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poems i like Did you ever love a boy, but know he didn't care? Did you ever feel like crying, but knew you'd get no where? Did you ever look into his eyes and say a little prayer? Did you ever look into his heart and wish you were there? Did you ever see him standing with his head hanging low? Did you ever whisper "God I love him", but i'll never let him know? Don't ever fall in love my friend you'll find it doesn't pay, It always causes heartbreak, it happens every day. Do you ever wonder where he is at night and wonder if he's true one moment you'll find your blue, and when it starts you'll always know because you'll wonder day and night remember you are loosing him no matter how hard you fight. Love is fine my friend, but it hurts so much the price you'll pay is high if I could choose between life and death, i'd think i'd rather die! So my friend, don't fall in love you'll be hurt, before your through you'll see my friend-you ought to know I am in love with you! Another day, a new beginning. We are constantly facing a new challenge. There are light moments, funny moments, yet serious moments also. Each in friendly waters, though at times a solitary ship, we share our triumphs, and stick together through adversity and misfortune. We may stand alone from time to time, but, in striving for a common goal, we find closeness and warmth in the company of our friends. We compare experiences, with a comrade, and exchange advice. We are free to assert our individuality, yet successfully perform as a unit. Now, we are building foundations for the future. Expressing great determination, we are reaching for the heights, working a little harder, perfecting our techniques and taking pride in our achievements. We are searching for the niche, trying to find harmony in confusion. And finally, remembering the good times and anticipating bright tomorrows, we leave, but a little of each one of us remains. -unknown I am to love you I'm sure of that this month of mach, could I go back before now, and take a different road I might, but I have missed your face against my own, that first night, and you lay turning to look back at you every time I went away. Then coming up the hill again to face you head on, as you buzzed through your Spanish doorway. -unknown Please help me passing thirty sick on silence I'm dying of indifference every day. I do not ask your counsel merely the covenant of your arms silence from you it's the silence of myself that doesn't heal the wounds. -unknown Sometimes not often enough we reflect upon the good things and those thoughts always center around those we love and I think about those people who mean so much to me and for so long have made me so very happy and I count the times I have forgotten to say thank you - and just how much I love you. -unknown Sometimes I think that my life is like a book, that I can turn back to any page and recall with perfect vividness - maybe that is why it seems so strange not to be able to turn to the next page to see what the story of the future will be for me. -unknown So If You Love Me -Ruth Herschberger So if you love me you will tolerant Be of the nature that is with me sent. I cannot be a different thing although For your sake, to win you, I would grow Wings and shed thorns, Be weed, or newly born, Anything so to please you, But I'm myself and cannot ease you. Come kindly to me then, forgiveness use, Do not heap on my patent-wrongs abuse, For your sake I'd be different but am not, For your sake I'd have other needs forgot, But I am one And they are of the sum Of me, and will not set me free From my desires, which still follow me. Oh choose, and choose me wholly, so we be All of imperfectness, but summary. Be sum, no fraction, though a fraction may Marvelous wonder easily convey, Yet it's but part And may not be the heart, The whole is all of us, if we use not All strata, love's geology's forgot. Imagine there's no heaven it's easy if you try no hell below us above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today... Imagine there's no countries it isn't hard to do nothing to kill or die for and no religion too Imagine all the people living life in peace... Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can no need for greed or hunger a brother hood of man Imagine all the people sharing all the world... You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us and the world will live as one. -unknown Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind; in the primal sympathy which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death. -Wordsworth After each new meeting with you I carry home so much love that I must have set A brand new mark in selfishness. I've won all the races all the prizes never offered if I tell you this and make it work for me I might be beautiful enough to even have your love. -unknown |
The ways of peace Peace is something everyone is looking for, but people are too tired or too poor, to do the job that has to be done. They turn their backs and always run. The wars are started, people die, and then they are parted, the love they shared has paused the thought of those they loved are gone - much to fast the tears are shed the souls like lead, the heart is broken, love is just a remembrance token. -unknown Tell me how the wind blows and what it takes to find new waves rolling down new beaches and different drummers drumming some where - if they do. Tell me lies and if your honesty's a badge then wear it out of sight. Especially if you intend to disavow your love for me. -unknown Idea Of A Friend In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one. In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls. In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully. In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus. In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-so-ing with nasty Nicky or smelly Susan. In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you. In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed. In seventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had. In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears. In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there. In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch. In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom. In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go... At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you. Summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved. Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you deal clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you! Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we became, never forget who helped us get there. There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends home much you miss them or hoe much you love them. If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets. Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person you are today. Pass this on to those friends of that past, and those of the future ... and those you have met along the way... -unknown Love, A word? An emotion? A word; tossed about like a wind blown leaf, said often without meaning. An emotion, something thought about often but not really felt. Love - true, real, honest. A word with meaning. An emotion with depth; a feeling inside that can't be let out with a kiss or a glance. Love - uncaged, not in a moment, but thoughout time; brought out by thoughtful gestures, kind words, and an understanding known only to those who love. -unknown Saturday keeps secrets that Sunday never could. I came to love you. I wonder if you knew or know, I wonder if you looked on me just because you knew looks were all I'd get from you and all that you could give, stringing me along isn't what your guilty of, not stringing me along is your citizens arrest. -unknown When they wrenched you - from my side - my curved rib, my bone, my beauty - it was as if the sun were gouged from the sky, and the clouds ran red. And I aching with loneliness as if I had just had an abortion and you thousands of miles away. The told the story the other way around (Adam forfeits rib - Eve is born) Obvious irony everyone known that women do the bearing, men are born. Juvenile God - writing the Bible with poisonous pen. cross out the lie - correct the blasphemy - they wrenched you from my side, my blood poured down, we both were born, the pain belonged to me! -unknown It's raining and the children splashing in the mud and the old men darting in the doorways and the lovers underneath umbrellas don't seem to mind. It's raining see the leaves go flying past the window we can sit inside and just do nothing wouldn't it be nice to touch each other gently, gently It's raining like the tears of angels down the window. I'm there now, don't be afraid at thunder anymore It's raining I can't hear the crickets and longer do you suppose they're drowning in the gutter I don't think you love me anymore at all and it's raining. -unknown Go placidly amid the noise and haste, remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms will all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit, if you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery, but let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially don't feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imagining. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars you have a right to be here, and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with god, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful, strive to be happy. -unknown Love, joy, pain, fun, serious, calm, confusion, crazy, changing, letting go, searching looking deep enough to see the person inside flowing with happiness, ready to share it feeling free and good together and yourself being the closest kind of friends digging people for what they are knowing this is just the beginning a way of saying what you have no word for yet. -unknown I've saved the summer and I give it all to you to hold on winter morning when the snow is new. I've saved the sunlight if you should ever need a place away from darkness where your mind can feed. And for myself I kept your smile. When you were but nineteen till your older you'll not know what young love can mean. I know no answers to help you on your way the answers lie somewhere at the bottom of the day but if you've a need for love I'll give you all I own it might help you down the road till you've found your own! -unknown Every time we say hello to some new encounter we're on our way toward good-bye. Some distance from the actual phrase but moving toward it all the same. The distance between these two worlds becomes a little less as we grow older. Be aware then that tomorrow there is nothing to fear except the coming of another day. But two against a winter morning are sure to claim one more victory over chance and trouble If I seek your eye; I'll do so with my eyes only. -unknown Someday, when there's only one human race; and one kind of face. Someday, When nobody has a home; and everyone is alone. Someday, When nobody cares; and people are rare. Someday, When these things come true; Will be the time that I stop loving you. Someday: Someday; Someday. Someday! Someday? -"Debi" In becoming part of someone else you loose yourself and that's the very least that happens lucky are the one who gain a language or stumble on a system not yet tried while they're giving up what little independence there is in life. -unknown Wiser by half a year I enter your brown body like a blind man sure of every step. So assured sometimes I feel embarrassed. So delighted that I wonder how I earned the privilege of your light limbs around my back. If indeed I've earned your body and your love then I'll return, undefeated, a lover who by accident, or even a design, stumbled into something so unusual yet real, he comes back blushing from every new encounter, with your touch. -unknown Why does the sky look so gray? I guess it has to be that way! Why does this room feel so cold? That really can't be told. You just left me without a care. Why do I cry at night? Why does the snow fall so white? I guess it has to be that way. But why? I ask myself? In my heart I can't find the shelf, where you used to stay now your gone and I feel so empty inside all the time. I guess it has to be that way! -unknown Blue on blue, shaded, soft gentle sea and twilight horizon. Black and silver, deep and bright, myriad stars and midnight space: seamless. The sea and sky make love, langorously, all night-- though they never touch; the stars and heavens embrace eternally, joined, even infinitely apart. Soul to soul, I feel you in me: two, together in one. No distance, no time, nothing can separate sea from sky, or stars from heavens. |