

                                                 Some embers of my love their fire retain;

                                                   But do not let it cause you more distress,

                                                  I do not want to sadden you again.

                                                Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly

                                                    With pangs the jealous and the timid know;

                                                     So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,

                                                      I pray God grant another love you so.

Valentine

                                                                   I am a little Cupid,

                                                              And I come to visit thee,

                                                           To tell you that I love you,

                                                        And to know if you love me.

                                                       And if you'll be my little wife,

                                                       And come along with me,

                                                     I'll take you to a lovely place,

                                                   And pretty flowers you'll see.

                                                And when you have been there a day,

                                                     You'll be a little Cupid,

                                               With no hard lesson-books to learn,

                                                   That are so dull and stupid.

                                                 But, if you will not come and be

                                                       My pretty little wife,

                                                 You'll go straight back to school again,

                                                 With lessons all your life.

            


                

I Love You

                                           I love your lips when they're wet with wine
                                                      And red with a wild desire;
                                                I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
                                                        Lit with a passionate fire.
                                             I love your arms when the warm white flesh
                                                      Touches mine in a fond embrace;
                                                  I love your hari when the strands enmesh
                                                             Your kisses against my face.
                                                             Not for me the cold calm kiss
                                                               Of a virgin's bloodless love;
                                                             Not for me the saint's white bliss,
                                                            Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
                                                     But give me the love that so freely gives
                                                         And laughs at the whole world's blame,
                                                  With your body so young and warm in my arms,
                                                              It sets my poor heart aflame.
                                                  So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
                                                             Still fragrant with ruby wine,
                                                        And say with a fervor born of the South
                                                                 That your body and soul are mine.
                                                           Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
                                                             While the pale stars shine above,
                                                        And we'll live our whole young lives away
                                                                        In the joys of a living love

                                                        I love your lips when they're wet with wine
                                                                     And red with a wild desire;
                                                             I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
                                                                       Lit with a passionate fire.
                                                     I love your arms when the warm white flesh
                                                               Touches mine in a fond embrace;
                                                   I love your hari when the strands enmesh
                                                                Your kisses against my face.
                                                               Not for me the cold calm kiss
                                                               Of a virgin's bloodless love;
                                                             Not for me the saint's white bliss,
                                                            Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
                                                      But give me the love that so freely gives
                                                        And laughs at the whole world's blame,
                                                 With your body so young and warm in my arms,
                                                             It sets my poor heart aflame.
                                                  So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
                                                             Still fragrant with ruby wine,
                                                    And say with a fervor born of the South
                                                       That your body and soul are mine.
                                                     Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
                                                           While the pale stars shine above,
                                                      And we'll live our whole young lives away
                                                                  In the joys of a living love

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is is you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

Bewafa SMS / Text Messages

tum rooth jao mujh se
Tum rooth jaoo mujhse
Aisa kabhi na karna
Main ik Nazar ko tarsun
Aisa kabhi na karna
Main Pooch Pooch haarun
So so sawaal kar ke
Tum kuch jawab na do
Aisa kabhi na karna
Mujhse hi milke hasna,Mujhse hi milke rona
Mujhse bichard ke jee lo
Aisa kabhi na karna
Tum chaand banke rehna
Main dekhta rahunga
Kisi roz tum na niklo
Aisa Kabhi na karna
Tum chale jaoo
Jab bhi to dekhun tumhara raasta

Tum loat ke na aaoo

AISA KABHI NA KARNA
AISA KABHI NA KARNA

bewafa 


hay salman kya hall hai main tum say ek batt kehna chahta hon plz kabi packege hi kar liya karo main yeh sms internet kay through bage raha hon sub ko mera salam dena 
usne mujhe kuch is tarah se 
usne mujhe kuch is tarah se dekha ke me use
Mohobbat karne pe majboor ho gaya,
Uske ek ishare pe duniya tabha karne pe majboor ho gaya,
Uske is nazariye ko me pyaar samajh betha,
Isiliye aaj use bewafa kehne pe majboor ho gaya.

kuch to hy tu badal gya hy!

KUCH TO HY TU BADAL GYA HY!
.
Wo teri ankhon k khawb sary wo batin sari hisab sary swal sary
Jwab sary
Wo khushain sari
Azab sary
nsha tha jo wo utr giya hy,
.
KUCH TO HAI TU BADAL GYA HAI! Jo tery milny ki arzo thi
Jo tujko pany ki justju thi
Hui jo chahat abi shuro thi
Jo teri ankhon main roshni thi jo teri baton ki rangini thi
Jo teri sanson ki tazgi thi
Jo try lehjy main chashni thi wo sra meetha pighal gya hy
.
KUCH TO HY TU BDAL GYA HY"

aag dil me lagi jab wo khafa hue

Aag Dil Me Lagi Jab wo khafa hue
Mehsoos hua Tab,
Jab wo Juda hue

Karke wafa Kuchh DE Na Sake wo
Per Bahut Kuchh De Gaye Jb wo Bewafa hue.
hamein pata tha k teri muhabat

Hamein Pata Tha K Teri Muhabat K
"Jaam" Mein "Zehar" hai "


BEWAFA
Lekin.!

Tere Pilany Mein Khaloos itNa Tha k
HuM Thukra Na Skay... !

 

English poetry Sms/ english love poetry

English Poetry SMS / Text Messages

english literature poetry, english love poetry, english poems, english poetry, english romantic, english romantic poetry, poetry and english, poetry in english, poetry of english

how can i ever arrange my words
How Can I Ever Arrange
My Words To Say
How Special You Are
To Me . . . ?
You Are The Theme Of
...My Life
You Are The Beloved
Princess
You Are My Love
You Are In My Memories
You Are In My Happiness
You Are In My All
Acceptance
Every Single Beat Of My
Heart Is Just For You
Every Breath I Inhales,
Its Just For You Honey
I Live For You, And I Will Die
For You
I Laugh And Cry For You
All This Is Because
I Want To Do Something Special
For You
Because
You Are So Special To Me . . . :) ♥  

the reason we cried 
Someday, We'll Forget
The Hurt ,
The Reason We Cried
n
Who Caused Us Pain
We'll Finally Realize That
The Secret Of Being Free
Is Not Revenge
But
Letting Things Unfold In
Their Own Way n Own Time
After All What Matters Is Not
The First
But
The Last Chapter Of Our Life
Which Shows How Well We
Ran The Race
So
SMILE, LAUGH, FORGIVE
BELIEVE n LOVE All Over
Again . . . *.* 

why girls cry 
Why Girl's Cry :

-A Girl Wont Cry Easily,
Except in Front of The Person;
Who She Love The Most,
She Becomes Weak..! :(

-A Girl Wont Cry Easily,
Only When She Love You The Most,
She Put Down Her Ego..!

-If a Girl Cries Bcoz of You,
Hold Her Hands Firmly,
She�s The one Who Would Stay With You
For The Rest of Your Life..♥

-If a Girl Cries Bcoz of You,
Don't Give Her Up..!
Maybe Bcoz of Your Decision,
You Ruin Her Life..! :(

-She Cries Not Because She is Weak,
She Cries Not Bcoz She Wanna Sympathy or Pity,
She Cries Because;
Crying Silently is No Longer Possible..! :(
The Pain, Hurt N Agony Have Become Too Big;
A Burden To Be Kept Inside..! :'(

-If a Girl Cries Her Heart Out To You,
And All Because of You;
Its Time To Look Back on What You Have Done,
Only You Will Know The Answer To it..♥ !! :)   
love is a dream
Love is a dream
Its gone as we wake up
Leaving some moments
To be cherished

...Love is like a wind
It embraces us with passion
leaving the scent of fresh flowers
tingling our mind

Love is like a water bubble
Beautiful to see from far
Even rainbows are visible
But a tender touch will break it
Leaving a refreshing sprinkle

Love resembles a shadow
We try to escape but it follow
At times it makes us hollow
It disappears with the sun
And leave us in the Nights
To Haunt all over again

sweet things

Sweet things are easy to buy,
But sweet
people are difficult to find,
Life ends when you stop dreaming,
Hope ends when you stop believing,
Love ends when you stop caring,
Friendship ends when you stop sharing,
So share this with whom ever you consider a friend.
To love without condition,
To talk without intention,
To give without reason,
And
To care without
"Expectation" is the heart of a " True Friend".
Stay Blessed..  

 

your lips are so soft 

Your Lips Are So Soft
Your Touch Is So Cool
I Am Lost In Your Arms
My Heart Beat Within You

......
I'm Thinking Of You Every Morning
And Dreaming Of You Every Night
I Love To See You Around
And I'm So Delight In What I Found


Never Have I Fallen In Love That Quick
But I Am Strong And I'm Not Weak,
My Heart Is In Your Hands
Let's Us Have A Chance.


I Wish We Can Fly In The Sky,
Where The Wind Will Blow Us Away.
I Hold Your Heart In My Hands,
But The Stars Stolen It Away.
I Hold Your Love In My Heart,
And Forever It Will Stay.


I Want Touch The Ocean
I Want It So Deep
My Love Is So Strong
And I Want To Keep.


My Feelings Are Full Like A River
And Will Never End
My Love Is Destiny,
Your Kindness Is Meant


My Love Is Like A Rose
That Will Last Forever
My Love Is The Age Of Reason
And Will Get Better Every Season.


Our Love Is Something Special
We Will Always Fight For It
Through The Years
Sharing Laughter And Tears
And As A Lovers Will Be It..