Posts: 763
From: New York City
Registered: Dec 2006

posted January 17, 2007 01:52 AM         

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I wrote this poem 1 year ago.

I never show anyone my poems but I'm gonna share it with you.

I think I'm loosing myself in you.
Why?
I don't know but I choose to go on,
because these butterflies are driving me insane.

All I want is a taste of your sweet love,
and the feel of your warm embrace.
As you caress my face.
And look into my eyes.
Under the moon lit sky.

As the river calmly flows.
Hopefully we can grow
and become one
in this world full of mystery
As we become history
And surrender our souls.

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From: piopolis, quebec canada
Registered: Jul 2005

posted January 17, 2007 02:16 AM         

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Sweet Stars..you have been hiding yourSelf, hehe..that is a Wonderful POem. ...

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From: Somerset, England, UK
Registered: Jan 2007

posted January 17, 2007 03:33 AM         

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What a beautiful poem! I'm sat here at home with a horrible cold feeling really low and that just really moved me - thanks! I hope you don't mind, but I wrote loads of poems a few years back, sort of therapy I suppose, but I've never let ANYONE see them. I'm feeling braver now so here goes:

Deep pools surround me
I watch, fascinated
Each black lake calls
Promising comfort.
I wish to fall beneath the
Soft blackness where
Nothing can touch me
But my thoughts.
To swim in silence
Alone; completely alone.
Thick and intoxicating as
Smoke such petty
Worries would belost.
I am cradled in pity.
Perhaps the blackness will
Suck dry the ego which
Plagues my soul,
Then I will be humbled.

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From: former land of the leprechaun
Registered: Sep 2004

posted January 18, 2007 04:39 AM         

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"As we become history
and surrender our souls"

Oh beautiful, moving, lovely, oh so lovely....... thanks Stars for showing that....

mezz

wonderful work too......

more please guys

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From: Somerset, England, UK
Registered: Jan 2007

posted January 18, 2007 01:52 PM         

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A cold searing wind tears across the heathered moors
Singing its lonely lament.
It calls out, whipping up all which might obstruct the
Cries;
But nothing can except for the closed ears of man.
Rock formations radiate deep melodies
While the earth itself seems to stir beneath them.
Clouds weep down heavy tears in sympathy for our chosen
Deafness;
As the grass chitters rhythmically why? why? why?
Once we all knew the songs of the trees and the hills.
The whole earth is alive;
Its begs for us to join.

I actually called this one 'forgotton melodies' in honour of Linda. It was written as part of my A level portfolio - I not sure my teacher at the time was quite sure what to make of it...

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