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posted by OakTown_Queen
My tình yêu is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the thêm I entreat
hoặc how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed bởi her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much thêm in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What thêm miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle ngọn lửa, chữa cháy with wonderful device
Such is the power of tình yêu in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
posted by sunshinedany
~ 2 of my yêu thích tình yêu poems ~

WHEN bạn ARE OLD
by William Butler Yeats

When bạn are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding bởi the fire, take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with tình yêu false hoặc true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;


And bending down beside the glowing bars murmur, a little sadly, how tình yêu fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars.

LOVESONG bởi Ted...
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posted by bettyboop1996
why did bạn cheat on me?
why did I deserve that?
I loved bạn so much, I still do,
and if bạn asked for me back,
I would probably come.

that's because I tình yêu you,
and you've got a hold on me,
why did I have to see you,
with another girl in your arms,
your a cheat that's all I can say!!

I loved bạn and bạn just threw it away,
but that's it im done with bạn now,
im not trying anymore,
I could of been the best thing bạn ever had,
bạn don't know what bạn have got until bạn loose it,
your a cheat and that's all I can say,
now its time for me to go my own way.
Though your mischievous eyebrows
Give bạn a singular air,
Not that of an angel,
Sorceress with Siren's eyes,

I adore you, my madcap,
My ineffable passion!
With the pious devotion
Of a priest for his idol.

Your stiff tresses are scented
With the desert and forest,
Your head assumes the poses
Of the enigma and key.

Perfume lingers about your flesh
Like incense about a censer,
You charm like the evening,
Tenebrous, passionate nymph.

Ah! the most potent philtres
Are weaker than your languor,
And bạn know the caresses
That make the dead live again !

Your haunches are enamored
Of your back and your bosom
And bạn delight...
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posted by chattycatty
sorry for hateing you
sorry for everything

wish i could retrace my steps that day
now your gone moved away
i wish i could stand face to face with you

and say sorry for hurting bạn sorry for everything ive done
i hope your not dead i hope your alive if bạn are hear đọc this my friend im sorry so sorry

i understand my friend if bạn will not forgive me i chose to be mad at bạn when bạn tried to apolagize
just know this Những người bạn are forever

i will keep bạn in my head if i forget ill still have bạn in my heart
and hopefully bạn will keep me in yours now your gone bạn wont see me but bạn have raised me up higher than the mountains

youve raised me up to thêm then i can be
i was strong when i was on your sholders
i am sorry carolyn kellar for what has happend
posted by ThornedRose
I di chuyển a hundred steps
to fix my pace
but all your love
inflicts my grace
falling
running
trying to get clean
but the confort
your love
it captures me

I di chuyển behind the lines
to hide from the new
to hide from from addiction
to hide from you
falling
running
trying to hide
but the meledy
the sound
it drags me back

I di chuyển between the beats
to cover my sins
but everytime your near me
The bottle of gin, rượu gin slowly didapears
falling
falling
sweeter than life
your tình yêu is a drug
your tình yêu is my high
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poem
thi ca
As life flutters bởi on Angel's wings

The wind whips my hair as I ride through the desolite night sky

My tim, trái tim leaps with joy, and drowns wih sorrow

I'm falling down... farther into the abyss

I grab on to a passing Angel's wings
It's my Angel

I stil fall
Unable to let go of My Angel

My Angel, He's broken
Drowning his sorrows in pain
His pain in sorrows

He has seen this unperfect world
Wanting to fix it, trying to fix it

It crushed his soul, broke his spirit
I have seen this world as he has seen it

It broke me too

And we plumet together
Streatched to our braking points

As life fluters bởi on Angel's wings
added by irena83
Source: Me... <3
posted by juicyjossy9
Walt
Whitman



I have perceiv’d that to be
With those i like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest
At evening is enough,
To be surrounded bởi beautiful,
Curious, breathing,
Laughing flesh is enough…

I do not ask any thêm delight,
I swim in it as in a sea.
There is something in staying close
To men and women and looking on them,
And in the contact and odor of them,
That pleases the soul well,

All things please the soul,
But these please the soul well.

* * * * * * *

Live high, live mighty, live righteously, taking it easy [Jason Mraz]
Smile wider, look closer, and think broader [Blend Apparel]
--- LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9
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posted by irena83
The black rose
describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
bạn should take a good look
before bạn touch it.

bạn may be hurt
if bạn don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
bạn might be hurt.

Careful what bạn wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
bạn should know what
you’re indulge.

The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.

He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...

Without a goal
bạn don’t live,
bạn just watch
your life fading,
without tình yêu
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.
posted by sawfan13
Raised bởi wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he tình yêu me? Does he know what tình yêu is?"
My Những người bạn and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, Victorious yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
hoặc just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.
posted by sawfan13
Poem About Criss Angel:

Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
bạn always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
bạn have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when bạn remove quarters from your arm using a knife, hoặc cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know bạn will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
bạn amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person bạn really are
I know how bạn feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel Công chúa tóc xù and creative
Because bạn inspire me
Shelby Gray
Essay #3
1/23/13
    Darkness creeps it's way into everyone's mind at a certain point in thier lives. It
worms into the mind without a sound and slowly, over time, grasps at the tim, trái tim until,
from the very depths of the dark underworld, it completely ensnares it. Edgar Allen Poe,
an eighteenth centry poet and writer of short stories , displayed many signs of that very
same darkness. The encounters in his mind were often of lingering evil, life after death,
torture, and other unspeakable horrors. One piece of this madman's work, in paticular,
caught the attention...
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posted by irena83
bạn devastate this land of mine,
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.

On this field of my innosence
bạn took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.

But yours,
bạn grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
bạn lấy trộm, đánh cắp water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
posted by arylynn10
A woman's life is a rose.

Each petal containing a portion of life.

The diligent journey wil be perfect.

As bạn live, your rose grows weaker.

Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.

The many years yearning for unity has ceased.

The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.

God will welcome bạn with kindly eyes.

Your sacred rose will live on.

A woman's life is a rose.

By: Arylynn10
and it đã đưa ý kiến it has to be longer to be an bài viết so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah