Poem Compilation

The Price Of Love

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 00:05:00 +0000

She soared so high and free,
all pure and lovely as could be.
She knew no worry, stress or pain.
No one could imprison her by force or chain.

But as it must be, a conqueror came.
So handsome and bold, and lit the flame,
between these free spirited souls.
Their love was beautiful and all aglow.

In time their passionate thirst was quenched
and the flame of love was flickering low ...
In the cold darkness of reality it began to show
Their love had taken their freedom and turned them to foes.

When they could stand it no longer,
they both returned to find their lost freedom
and search for their identity they felt they had lost.
But each day that passed their need for each other grew stronger.

Now they're no longer unencumbered and free...
this is the price of love, you see.
Whether together or apart
the one you love has imprisoned your heart.

Just a Box of Crayons

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 06:15:00 +0000

While walking in a toy store
The day before today,
I over heard a Crayon Box
With many things to say.

I don't like red! said Yellow.
And Green said, Nor do I!
And no one here likes Orange,
But no one knows quite why.

We are a box of crayons
that really doesn't get along,
Said Blue to all the others.

Something here is wrong!

Well, I bought that box of crayons
And took it home with me
And laid out all the crayons

So the crayons could all see

They watched me as I colored
With Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange

And every color in between

They watched as Green became the grass
And Blue became the sky.
The Yellow sun was shining bright
On White clouds drifting by.

Colors changing as they touched,
Becoming something new.
They watched me as I colored.
They watched till I was through.

And when I'd finally finished,
I began to walk away.
And as I did the Crayon box
Had something more to say...

I do like Red! said the Yellow
And Green said, So do I!
And Blue you are terrific!
So high up in the sky.

We are a Box of Crayons
Each of us Unique,
But when we get Together
The Picture is Complete

Companionship provides us
With encouragement and love;
It will help us in our journey
Untill we reach our home above.

YOU

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sat, 13 Sep 2008 06:21:00 +0000

You made me laugh when I cried so hard
You gave me bracelets to cover my scars
You held me close when I was so cold
You offered a comforting hand to hold

You picked me up whenever I fell
You showed me heaven when I was blinded by hell
You answered my calls in the darkened night
You gave me the reasons to hold on and fight

You rescued me when I was drowning in pain
You placed me back on the right path again
You loved me forever and stayed by my side
You entered my heart as an angel to guide

You may not be with me so much anymore
But I know you will leave open a beckoning door
I miss you so much but I'll fight till the end
I love you so much my
Bestest friend.

True Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 04:34:00 +0000

The beauty of a person,
no matter who they are
Can only be measured,
by the goodness of heart
For some the exterior may be rough and weathered
But their true beauty only shines all the better
I’ve met folks that have the beauty and the bodies
But hearts cold as steel, caring for nobody
Then there are the ones,
no matter their looks
that would give a smile, word, a part of themselves
To help one less fortunate than they
And expect nothing in return, except to say
Thank you for being there, and helping point the way
It’s that inner beauty that shines forth from you
It shows in everything you say and do
For I have never heard you ever condemn
Even the smallest and weakest of men
For all that you see you carry a smile
To those that receive it, it lasts for miles
And so it is that true beauty must begin
Not from without, but from only within
The giving of oneself so selflessly
That the whole world can see the beauty in thee

The Meaning of a Friend Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 15:26:00 +0000

Someone turned to me and asked
"How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends I believe
And began to named a few...

A blessed one you are
To have so many friends
But think of what you're saying...
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say "Hello"

A friend is a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirits high

A friend is a hand to pull you up
From darkness and despair...
When all your other "so called" friends
Have helped to put you there

A true friend is an ally
Who can't be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive
When others have forgot

But most of all a friend has a true heart
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all!

So think about all this
For every word is true
And once again answer please...
How many friends have you?

After much thought I answered
I really only have just one
"It's You!"

A Friend Is Always Special
Because Friends Love You
Just Because You're You!

For My Best Friend Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 14:54:00 +0000

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To Fall in Love

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 12:55:00 +0000

In this life
I've met none
Not one like you
Step after step
Year after year
I breathe you in
And fall in love
All over again

To a Butterfly

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 12:49:00 +0000

I'VE watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!- -not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

BY WILLIAM WORDS WORTH

Petals in the Grass

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 12:44:00 +0000

Pink drops,
In a pool of green,
Once something whole,
Now only remnants can be seen.

An alluring aroma,
Held captive by the wind,
Fragrance of emptiness,
Blowing hollow scents within.

Knowing everything is temporary,
Emotions so vast,
Kneeling, quietly staring,
At the petals in the grass.

At one time full of life,
Just stillness today,
Only eerie silence,
Where insects used to play.

Reminders of something beautiful,
A rose that didn't last,
Kneeling, quietly staring,
At the petals of the past.

My One True Light

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:50:00 +0000

You are the one true light in my life,
Though I never tell you enough.
You are always there for me,
Even when times get tough.

You are my sun, my moon,
and my morning star,
Shining down on me,
To bring comfort from afar

You are the love of my life,
My heart and my soul.
My beloved husband,
To have and to hold.

I could search the world over
With all of my might,
But find none that compare,
To you, my one true light

Our Little Nest

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:44:00 +0000

In all of my lifetime,
I never thought I would rest,
In a small piece of heaven,
Called 'Our Little Nest'

A haven of peace,
Free from life's wear and tear,
And a beautiful lovebird,
Who waits for me there.
A shelter to protect me,
From the storms of this life,
A warm peaceful harbor,
And a sweet loving wife.

That welcoming door,
That leads me to bliss,
I never knew life,
Could be as perfect as this.

Your Love

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:44:00 +0000

Your love is a lantern
That lights my way,
Uplifting my spirits,
When skies are gray

Your love is a wave
That lifts me higher,
Into a sea
Of tender desire.

Your love is a flame,
That can never die,
For always and ever,
It will be just you and I.

Your love is a rose,
Moistened with dew,
Touching my soul,
With the beauty of you.

Poem of English

noreply@blogger.com (Me) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 01:47:00 +0000

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.

Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.

Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.

Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.

Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.

Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.

Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.

Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.

Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.

Finally, which rhymes with enough --
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!