Poetry
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This is a collection of some poetry that I found whether it be online or from friends. I do not know the authors or where it all came from. I've been given these poems through emails etc. So if anyone recognizes one of these poems, please let me know who the author is so I can give them proper recognition for there work. Thanks! |
A Mon Amour
Caught
somewhere
between
reality and fantasy
a
smile lingers on the edge o f dream-
slowly
fading as the sun rises.
Yawning,
stretching, blinking
away
the urge to stay
in
this place and recapture
a
dream that is quickly being forgotten.
The
day begins and with
it
dream are pushed aside.
During
the day images resurface,
interrupting
the monotony
that
fills the hours.
Reminding
myself what
created
that long lost smile.
The
way you looked when you
smiled
last night, mysterious eyes,
a
mischievous grin.
What
were you thinking?
Will
I ever know?
The
taste of your lips when
I
kissed you goodnight,
The
feel of your skin
against
my fingertips.
How
can I have forgotten?
Being
held in your arms
feeling
safe and secure.
Your
strength and your love
holding
me together
when
there was no other.
One
by one images fall into
place
like the thousand pieces
of
a broken puzzle.
Something
remembered.
A smile regained.
Decisions
It?s
strange how trapped
and
alone I feel in a
world
full of people and
opportunities
hidden behind doors.
Who
do I talk to?
What
thresholds do I cross?
Why
am I asking you?
I
wish I knew which choices
were
right.
Who
do I please?
You
or me?
If
I choose you,
where
does that leave me?
If
things go wrong,
can
I blame you?
It
doesn?t really matter
how
you answer.
I?ll
blame you anyway.
Maybe
I?ll choose me.
I?ll
make the right decisions.
I
won?t be wrong.
I can?t be wrong.
Why
couldn?t I be wrong?
Would
the world come to
an
end if
I took a wrong turn?
Does
achieving less than perfect
mark
me a failure for eternity?
It
might, but it hasn?t yet.
I?m
going to take a chance
and
depend on myself
for
awhile.
Who knows.
Maybe
a wrong turn will
take
me exactly
where I want to go.
Untitled
By
Laura Bulcher
In
silence he enters
slicing
her soul
severing
her solitude
soothing
her suffering.
In
silence he unknowingly enters
enlightening
her life
encroaching
her consciousness
encompassing
her heart.
In
silence he unknowingly, perhaps unwillingly, enters
the
very part of her that is HER.
In
silence he hurts
his
soul needing to be sliced
his
solitude craving to be severed
his
suffering yearning to be soothed.
In
silence he solitarily hurts...
so
he thinks...
In
silence that very part of her
that
very part of her that is HER
that
very part of her that is HER which he unknowingly, unwillingly entered...
In
silence she simultaneously hurts
suffering
though he does not know
aching
though she does not understand
loving
though she cannot help.
Holes
sitting
by myself
sitting
here alone
thinking
of all I've lost
thinking
of all I've known
alone
here
I am
with
the holes in my soul
with
the holes
with
my holes
every time
it
happens
every time
wishing,
longing
for
that perfect rhyme
the
people I have lost
the
loves
all
betrayed
the
time and the past
the
holes that they've made
oh,
my holes
cheating
my dreams
taking
my hopes
oh,
the holes of tomorrow
made
with so many ropes
alone
here
I am
with
the holes in my heart
with
the holes
only
my holes
that
one was a fave...here is one I chose for you
People
with People
I
looked around
and
all I found
people
with people
not
making a sound
folded
hands
embracing
arms
clinging
to bodies
and
sharing their charms
I
looked around
and
all I see
people
with people
but
no one with me
crying
myself
to
sleep every night
I
hide from myself
but,
oh, what a sight
and
can you imagine
the
torture that stayed
the
worst horror movie
my
dreams ever played
to
awake the next morning
and
with tears in my eye
I
peer out the window
and
glare at the sky
but
the dream quickly fades
as
I look down the street
seeing
people with people
holding
hands in the heat
seeing
far away places
in
each others eyes
and
sharing emotions
they
couldn't disguise
and
I wonder, sometimes
if
that is the dream
surreal
at a glance
but
so real it does seem
and
I awake the next morning
with
tears in my eyes
for
I'm not one of those people...
...my
eye never dries.
Untitled
By
Laura Bulcher
we
typed for hours into days
we
talked for weeks into months
our
lives becoming so intertwined
the
beginnings and the ends
were
nowhere to be found
yet
never did we meet--
never
able to put mind, wit,
heart,
soul
and
body together
those
crushing forces
of
reality and fear
pummeled
the happiness
stole
the heat
froze
our two hearts to a tundra
your
phantom typing still crosses my vision
your
once-warm voice still stirs my soul
never
can I remove the stinging
of
the way we said goodbye
back
into the monitor-sized box you take yourself
never
realizing how much of me
you've
taken with you too
the
typical modern romance story:
forward
and the prologue...
where
is our beginning?
where
is our plot with
suspense,
joy and substance?
where
is our happy ending?
it
exists not...
for it is an internet love.
"To the One I Love..."
Feelings cannot always be described...
What words can be used to convey
A description of caring and love
Through actions, I know what to say
Your love offers me security
With you, the rest of my life belongs
Willingly surrendered into your arms
I can think of no place safer or as strong
My feelings for you run so deep
The reach of my love is infinite
Your presence livens my spirits
My life is complete with you in it
You are the sun that lights my life
Your love shines like rays of happiness
If you were removed from me....
Like the night with no moon...Absolute Darkness
I thank God for placing you in my life
I look to heaven...A tear escapes my eye
You are the crutch upon which my life rests
For upon your death...I shall wish to die
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