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Post by Sam on Nov 16, 2006 13:40:17 GMT -6
I love you.
The words flow
from my lips
on their own.
I need you.
The thought
tortures me
when I am alone.
I want you.
Now I have
said it aloud
to the world.
I miss you.
More and more
my memories
find me.
More and more
my thoughts
remind me.....
I love you.
Sam
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Post by kathylynn on Nov 16, 2006 20:16:53 GMT -6
Sam this is a beautiful heartfelt writel Lovely
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Post by dawness on Nov 17, 2006 23:20:46 GMT -6
endearing, sha!
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i wanted to show you my heart
but the ocean's tide swept you
a distance far, and farther away.
my heart followed you.
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 19, 2006 2:03:22 GMT -6
for some reason...it opens up the jukebox between the ears and all I can hear is Roberta Flack's "the first time" song...this is genuine!
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Post by Sam on Nov 22, 2006 14:31:01 GMT -6
When You Come to Me
The world is new again,
the air is fresh and clean.
I taste the love surrounding me.
Every sound is amplified, and
the sun shine feels warmer
than I seem to remember.
I feel the ice melting
the cold darkness
surrounding my empty heart
when you come to me.
Sam
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Post by dawness on Nov 28, 2006 6:21:17 GMT -6
charms spray the glittering night
with strings of anklets
torn by abandoned thoughts,
this is where my heart rests.
it may be winter, it has not arrived,
as of yet
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Post by DavidMc on Nov 29, 2006 3:27:36 GMT -6
That's a beautiful love song Sam  David |
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Post by dawness on Nov 29, 2006 11:44:22 GMT -6
are you in love, sha? |
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Post by anna3 on Nov 30, 2006 15:18:54 GMT -6
Oh i think i know how you feel writing such pieces It's so sweet love write I adore it and such words always touch |
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Post by anirbas on Dec 2, 2006 20:26:59 GMT -6
from my heart, i loved 'em each and everyone, Sammy...but, this one is my favorite... ~*~ When You Come to Me The world is new again, the air is fresh and clean. I taste the love surrounding me. Every sound is amplified, and the sun shine feels warmer than I seem to remember. I feel the ice melting the cold darkness surrounding my empty heart. When you come to me. ~Sam and I so felt this one, Dawn... ~*~ i wanted to show you my heart but the ocean's tide swept you a distance far, and farther away. my heart followed you. ~Dawness ~*~ yeppers, reading that one had me experiencing a been there, done that kind of feeling... as my heart left me in March...ggglgggl... howdy to both of you and the poetical crew, ladies! ya'll got more? well, whatcha waitin' on? bring it... just bring it on...hehehehehehehehehehehe  |
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Post by Sam on Dec 4, 2006 14:55:34 GMT -6
I love the way
you look at me.
Only you
ever truly see
the real me...
I love the way
we communicate
without words,
see without sight,
hear without sound...
The most beautiful music
my ears have ever heard
has come to me
through your eyes.
I love the way
no words are needed
when it comes
to you and me.
When I look at you,
and you hear me...
nothing else
seems to matter.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Dec 6, 2006 20:03:42 GMT -6
What do I know
about this thing called love?
Nothing it would seem...
For I have lost everything
in this world
that has ever mattered to me,
to the point that now
if I even think of you
I turn away...
No love left in me
nothing to show
just a woman alone,
hurt, and growing cold...
You call and I respond
like a silly school girl...
You show up
and I run to meet you.
I wrap my body around you
and sleep the night away...
When did I allow myself
to feel these things again?
To cling to the hope
you actually meant
the three simple words
you came to say to me?
I love you....
Is it too late?
I wait.
Sam
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Post by dawness on Dec 28, 2006 23:17:06 GMT -6
living and loving again
as if the quilts of time wrap us
till we feel the warmth of our souls,
shimmering in the delight of pain and joy.
can we
can we
make this a timeless echo,
the sublime vow
of living and loving again?
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Post by Sam on Jan 22, 2007 15:37:26 GMT -6
Am I in love
or am I simply in love
with the idea
of being in love?
I do not know
if I truly want to know
the answer
or even if I truly
want to ask the question.
Too badly wounded
to ever be completely
vulnerable, again....
Afraid of the ending
before the beginning
ever had a chance
to begin, again.
I say nothing.
I hear nothing,
as if my heart beat
is way too loud....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Jan 23, 2007 0:20:28 GMT -6
to love again and not know if the moon will come in a different shape this time in a malleable form? is this a chance we leave to floating orchard oracles? or let love in again without thought or rhyme? |
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2007 13:34:05 GMT -6
When you touched my heart
you touched me
everywhere.
Eyes that held promise
saw through my objections.
Tender caresses
fulfiled my obsessions.
And I am now
and forever
lost in my visions
of you...
Sam
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Post by dawness on Feb 6, 2007 18:20:01 GMT -6
neither rage nor torment
can swallow the eyes of our own storms
they are beautiful, sad and unrestarined
which is partly part of mingling
oil with water
yours and mine
mine and yours
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Post by anirbas on Feb 6, 2007 21:59:50 GMT -6
WOW, LADIES! Ya'll both be throwing out some smoking poeming, up in here!!!!!
Thanks for sharing! Got more, mi compadres? Nir.
~*~
from my heart...
how can i be so gullible?
blitheringly blind in my naivete...
for one whom has been accused of being astute...
as the colliquism goes, i'm awful dull to be so sharp...
sometimes, i miss things, i should have seen...
eschewing critiques when i should have been saying...thank you...
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Post by dawness on Feb 10, 2007 0:29:19 GMT -6
why do we hate february? well... we get so pressured with the commercialization of love. betcha, hallmarks' income will triple. LOL!
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Post by Sam on Feb 12, 2007 16:02:07 GMT -6
I could jot down some words
lined up in rhyme...
Waste your time...
and mine...
But, words don't say
what you need to hear...
and I keep standing by
just longing to be near you...
I don't have anything new to say...
you just simply, still,
take my breath away...
Sam
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Post by dawness on Feb 14, 2007 4:34:24 GMT -6
till the end of time
long after days in the summer's gone
i will follow you
crying in the rain
the way we were
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Post by Sam on Feb 14, 2007 16:33:49 GMT -6
My tears drowned
in the pouring rain
lost without a sound,
pattered and slipped
right into the ground....
and left me empty
still longing for you.
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Feb 15, 2007 8:29:53 GMT -6
the hard rain pounded knicks in my head and flesh
as your leavetaking pounded dents in my heart and spirit
and broke my blithering mind in half...
but, neither of us, could keep the plane from taking you away...
what we had that week was beautiful to the point of hurting...
a sword, together, happily hand in hand, we lunged upon time after time...
but, neither of us, could keep the plane from taking you away...
in hindsight, i now realize, i should have drugged you,
or knocked you out, tied you up, and spirited
you away to a darkly thicketed corner
of the east Texas countryside...kept you in an
abandoned smokehouse...i just couldn't
figure out, how you were going to write
poetry with your wrists tied...in retrospect...
just this moment...i realize i could have taken the gag
from your delicious cider flavored mouth and between kisses,
i could have taken dictation from you...i warn you, from my heart...
when you come back again...you will not escape this time...
if i have to call in a bomb threat to the airlines to ground your plane...
i am risky and shameless, without regret for this love
that has awakened the proverbial walking dead...
the hard rain pounded knicks in my head and flesh
as your leavetaking pounded dents in my heart and spirit
and broke my blithering mind in half...
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Post by bichsa on Feb 16, 2007 17:33:16 GMT -6
How I missed this beauty is beyond me .Fantastic!
peace c.
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Post by dawness on Feb 19, 2007 2:52:13 GMT -6
let it go, let it go--- fantastic reads here!
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two hearts are better than one
especially if they beat
one, two, three.
palpitating
resting
throbbing together
not knowing exactly
why.
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 19, 2007 21:24:53 GMT -6
gorgeous works people, keep up the great work!! xx Soul
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Post by dawness on Feb 20, 2007 3:59:09 GMT -6
knowing how many buds grow in your
fingertips,
i bend and tip the fields
to watch how the flowers grow
so ravishingly gold
and violet blue,
and spring hasn't arrived yet.
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Post by anirbas on Feb 26, 2007 21:25:50 GMT -6
From my heart
life sounds emanate.
It beats steadily
against my chest
like a blinking
red stop light.
If I lay my hand
over it I can feel
the reverberating
echo of it's life song.
But, something's wrong.
I can feel my heart beating
but I can't feel anything but dread.
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Post by bichsa on Mar 2, 2007 15:47:38 GMT -6
Great love in each piece ,great work ladies,You make me all squishy inside hehe ,much love to all of you ,peace C.
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Post by dawness on Mar 4, 2007 11:58:55 GMT -6
from my heart
handwritten long hand
please don't short cut the endearments
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