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Dear Mom, this is a poem for you. Hope wherever you are, your with your dad and you can finally have the birthday you've always wanted, I love you, we all miss you.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that you did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made you happy.
I love you, I miss you especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if you haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with you when you needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that you did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made you happy.
I love you, I miss you especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if you haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with you when you needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from love so abide.
You cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
Candy coating lies to seal the truth.
Or painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. Comment ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from love so abide.
You cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
Candy coating lies to seal the truth.
Or painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. Comment ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
But I’m afraid to love.
My heart is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll love me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my heart held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make you see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my heart belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
" This poem is opposite to my mood as I am very happy in my life but I write this poem for the one who are not happy"
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
Sad Love Poems
Sad love poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken heart better than sad love poems. The poet’s poetic way writing may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if you are poet or at least feeling like one, why don’t you pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad love poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed you my heart
when I handed it to you I
told you "be careful its
very fragile".
You held my heart in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew you had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see you on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told you "forget it its my heart
.....
By Geoo (me)
Sad love poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken heart better than sad love poems. The poet’s poetic way writing may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if you are poet or at least feeling like one, why don’t you pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad love poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed you my heart
when I handed it to you I
told you "be careful its
very fragile".
You held my heart in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew you had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see you on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told you "forget it its my heart
.....
By Geoo (me)
They spoke sugar-coated words with a serpentine tongue,
Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.
They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.
They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled by their gossamer strings.
They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.
Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.
They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.
They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled by their gossamer strings.
They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.
Love Is Like A Snake,
So Cunning And Sly.
Leaves You Asking Questions,
Who,What,Where And Why?
My Tears Are Like The Ocean,
Flowing Like The Sea.
Anything I Dream Of,
I Know It Cannot Be.
We Can Gaze Up At The Skies,
And We'll Carefully Listen.
As The Angels Above Laugh,
And Their Wings Shimmer And Glisten.
She Creeps Round The Bushes,
As They Play Hide And Seek.
They'll Hide When We Wake,
And They'll PLay When We Sleep.
They Hate To See Torture,
Poverty And Neglect.
But They're Here To Treasure Us,
They're Here To Protect.
Angels Are Special,
In Each An Every Way.
They're Are Harmless Yet Beautiful,
And They Grow Everyday.
Sometimes It's Hard,
And It Cuts Like A Knife.
But Your Angel Stays With You,
Right Through Your Life.
So Cunning And Sly.
Leaves You Asking Questions,
Who,What,Where And Why?
My Tears Are Like The Ocean,
Flowing Like The Sea.
Anything I Dream Of,
I Know It Cannot Be.
We Can Gaze Up At The Skies,
And We'll Carefully Listen.
As The Angels Above Laugh,
And Their Wings Shimmer And Glisten.
She Creeps Round The Bushes,
As They Play Hide And Seek.
They'll Hide When We Wake,
And They'll PLay When We Sleep.
They Hate To See Torture,
Poverty And Neglect.
But They're Here To Treasure Us,
They're Here To Protect.
Angels Are Special,
In Each An Every Way.
They're Are Harmless Yet Beautiful,
And They Grow Everyday.
Sometimes It's Hard,
And It Cuts Like A Knife.
But Your Angel Stays With You,
Right Through Your Life.
You hear a normal name...
And the butterflies start.
That feeling in your soul,
That you just can't outsmart.
The one you think about every minute,
every single day.
You feel like picking flowers....
Your heart skips a beat.....
And when they look at you,
you get covered in a lovely heat.
That great feeling, you always get...
Cupid just got himself a clean hit!
You feel yourself blush,
you know this isn't just a crush.
You smile, and just think
of what is to come
When you hear that voice, you now the truth,
Your the one for him, and he's the one for you!
By Susie Reeves Copyright 2011
And the butterflies start.
That feeling in your soul,
That you just can't outsmart.
The one you think about every minute,
every single day.
You feel like picking flowers....
Your heart skips a beat.....
And when they look at you,
you get covered in a lovely heat.
That great feeling, you always get...
Cupid just got himself a clean hit!
You feel yourself blush,
you know this isn't just a crush.
You smile, and just think
of what is to come
When you hear that voice, you now the truth,
Your the one for him, and he's the one for you!
By Susie Reeves Copyright 2011
This lie's become a part of me
For months, I've played this game
Acting like it doesn't hurt
Each time I hear his name
Ignoring what's inside of me
Pretending I've moved on
As if the feelings I once had
For him are somehow gone
Spending each and every day
With happiness and laughs
Forgetting all our memories
Avoiding photographs
But last night when I saw him
For the first time since he left
My heart stopped for a moment...
I couldn't catch my breath
When suddenly it hit me
As the tears started to flow
That even after all this time...
I just can't let him go
For months, I've played this game
Acting like it doesn't hurt
Each time I hear his name
Ignoring what's inside of me
Pretending I've moved on
As if the feelings I once had
For him are somehow gone
Spending each and every day
With happiness and laughs
Forgetting all our memories
Avoiding photographs
But last night when I saw him
For the first time since he left
My heart stopped for a moment...
I couldn't catch my breath
When suddenly it hit me
As the tears started to flow
That even after all this time...
I just can't let him go
Life can be miserable, cruel and worthless,
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look forward to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look forward to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
