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**AMAZING POEMS**

Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 10:01 am
by **Elena**
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MAYBE SOMEONE CAN CONTINUE :wink: IT WOULD BE NICE!!!

Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 10:13 am
by **Elena**
A FEW MORE
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 10:32 am
by **Elena**
Rasheed wrote:It’s good, but I can’t continue….
no problem :wink: then just enjoy :D

Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 12:14 pm
by Dixie
I just read the first one... Beautiful.

Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 1:14 pm
by Tora
You know I can't post it with angels in the background - I'm just unable :( but this one is quite famous

FUNERAL BLUES

Stop all the clocks. Cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, me east and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 4:39 pm
by Dixie
Tora wrote:You know I can't post it with angels in the background - I'm just unable :( but this one is quite famous

FUNERAL BLUES

Stop all the clocks. Cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, me east and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I know it from Four Weddings and a Funeral!

Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 4:18 am
by Bambang
I like loneliness.

She's my best friend.

She gives me peace.

She gives me happiness.

She understands me.

Life without loneliness is empty.

Life without loneliness is stressful.

Life without loneliness is a nightmare.

Loneliness is anybody's best friend.




What's the suitable title? Any idea?

Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 4:40 pm
by (((Edu)))
bambang wrote: What's the suitable title? Any idea?
My simple suggestion is: Be alone.

Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 2:24 pm
by Krisi
Only You

A person can make you feel high.
A person can make you feel low.
But only you can decide,
Which way you want to go.

A person can hurt you mentally,
A person can hurt you physically.
But only you can place,
A limit on your abilities.

A person can cause drama,
A person can cause a situation.
But only you can create,
Your own reputation.

A person can make you laugh,
A person can make you cry.
But only you can make,
Decisions for your life.

I guess what I'm trying to say,
That when you're living day by day.
Don't live by what people do,
But live by what you know is true.

By: Darmitia R. Mcgriff

Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 3:59 am
by Krisi
WHISPER

I want to leave this place
Just to get away and feel the breeze upon my face
And just be myself
By leaving this place behind and everything else.

As I sit here in this chair
I feel this emptiness inside my soul
Praying that questions will be answered for the stories in my life untold

As I stare out my window thinking about my past
I think of how I used to be and why it didn't last

Everyday I walk around with a fake smile
Knowing that the pain inside of me will hurt only for a little while
Sometimes when I'm alone I want to cry
And other times I want to crawl inside myself and die

As I think to myself
I feel that I will never grow up, never containing my insanity
Because of the thoughts and criticism of the people around me

One day I will understand
The Lord's Plan
That He has for me
In this world of hatefulness and cruelty
And let go of the pain that is holding on inside me.


By: Anya M. Washington