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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. I’m sick to death, (fortunately not yet) of all this love conquers all nonsense Will someone please write a realistic poem about love and reality . |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
All of my love poems are real (: /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=93&topic=004056 -Juju -"So you found a girl Who thinks really deep thougts What's so amazing about really deep thoughts " Silent all these Years, Tori Amos |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Two loves have I and both are truth. One fills my heart - the other? Loots. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
/pip/Forum106/HTML/002767.html "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Essorant Member Elite
since 2002-08-10
Posts 4769Regina, Saskatchewan; Canada |
Love conquers all But Huan Yi? |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
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 But, 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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sweetthing21 Junior Member
since 2009-09-05
Posts 23 |
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... |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
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. |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
Lost-Poet, If such thing is true then prove your reasons. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Sad to say, but in todays' world you cannot live on love alone~~ |
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Bob K Member Elite
since 2007-11-03
Posts 4208 |
Depends on what the market will bear. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-05-19
Posts 8669Michigan, US |
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. http://www.netpoets.com/poems/life/0001029.htm |
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Bob K Member Elite
since 2007-11-03
Posts 4208 |
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/w__h__auden/poems/10161 |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
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 unsaid. . ~Amaryllis |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Tell Me One More Time How Much You Love Me Time shifts, like frozen bits of glittered sand lifted 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 alive 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; yet, 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, that, 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. Yes, 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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