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  • Morgan Barbaro (3/16/2005 6:12:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    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
    God

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    • Willem VanVoorthuysen (5/8/2005 8:43:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      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

  • Morgan Barbaro (3/16/2005 6:11:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    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) Post reply Stage

    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
    bye

  • natomeal speakerpaste (2/16/2005 3:13:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    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
    now what

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  • Justin Byerline (2/4/2005 3:40:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    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) Post reply Stage

    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) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    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

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  • Robert Lawrence (2/2/2005 6:27:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    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
    eternal portraits back to the shelf.

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    • Lukas Woyzeck (2/3/2005 11:32:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      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

  • Lukas Woyzeck (2/2/2005 2:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    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.

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  • Natascha Krause (12/29/2004 12:20:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies Stage

    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
    Protecting your heart is a must

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    • Lukas Woyzeck (2/2/2005 4:53:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      you havent met me yet i guess: P

    • Tamara Lieber (1/30/2005 8:55:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      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!

    • Kim McInnis (1/30/2005 2:15:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      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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