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Well i have been gone lately.. hehe Things are a little hectic around my house lately, but i have another great poem that i can share.
This is for all those people out there that are in love or wanting to find love.  I hope everyone enjoys.

It is kinda of long, so be prepared. Might even want to grab a drink or something

"Love"

I never knew my heart could feel this way,
love someone so much dont know what to say...

Would die just to touch them, see them or feel them next to you,
telling them you love them and able to hear them say I love you too...

Just watching them sleep so peacful and calm,
pet the back of their hair with your palm...

Kiss them gently on the lips and say,
I will love you till my dying days...

Spend all of your life with them,
promises made and share your happiness with them...

Gazing in their eyes to see the passion that burns inside,
knowing they are strong enough within to confide...

Making them smile is all you want,
giving them everything with you love is what they flaunt...

A love so strong you lose your breath,
your love for them will not die, even in death...

Words and actions could never explain how much you love them,
someone who you can talk to and they know where your coming from...

A love for eternity and ever so strong,
that love that will last for so long...

Yearn to feel their soft touch,
a feeling that makes you mush...

Every moment they cross your mind,
a love so strong it makes you blind...

You need to spend every moment in there arms,
to feel their sweet charms...

This kind of love is so hard to find,
the love where two souls can bind...

A love you wouldnt give up for anything,
and thats signified by a ring...

If you find this love one day,
do not pass it up or hesitate to say...

I Love You...

That is a piece i have been working on.. Please tell me what you think of it, and if it makes any sense

~Tina~

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Thought that I would go ahead and put another one up here as well.. Also if anyone else has any poems I would love to hear them  :)

"Wishing Upon A Star"

I gaze up at the sky each night,
and find the brightest star..
It's always waiting there for me,
so close, but yet so far..

The star winks in the evening sky,
and reaches out to me..
It magically appears each night,
for all the world to see..

I've wished upon this special star,
my whole life through, it seems..
I've closed my eyes, and made my wish,
of hopes, plans, and dreams..

And then, one day I got my wish,
for I finally met you..
You are that someone special,
who's made all my dreams come true..

So now whenever we're apart,
I find that same bright star..
It makes me feel so close to you,
no matter where you are..


Hopefully others will post poems as well  :) I hope that you all have enjoyed them. Take care and i will post more soon.

Tina

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Hey here is a poem that JB@Trinidad asked me to type for him in the forum:

'Blind Men'

No existance
Suddenly life,
the universe was created,
and there was Christ,
with God,
He has always been alive,
himself being the creator and God,
nothing exists that He didn't make.
man in his own image,
elements hot and cold,
but although he made the world
the world in its devils  grip,
didn't recognize him when He came.
                                           (26 Oct, 1988 )
       

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Hey FunXueYei, here is a nice lovely toic you can share your poems in....if you would like at least. They were really good poems if i might say so myself. Very deep.

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Tina I just want to say those are excellent poems and that you have a lot of talent in you.

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I liked the one about love. Often i catch myself writing about love.

Here is one of mine


Upon an Earthly Pole


Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
The power of love is eternal
Ever stronger than lust

Ashes mold around my being
Dust lay under my feet
Although I stand tall and steady
My heart lacks the rhythm and beat

The chains clank upon the cobbles
My shackles squeeze into my feet
The sound of death tolls near
My life soon gone-the creator I will meet

Metal hooves crash down around my body
Wooden carts trail behind me
They lead me to my final flame
The one I was bound to see

The pole juts high into the heavens
The kindle lay strewn above hell
Heavens hand will fall for me
Hells fire will call and yell

The rhythmic tune of the vowed men fly
Their robes wisp quietly in the night
Godly prayers enter me
See that this unfaithful practice-will make them gain their sight

My clothes are stripped
And I am bare
Let the men of god see
Let them stare

The words wither out of the serpents mouth
His snake like eyes burn under the heavens light
His knees begin to tremble
And his speech is ever more pathetic-now crying out in fear

The cross is stained upon my head
The false symbol of Christ now done
The time of trail is finally upon me
Alone on an earthly pole-for they have won



Blood is painted upon my breast
Oil is thrown upon the kindle
The flames of hell ride high tonight
Whilst my hope begins to dwindle

Fire is spread unto my feet
My skin melts as the unholy fire burns me
The people scream at my body
My eyes have melted and I cannot see

No ears no eyes
No nose nor skin
My ashes lie upon the ground
No one is left-not even kin

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
My soul floats with the wind now
With ever breeze and every gust

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It seems to me, that your poem flowed out with emotion, possibly due to a personal experience...So much poetry has to come from experience, which you seem to have at your age. Nice job.

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i wrote this paper about a insignificant event that becmae significant..i thought it was cool thougth id share


A Burdened Heart



There is a feeling a human gets sometimes. One feeling whose origins I do not know. It is like a huge weight upon ones heart. It is one hundred strong men squeezing ones soul to death. It is the thick, deadly poison that forces it's way through ones veins. I would like to define such words as, "pent up emotion." There are ways to relieve the pressure, some use fighting, anger, strength, or hate to relieve themselves. I had been searching so long for a way to rid myself of the massive rocks that lay deep at the bottom on my heart. I was a little surprised when I found what it was.

I remember when I found it, the event still plays back within my mind, like an old movie player. I can see a boy of 12 sitting upon a bed. Not a man, nor a teenager, but a boy, a boy that was undefined and a boy with no knowledge of his own identity. His brain was to young to understand the concept of individuality. There he lay, with a burdened heart and a mind, not old enough to see.

He lay there for hours, until at the point of intense boredom. The boy calmly walked to his computer, still shrouded in thought. He got on the Internet and logged in his AOL messenger, a favorite pastime when boredom had reached its limits. It was an addiction, talking on-line with people. Talking wasn't the addiction as much as the happy thought of receiving a message. Yes it was only a message, but so rarely had anyone given him anything, a mere message excited him dearly. It would ease the pain within his heart, if only for a second.

He popped up a window and started talking to a few people. They seemed to skip over his messages, as if tiny blips on a radar screen. They continued their talk, consistently, not noticing his cries to be heard. It was then he, no, I realized how fake society was, how communal minded they were. I know not of what words they ejected from their mouths to spark this sudden rush of creation, but I began to write. My heart exploded in exhilaration. My fingers tingled with a rich sense of pleasure as they pressed down upon keys, and the keys made beautiful words appear upon the screen. The poison that once pumped thickly through my veins rushed into my fingers and became the letters on the screen, and the ink upon paper. It was released, the feeling of burden, shot out into the architecture of a poem.

I was a boy then, a small block of clay not yet formed, but now I am a boy no longer, but a person of individuality. I am Alex. That little event was my master artist, his hands at work upon me. It created me to be who i am now. I still have a burdened heart, but I carry it proudly. For if my heart was not made of heavy rocks, I would not be writing, but most importantly, I wouldn't be...
Alex