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Huan Yi
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0 posted 11-14-2008 09:39 PM       View Profile for Huan Yi   Email Huan Yi   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Huan Yi

Iím sick to death,
(fortunately not yet)
of all this love conquers all

Will someone please write
a realistic poem
about love
and reality

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since 12-29-2003
Posts 3353
In your dreams

1 posted 12-08-2008 12:33 AM       View Profile for Juju   Email Juju   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Juju's Home Page   View IP for Juju

All of my love poems are real (:


-"So you found a girl
Who thinks really deep thougts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts " Silent all these Years, Tori Amos
serenity blaze
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since 02-02-2000
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2 posted 12-08-2008 02:04 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Two loves have I
and both are truth.

One fills my heart -
the other? Loots.
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Member Rara Avis
since 01-27-2008
Posts 9055
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

3 posted 12-08-2008 02:08 AM       View Profile for Alison   Email Alison   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alison
Susan Caldwell
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since 12-27-2002
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4 posted 12-08-2008 10:47 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"

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since 08-10-2002
Posts 4689
Regina, Saskatchewan; Canada

5 posted 12-08-2008 10:45 PM       View Profile for Essorant   Email Essorant   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Essorant's Home Page   View IP for Essorant

Love conquers all
But Huan Yi?

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since 03-21-2003
Posts 4407

6 posted 12-11-2008 05:51 AM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

John this is as real as it gets.

I have never felt the love
  That others speak about.
I do not understand the pain
Some profess that love has brought.

I never felt that type of love
I have memories that speak,
Of kindness and thoughtful ways
Of rearing youngsters in those days,
Of being busy with just living
And keeping life together.

Memories of sharing thoughts,
  Of tears shed,
Over loss of babies never born.

Our daughter, so bright and yet
Found life just too hard to stay.
The son who never lived
    Beyond one day.

Tears of sadness and then of Happiness,
Brought on by little things.
And although I often think of all of it.

I do not dwell upon the loss
But share the memories of love.

jo perry Aug 14 2006
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since 09-05-2009
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7 posted 09-28-2009 07:11 PM       View Profile for sweetthing21   Email sweetthing21   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for sweetthing21

So many speak of love
but I feel it's not love it's lust
once they find it's lust they move on
They move on to somenoe better to lust

Though I believe there is such a thing as love

It's not a fairy tale like others say
Love is something earned and it's hard work
Love is never easily found you have to search

some will find their true love that
is not just what they call lust
and others will live a lonely road
but we have to chose our path

As for me I have decided if love
comes to stay then I shall keep it and hold to it tight.
however if I don't find it in this life then I will chose to be a happy soul one that will live and enjoy what life has too offer. For I believe that there are more types of love and I have many people in my life to fulfill that love I need.

I don't need a man's love every second in my life all though it would be nice.... I can chose people in life that will love me for who I am that friendship will help me live to the end...
since 07-30-2009
Posts 369
New Orleans

8 posted 09-29-2009 03:59 AM       View Profile for N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet   Email N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet

Sorry, but I strongly disagree with you.

Love does conquer all.

I can write poems of misfortunes, of hate and death.

It exists.

Yet, in the end? Love always wins.
Falling rain
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Small town, Illinois

9 posted 02-23-2010 09:45 PM       View Profile for Falling rain   Email Falling rain   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Falling rain's Home Page   View IP for Falling rain


If such thing is true then prove your reasons.
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since 10-29-2000
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Between the Lines

10 posted 02-24-2010 06:31 AM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

Sad to say, but in todays' world you cannot live on love alone~~
Bob K
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11 posted 02-25-2010 03:36 AM       View Profile for Bob K   Email Bob K   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bob K

     Depends on what the market will bear.
Member Rara Avis
since 05-19-99
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Michigan, US

12 posted 02-25-2010 11:35 AM       View Profile for Ron   Email Ron   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Ron's Home Page   View IP for Ron

Not A Common Thing

I hear a song and wonder why
The writers dupe and poets lie,
Why love is such a chronic theme,
When poets and the singers team.

The measure placed on what we feel,
Becomes too small, becomes unreal,
When all the truth is washed away,
And love is just a tired cliche.

The songs are flawed and movies err,
And books are often as unfair;
Despite what artists write and sing,
True love is not a common thing.

Bob K
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since 11-03-2007
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13 posted 02-25-2010 04:42 PM       View Profile for Bob K   Email Bob K   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Bob K
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since 05-20-2010
Posts 1325
Mi now

14 posted 06-02-2010 02:55 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

There is a time;
a private, evening place,
curled into cotton warmth,
the nightly stage-
cheek nested into billows
of cool down,
a wrap of sheet and quilt
and heavy arm-
the rise and fall of breath
and slowing heart;
familiar as morning.
Let it start:
unsure the script,
the players close their lips.
Is it a night of silence?
His watch ticks-
she turns away again,
and shuts her eyes,
Is it to be a parody?
The answer lies
spoken by the miles
on this bed-
the cold, cold acres of
what`s left
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Posts 4246
in the shadows

15 posted 06-02-2010 10:00 PM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for icebox

Tell Me One More Time How Much You Love Me

Time shifts,
like frozen bits of glittered sand
drifting from my hands
sifting through awareness
suddenly shifted,
like in a midnight trill,
hungry question
of summer whippoorwill.

Yes, I tried to change.
Am I deranged;
what was I thinking of?

No more floats,
no sinking boats,
I may set up a final stand;
I feel more lines of power
than I have felt in years,
not through abstract thoughts,
no image wrought defenses
failing me.
After all,
how many of us could there be
at work on this wet little ball of grit;
tell me Precious,
how many?
Do you care?
Fifty-two score,
plus four times four,
often less
never more.

I remember numbers,
I forget how bad it gets
I know,
I had placed too many bets
on too many dreams
left too far away;
I tell you I was stunned
to learn you wouldn't step across the street,
to say hello,
even though you flew
9,000 miles being sure you would arrive
when there was no way I could know
you'd even left the fortress
of your life at home;
now you're gone again,
safe and tucked away
behind the stones, those monstrous walls
that keep you feeling free.

So, I am left again
to sift through more
unlived memories of you,
and my regrets curtailing me,
like empty spires
of my desires standing brokenly;
lined with frills my memory fills
gaps that frightened me.
I have never been afraid to live out in the open;
the same sunlight
that sets your skin on fire
can send me up in flames as well;
you run hiding,
burrowed down,
tucked away,
afraid to shake the light of day
and yet we are the same.

We are creatures of the night,
you and I.

In the end there is no where to run;
you succeed in lying only to yourself
and forget perhaps,
we died before the play ever had begun
and in the end,
the really really end,
there really really is no place to hide,
only in your mind.

Someday perhaps
I will use up this world's supply
of shadows,
and on that day
I die
with no one left to cry.

Where will you be that day
still screaming out that you're alive?

You see,
I would cross the street to see you,
I would walk through fire
just to be with you,
I would stand out in the open
waiting for dawn to crack the sky,
knowing in its birth
I die,
if in that brief moment
between this living death
and the peace of the abyss
I could look you in the eye,
hold your hand
touch your cheek
just one more time.
Not for the sake of need
I am freed of that emotion's
pale reflection of the truth.

There is life only in love without need.

I live as best I can,
using all the parlor tricks
any good charlatan
can muster to survive,
but I will not trade space to breathe
by hiding behind shiny hired thugs
and fancy iron doors.
I have run loose too long
too far sometimes
blindly staggering,
but I found no monsters hunting me.

Oh, I've got answers yet to find,
still there is eternity
for me to walk wild pathways
of self imposed serenity
through our wasted gardens
of dreams and broken stalks
of fragrant greenery;
there is no joke here
only smoke dear;
even that is free.

©2003, 2010 by icebox

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