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  • Habib Akewusola (8/30/2012 3:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Recollect when we drink from the
    Same tea
    And feast on the same meal.
    Recollect our moon light dream,
    When I call, you talk like
    Words are too small to express
    Your love.
    Recollect when we hold hands to
    The store
    Beside that leveled lawn
    To buy your favorite toys,
    Recollect how I admire your voice
    And your coiled dreadlocks
    That makes me rejoice.
    Recollect whatever the offense
    I always forget, and wouldn't
    Even comment.
    Recollect when you told the
    We where best of friends without
    Full stop
    Recollect as I shared your tears
    When I also wept
    Inside the book shop.
    Recollect as my lips pampered your
    And whispered into my feelings,
    Recollect the avenue we first
    You wore this avocado green
    With that black skirt, and
    Looked exactly as my princess.
    Recollect that very song that
    Made your eyes melt,
    Recollect when my shoulder
    Used to be your head rest.
    Please Recollect,
    You promised to be my jewel.
    Today, you push your face to the
    And destroy my name inscribed
    On your chest,
    Will I ever see you again?
    Where on earth will
    I meet your blend?
    Reply to my comment
    Would you still be my friend?


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    • Mabel A (9/8/2012 12:19:00 PM) Post reply

      I love your poem. I can recollect..... I hop u get your friend back

  • Christy York (8/27/2012 5:26:00 PM) Post reply

    When You Walked Away

    I view life through a broken heart
    It broke the day we finally part.
    But as I tried to say goodbye
    I felt my heart begin to cry.

    Then instantly I felt its pain
    It shattered when you walked away.
    The tears began to fill my eyes
    There's nothing left but our goodbyes.

    With no more reasons left to try
    You walked away and left me lies.
    The thoughts of you throughout the day
    Now brings my broken heart such pain.

    It's jaded now and filled with hate
    Held together with some tape.
    My heart is scared and not the same
    It shudders when I hear your name.

    You've slowly beat me down with time
    And dimmed the light I used to shine.

  • Christy York (8/27/2012 11:36:00 AM) Post reply

    Posted some new poems. What do you think?

  • Michael Peterson (8/26/2012 10:53:00 AM) Post reply

    Stronger Than Cancer, Bob

    I felt different, a little tired
    worn out, ill here and there
    visit the Doctor, did some test
    took some picture, waited for the results
    A spot in me started small, got bigger
    Time will tell, not a good sign
    here came the shock
    the bad word no one wants
    but I take it stride cause i can beat it.
    I am strong, I have will, the power to go on
    my new slogan Stronger Than Cancer
    no one will beat me down
    I will grow old, see my boys grow
    see them wed, see their kids
    I will not give, , no matter when
    Stronger Than Cancer
    hope will rally, cures to be found
    Meds to take, no fakes
    I will survive, fight for life
    pain will never go, mind so strong
    prays needed, prayers answered
    the fight never ends, I will not bend
    till the end. I am Stronger Than Cancer
    Thanks Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Mother
    for the love of me.I will survive
    Strong Than Cancer, Bob

  • Samantha Arnold (8/24/2012 10:53:00 AM) Post reply

    book of poetry is to release on 9/15/12. Check out my promotional video including on of the poems. My http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oC9u9knfSco&feature=plcp

  • Faysal Shaafi (8/23/2012 11:49:00 AM) Post reply

    wuxu nabar ka caashaqu igays tay naafo ani wanaba da dhax deenaa wa ilaye inayahy niyo jabay cadaawaha

  • Faysal Shaafi (8/23/2012 11:46:00 AM) Post reply

    poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of romantic poets along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work only having been in publication for four years before his death.

    Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his life, his reputation grew after his death, so that by the end of the 19th century he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of later poets and writers. Jorge Luis Borges

  • Faysal Shaafi (8/23/2012 11:40:00 AM) Post reply

    jacayl ku waa nolol dad waynaha ka dhax dhaca markaa jacayl lama mosi karo sidi maygu da aa muraad kugu dilaa

  • Joseph J. Hernandez (8/22/2012 1:25:00 PM) Post reply

    I write, but it will never be
    As beautiful as a pond, cloud, or tree
    Men can make wine with the aid of a grape
    Honey is produced by a bee
    Mother nature molds the elegance of flower
    Poems are made by fools like you and me

  • Nancy Benford (8/20/2012 10:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies


    So broken…
    Used as a ‘token’, to manipulate…
    Where was my better judgment to see my fate?

    He chose me…
    Did I fit the mold of ‘easy target’
    when I shared my difficult journey with him when we met?

    His smile won me…
    The laughter in his eyes pulled me in
    I’m certain he knew quite quickly that he’d win!

    His tenderness filled me…
    With just a touch, a hug, a kiss, I felt complete
    Why, God…were he and I so very destined to meet?

    His sarcasm hurt me…
    It started as little ‘drips’ splashing in my head
    But the droplets became full flow with all he said.

    His tactics ‘trapped’ me…
    His “I’m sorry” or “I’m just joking” became the norm
    Yet as I cracked, I CHOSE to stay and began to take new form.

    His wounds left scars…
    Each burning deeper as my life began to burn
    And soon his sister and his mother took their turn.

    He made excuses…
    All blame on me, it was my fault most times, you see…
    because I was the one with so much insecurity.

    He changed my mindset…
    Somehow I loved this man with everything I am
    Catering to his needs, not knowing it was a sham

    He took my power…
    With his web of lies and manipulative train of thought
    I believe he never felt he would get caught.

    He was unfaithful…
    Not once, not twice, but more times than I could bear
    Oh, God….why did I stay with him and give him my love and care?

    He said, “I’m sorry”…
    Every time and showed a face of true remorse
    Yet in time, his infidelities and lies were back on course.

    He really loves me…
    In the only way his heart is able to love
    But 7 years later, it was my PAIN that rose above

    He wanted to change…
    But this was after years of deception we called our life
    And yet so damaged, I stayed true to being his loyal wife.

    He was too late…
    The damage to my soul was already done
    His smiles at me no longer meant cherished fun.

    He pushed me away…
    It was so hard to gain the strength to finally leave
    But I am strong, despite what my husband does believe.

    He cried and pleaded…
    And I joined him in our tearful fate
    Wavering still in my decision, knowing in my heart, he was just too late

    He let me go…
    Yet I refused to cut him off so I could heal
    I feared THE END of us would be the last emotion I’d ever feel

    He kept on ‘dripping’…
    Knowing just the words and tears to break me down
    and EVERY TIME I had withdrawals and came around.

    He changed my life…
    In such a painful, sad and wrongful kind of way
    And now I’m broken…my eyes have turned from sparkling blue to dreary gray.

    He is my husband…
    I’ve loved him from the moment that we met
    and in the end, I refuse to live a life filled with regret.

    He’s lost a treasure…
    A heart that NEVER waivered or denied
    a dedicated wife who continued to show pride.

    He has no clue…
    Just how painfully sad our lives will now be
    each other’s laughter, now replaced with misery.

    He wants to start over…
    He swears he has become a new and better man
    But I am broken and just not sure what my heart can still withstand

    So very broken…
    Although our demise has truly shattered my good heart
    It’s now my time to heal and have a brand new start.

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    • Immanuel Santos (8/24/2012 7:35:00 AM) Post reply

      'I feared THE END of us would be the last emotion I’d ever feel' -this is one of my favorite line of yours,10++++

    • Laurie Abc (8/21/2012 10:28:00 PM) Post reply

      your poem is truly amazing, actually sounds like my life right now or what I think is my life right now Obviously write from experience. awesome

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