Poems for all!!

here is one of my favorite Love Poems

Desmond has his barrow in the market place...
Molly is the singer in a band...
Desmond says to Molly "Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.

Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelry store...
Buys a twenty carat golden ring...
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door...
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.

In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home,
With a couple of kids running in the yard,
Of Desmond and Molly Jones... (Ha ha ha ha ha)

Happy ever after in the market place...
Desmond lets the children lend a hand...
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face...
And in the evening she still sings it with the band...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.

In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home,
With a couple of kids running in the yard,
Of Desmond and Molly Jones...
Happy ever after in the market place...
Molly lets the children lend a hand...
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face...
And in the evening she's a singer with the band...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.


And if you want some fun...take Ob-la-di-bla-da (Thank you)

Here is this poem in the form of music (writen by the beatles)

here is another one (this is a country song writen by the beatles)

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of dakota
There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young rocky in the eye, rocky didnt like that
He said Im gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon

Rocky raccoon checked into his room
Only to find gideons bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was magil and she called herself lil
But everyone knew her as nancy

Now she and her man who called himself dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said danny boy this is a showdown
But daniel was hot - he drew first and shot
And rocky collapsed in the corner

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said rocky you met your match
And rocky said, doc its only a scratch
And Ill be better, Ill be better doc as soon as I am able

Now rocky raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find gideons bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good rockys revival

here is a cute video I found

those are good

another one


They softly walk

They are not gone who pass
Beyond the clasp of hand,
Out from the strong embrace.
They are but come so close
We need not grope with hands,
Nor look to see, nor try
To catch the sound of feet.
They have put off their shoes
Softly to walk by day
Within our thoughts, to trend
At night our dream-led paths
Of sleep.

They are not lost who find
The sunset gate, the goal
Of all their faithful years.
Not lost are they who reach
The summit of their climb,
The peak above the clouds
And stroms. They are not lost
Who find the light of sun
And stars and god.
They are not dead who live
In hearts they leave behind.
In those whom they have blessed
They live a life again,
And shall live through the yeards
Eternal life, and grow
Each day more beautiful
As time declares their good,
Forgets the rest, and proves
Their immortality.

i wrote that for my uncles funeral so it's not that new

Oh it's a shame that I have to tape over,
Those elysian smiles I thought I'd keep forever.
I remember it all like it was yesterday...
Forget all, Set it down, hit record.
And back away... My intestines are fastening laces,
Intolerable to fucking untangle.
These vigilant eyes can't keep off the timekeepers.
Second hand every angle.

What's keeping you waiting?
Usually out before I open my eyes.
Why did you pick today?
To epilate between your thighs...

Are you waiting for his tongue to come?
And brush against your cleaned trimmed hair?
I hope he knows, that curvilinear gyrating space,
Won't be the only thing he'll taste down there.
Stop to think about it.
If we've both flooded the same skin...
You've tasted me,
I've tasted you,
Who knows how many places,
My tongue has been?
My tongue has been...

I left, you stayed, I hoped and prayed.
That these nauseating thoughts weren't true.
Before we met, I wouldn't bet,
I would give up nihilism for you!
Nothing ever made sense,
Was I even real?
Took everything wouldn't touch,
And made me feel
I had all my faith in you,
That you would never commit and act of deceit,
To wake up in the ante meridian
Knowing there would be solid ground to support my feet.

If it is alright to conceal the truth,
Then when does the concealment end, and lying begin?
Tell me when? Tell me when? This is a maudlin motion picture.
A theme song in search of a movie,
I've got the perfect script to match this tune.
Who really knows what goes on in the afternoon?
Lets not ruin the surprise.

I don't buy these incredulous denials,
Do you think you've found the exit,
To your escape? I really shouldn't be thinking this way,
It would put my mind at ease,
If I caught your ass on tape.
They'll be no excuses baby.
I'll forward this to your friends and family.

Maybe I should reconsider this diagnosis,
Lets think things out before we conclude.
Commonly a virtuoso at these procedures,
But this was the saddest thing my eyes have ever viewed.

The postmeridian hours that we performed,
Seemed like such a perfunctory routine,
But I can obviously tell by the footage here,
That you're in love with his machine!
How could you do this to me?
Next time you won't get out so easily.
Now that I know what I'm up against;
I came prepared.
Bat in hand behind the closest door I painfully stared.
Say "hello" to this bark, in-between your teeth.
Soon you will also be bleeding from underneath.
It took balls to do what you've done.
Having your manhood in your mouth is no fun.
And as for you darling, you're going no where,
It's kind of hard to move when you're tied to a chair.

See there's a twist to this lovely,
For you too see.
What's hiding in your wardrobe
Isn't a shopping spree.

Comes out to stilts supporting the wait of lust,
I always thought you were someone I could always trust.
Now watch this we smacking flesh,
I'm sure you don't even care.
But with your eyelids sown back to your brows.
This leaves you forced to stare.

With a wire wrapped around his neck,
Tightly tied to a tree,
There he stood on the top of the cliff,
With his inanimate life, above the sea.
He drinks his virulent drink.
And sets himself on fire.

Pulls the trigger though the midair;
Misses his head and snaps the wire.
Now choking and strangling in the water,
His body begins to sink.
Not only did that put out the flames.
But he regurgitated his drink.
This wasn't the worse thing that could happen...yes it is.
We're dying slowing again...we're dying
Slowly again?

Stop, rewind, watch them die.
Oh don't you love to play it back, and watch it all over?

nice

here i share some love poems.

A matter to be reckoned with

I look for you to quench my thirst.
You are like the finest red wine
I most certainly deserve.

Your fragrance and soft serenity
surrounds you like a warm glow,
and like a moth to a flame.
I am drawn to you
like a husband coming home.

Falling into your arms,
I have found paradise.
I love the tenderness of your embrace,
you are the sister of angels,
and I can see it in your face.

Your very beautiful eyes,
those soft warm sweet lips,
and all the rest of you
that I have missed.
I would wait a hundred years
for just your kiss.
And when we kiss,
I'll take a sip to sample your essence.
Savoring the flavor of pleasure and bliss
that drips from our lips like falling dreams.

Drinking my fill,
you are always the first.
Quenching more than my thirst
like a warm cloudburst
in the middle of a quiet storm.
Satisfying our present and future
and the after taste of our repast
will come and go, and come again.
When I look for you to satisfy
another more primal need.

nice new person

Twas Late at night and all could see
the head and body of the macinigy

a fearsome beast, if ever there was
but he was constently laughed at becouse
all over his body he's covered in fuzz.

one day someone laughed a little to hard
and found in there eye a peice of glass shard
for the monster I speak of is a broken glass breather
its name is macinigy and it needs a new heater.

Ok i read some but not all very nice pomes.

Life is a mystery

Life is a mystery every one must stand alone.
Life is a mytery never knowing were it's going
to take you. You live your life day by day not
knowing what will happn the ownly thing you
know thats going to happn is we all will die
To day or tomorrowo we think that we know
what will happn but we don't there for Life is
a mystery evry one must stand alone.


What Dreams Are Made Of

What dreams are made of
is a hope a wish some thing
to keeps you going to never
give up they are just some
thing that we need some thing
to pas on to outher to help them
to help you this is what dreams are
made of.

Rose

A Red rose is love
A black rose is deth
A white rose is life
Live your life to it's fullist

Winter

I was born on the coldist night
to see the blankit of white snow
to see the glitter in the snow
to see the beauty of the world
couvered in snow

and what does that mean sakamae?

it means that maxwell's silver hammer has come down upon his head, he is confused though becouse maxwells silver hammer didn't make sure that he was dead.

ahh ok

No i ment i read some of them but i didn't read all of them. They are all very nice/good.

ok.

okay then.

yeah

yeah? What's yeah all about?

i may not be on here for a long time guys

What!!!!! why not??

they just put an date on my mom giving her two months live so she wants me to spend more time with her but i'll still be able to get on though i think

Oh i see. I'm sorry

I like a woman cintinsed to death, a woman thats gonna live is fun but one who is going to die is almost always full of life. I am sorry for your lose, but you should have fun with your mom while she is here and save the tears till she doesn't have to see them.

dude she isn't dead yet!

Sorrow my mom is dieing to but unlike you i don't see her very offtin. So don't feel to bad about it i'm in the same boat as you.

i'm sorry sakamae

we need to get back to poems

No it's fine Sorrow.

Yes we do.

First Seasons Of Love

I would like to take-off
My schoolgirl's apron
Unbind my talisman
Of infancy
Untie my braid
'Cause after you
I'm no longer young

I would like to discover
In my humanity
As a woman
The female feeling

You man deprived me
From my weapons
Crushed my armies of defense
Defeated my lines of resistance
You stirred my appetite
To taste love
And surrender to the flow of fondness

I would like to enter with you
A cavern of passion
And call its door
To close behind us forever
And drink together
From the pitchers of love
Till the sip of drunkenness
Where the short moment
Becomes long and exciting
Where we discover a unique time
Neither morning
Nor night
When the sun stays beside the moon


You man is so pure
Couldn't be born
By a human being
But by a river

So honest
Couldn't have been fed
By a human being's breast
But with a tree's milk

You man spitted my rock's heart
Without hesitation
When we first met
And burst the falls of my senses
And with you my life
Knows no more weariness

Thats reall good.


No one else love

No one else love but yours
no matter how much some
one else trys to win my love
I wont let them take it way from
you because i love you & your
love is all i need to help me get
though the day.

So don't let me go because love is like
a butterfly holed it to tightly you'll crush it
but holed it to loosely & it will fly way.

I don't need any ones else love but your
because i love you & no one can take that way
from you so holed on to it like it's a butterfly
to see the glory of there love to fill there tuch
of wormth to fill like you belong with them
to show your love to them & shell thay for ever
be your for ever.

SNOZZZBERRIES!