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Morgan Barbaro
(3/16/2005 6:12:00 PM)
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hi again
here is a poem for christians
god
he lends us a helping hand
he took his life for us
he got beaten and died on the cross for us
he always will help us believe
he will never let you bleed
he helps you through the good and bad
he is are only lord
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Willem VanVoorthuysen
(5/8/2005 8:43:00 PM)
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Dear Morgan, You are so right! May God bless you for having the courage to witness in poetry. Keep writing Christian poetry, but also try to read as much of it as possible. That will help strength ... more
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Willem VanVoorthuysen
(5/8/2005 8:43:00 PM)
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Morgan Barbaro
(3/16/2005 6:11:00 PM)
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hi
God
He is mine
gives me everything like:
a helping hand
a shoulder to pout on
a person who you can talk to
a person who never leaves you behind
a person who you can look up to
That is why we should praise him
for dieing on the cross for us
for giveing his life away for us to live
all we need to do is thank him
IN GODS NAME AMEN
I WILL ALWAYS LUV YOU
CHRIST MY LORD AND GODDESS -
Morgan Barbaro
(3/16/2005 6:02:00 PM)
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hey
i love this poem because it relates to all the girls
Love
he is so cute
i wish he wouldnt look at me
his hair is so fine
it glares in my eye
his teeth are as pretty as me
i wish he would take a 2nd look
i try not to stare
but i cant i wish he felt the way about me
hopefully we will come together
i wish this wish for once will come true
by morgan barbaro
P.S
i hope you'll like it
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natomeal speakerpaste
(2/16/2005 3:13:00 AM)
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Byerline,
i don't require cards
i thought the jokers were the best part
on with your literary art
i appreciate your word toss
i want to know your next thought
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Aldo Kraas
(2/10/2007 9:27:00 PM)
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This is terrible
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Aldo Kraas
(2/10/2007 9:27:00 PM)
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Justin Byerline
(2/4/2005 3:40:00 AM)
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here is some freeform
i live in a box
and call it a life
wander around wondering who i will see or what is going to happens but it all seems the same to me
i wake up day after day with love in my heart
and are my intentions
and go to bed completely dissapointed
i look forward to poptarts and poker
and a deck with no jokers -
Justin Byerline
(2/4/2005 3:37:00 AM)
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its funny that you can 'rate' the poems on here
actually makes me kinda giggle because i dont know about the rest of you but i dont really care the rating my poems get
they are my thoughs. can you put a grade on a thought?
just seems like grading a blank sheet because half the time when people read it they dont really grasp it
at least not to the length that the writer would.
i consider my best work a poem called tour through insanity
give it a 1 :) -
Lukas Woyzeck
(2/3/2005 11:27:00 AM)
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she
Silent birds conquer skies,
The army of clouds passive,
Rays of sun enlighten the show,
A yellow rose pierces through earth,
Delivered to armies of grass,
Still free-
Wind and water make both bow,
But they manage to rise again
And trying to reach the light,
But desperate-
The flower grows becoming beauty,
Proudly grows above the grass,
Green, seeing everywhere around,
One million yellow roses just like her -
Robert Lawrence
(2/2/2005 6:27:00 PM)
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I'm new on this site, see if one of these poems are interesting...'Developing the Pictures'
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I embrace the impatience in my arms.
Sent by the river to do me harm.
But instead of harm, give me a place.
Where I can see the most lovely face.
Give me the wings to fly away,
to heaven where the angels stay;
where tranquil peace fills the hearts of those,
who from the prison of life arose,
to seek love, passion, peaceful sleep.
But sound sleepers always awaken, to the smell of fire burning deep;
the sight of dreams that start to weep.
As demons slash the night away,
and build a hot and hellish grave,
for the dreams that were swept away,
from the eyes of dreamers.
And leave me with the haunting thought that I would never see her.
But even with the sun in sight, I evade and close my eyes.
And build some shade to shield from demise.
So I can feel the night again, and feel the kiss, the love, the dream and then. Say this night will never end.
An eternal portrait shows itself. But in truth the sun will always send
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Lukas Woyzeck
(2/3/2005 11:32:00 AM)
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hmm quite prosaic, complex, i like the themes quite a lot (night/light/heaven) keep it going ;) maybe u shud try to be more expressive by making it shorter which will accentuate the words left ... more
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Lukas Woyzeck
(2/3/2005 11:32:00 AM)
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Lukas Woyzeck
(2/2/2005 2:43:00 AM)
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hey...i ve created this poem yesterday, it s my first english poem ever i hope u enjoy it:
Shadow, you ever running deserteur,
Shadow, runner of the walls past,
Have you ever taken the time to look at the sun,
Just looking, forgetting your real dedication
Shadow, you friend of those who want to rest,
You, that enlarge ourselves in the eye of the mighty light,
Representing ourselves the way we might want to be,
But when we turn our looks into the sun we know,
How small we really are
And you only are
Cause of us
Shame on
You.Replies for this message:-
Brenda Fischer
(2/21/2005 6:14:00 PM)
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Hahaa! You had me at: Shame on You. *thumbs up*
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Brenda Fischer
(2/21/2005 6:14:00 PM)
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Natascha Krause
(12/29/2004 12:20:00 AM)
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Ok..I'm new on this site but have lots to share..This poem I'm posting has all male names because I am a woman. However(never forget the word..However) , I know we can ALL relate to at least one of these types of people! ..And isn't that so very sad? ..Anyway, hope you enjoy this...NK
'Players'
Hi, my name is Bert
My goal is only to hurt
I don't care about you
or what you've been through
I just want you to feel like dirt
Hi, my name is Sam
To destroy you is my plan
I'll massage your heart
then rip it apart
I do this because I can
Hi, my name is Dave
Your body is all that I crave
When I'm through with it
It's time to split
Don't expect me to turn back and wave
Hi, my name is John
I'm a regular Don Juan
I'll mess with your head
just to get you in bed
But, when you wake, in the morning, I'm gone
Hi, my name is Bill
I take advantage of you at will
I get into your soul
Make you lose control
Then I move on to my next kill
These players we've all had to meet
They've fooled us with lies and deceit
They play hurtful games
and leave us in pain
Then, move on to the next heart to cheat
So, don't be so quick to trust
Make sure it's Love not Lust
Try not to be blind
and keep in mind
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Lukas Woyzeck
(2/2/2005 4:53:00 AM)
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you havent met me yet i guess: P
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Tamara Lieber
(1/30/2005 8:55:00 PM)
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Well, I must say that I really like this one. Yes, we have all met or known of characters like these. You did a great job!
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Kim McInnis
(1/30/2005 2:15:00 PM)
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It strikes me as kind of funny, too. I think it's the rhymes; rarely do you see a serious poem written as a limerick. Kudos to you for giving it a try. It's entertaining as well as honest and insig ... more
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Lukas Woyzeck
(2/2/2005 4:53:00 AM)
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