Your Favorite Poems

.. they swirl like butterflies through a breeze
.. they float through clouds over the seas
.. two beautiful souls they bring such love
.. two precious spirits each like a dove
.. all the laughter, moments and cuddles
.. all the running and jumping in puddles
.. my blessings, my giggles, my little feet
.. my strengths, my courage, my heart beat
.. these two little people make each day
.. these two little people I watch them play
.. so thankful I am for my little girl and boy
.. so thankful I am given to me to enjoy
Melissa <>
Krugersdorp, South africa - Friday, December 18, 2015 at 16:50:47 (EST)

I watch the events unfold, again.
The smashing and screaming,
The crying and madness.

His eyes, insane as always.
Tears pouring, like a stream,
Drowning him, killing him.

A pause, it goes on forever.
I fear something has happened,
Until understanding shines in his eyes.

He looks up at the sky.
And his lips move in silence,
Increasing in volume and confidence.

"Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name."

He falls to his knees.
A crack on the stone,
Muffled by his prayer.

"Thy Kingdom come.
They will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven."

His tears have stopped.
His eyes, now closed,
As he is lost in another plane.

"Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us."

A memory of when he was young.
Laughing and singing with me,
Learning together the words that fall from his lips.

"And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil."

I fall beside him, hugging him.
Letting the rain wash away our shame,
I join him, our voices clear and strong together.

"For thine is the kingdom,
And the power,
And the glory,
For ever and ever.

We sit, still and close.
Finally he shifts and his eyes greet mine,
And for the first time in years, I see understanding.

And understanding hit me.
As I held him and stroked his hair,
I realised he was saved. By God.

“Mom, he came to me, he did.
He told me to find him in the sky,
And to embrace his love with faith.

So I looked up to the sky,
And I felt so Free of Anger!
I felt so alive and happy, like I used to.”

He stared into the heavens.
I followed his gaze, and heard a voice.
A voice so soft, it was almost not there.

"Care for him, Marie,
As his hard life is over,
And a new chapter begins for him, and you.

With that, I smiled.
My son wasn’t lost anymore,
And we could move on as before.
With God in our hearts, and in our Soul.
Sarah Sommerville <>
UK - Monday, May 04, 2009 at 11:09:07 (EDT)

Man you know the place lovelist of woman? go and follow the flock and find pasture for your goats. woman your lips cover me with kisses, your love is better than you delight me let the green grass be our bed.
Emmanuel Ubasineke <emma_felista@hotmail>
ORLU , IMO NIGERIA - Wednesday, August 29, 2007 at 13:08:04 (EDT)

A world in darkness
A world in pain
A childhood forgotton looked away with the shame
A new life started
BUt no where to hide
From the monster thats eating me on the inside
I crave to remember my past shaded black
And yet im scared to let the memories come back
Crystal Dipietro <>
brisbane, QLD Australia - Saturday, June 30, 2007 at 11:36:29 (EDT)

The Love that I Have is All that I Have

The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the lfie that I
have is is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours
and yours
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but
a pause
For the peace of my
years in the long
green grass
will be yours and
yours and yours
charles rudge <>
UK - Sunday, July 02, 2006 at 13:11:24 (EDT)

Alone we are born
And die alone:
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
Over snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
Ride easy, stranger:
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.

- James K. Baxter
Juju <>
Auckland, New Zealand - Sunday, May 28, 2006 at 02:06:22 (EDT)

Pretty women wonder where the secret lies i am not cute or built to fit a fashoin models size but when they ask me they think i am telling lies i say, its in the rrach of my arms the span of my hips the stride of my steps the curl of my lips I am a women Phenomenally Phenomenal women thats me i walk into a room Just as cool as you please ANd to a man the fellows stand or fall to their knees then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees I say Its the fire in my eyes and the flash of my teeth the swing of my waist and the joy in my feet I am a women Phenomenal women thats me Men themselves have wondered what they see in me they try so much but they can't touch my inner mystery when I try to tell to show them They still can't see I say It's the arch of my back and the sun of my smile the ride of my breasts the grace of my styl I am a women Phenomenally Phenomenal women thats me.
It has really taoght me how to be a phenomenal women Thanks for it Maya you are my idol
Ziakia Brothers <>
philadelphia, Pa USA - Tuesday, December 06, 2005 at 15:58:29 (EST)

Palm Of His Hands

He has our Hearts
and yes he created our souls'
we are his blessings
no matter when the anchor is thrown
I kneel to pray
and his plan extends to my soul
now I am reborn
I need not to crawl anymore
there is no doubt
God always had me in the Palm of his hands
If ever I call
His love will be his deliverance in hand.

copyrighted by Feon Davis 2004
Miss Feon Davis <>
Morehead, NC USA - Friday, July 29, 2005 at 12:23:32 (EDT)


I loved to go to Grandpa's place
I'd spend my summers there
He let me sleep in his big bed
and read in his big chair

We read, we talked, we sang a lot
and sometimes we'd go fishing
When Mom asked me to make a wish
She knew what I'd be wishin'!

Grandpa told me tales of dragons
and of Knights in olden days
He talked about his childhood
of places he would play

He had an old red wagon
pretended it was a car
He'd get that motor runnin'
and though he didn't get too far~~

To hear him talk, he traveled to
so many different places
to funny towns made up of clowns
with painted, checkered faces.
To snow covered valleys and hot desert land
His imagination had no end
and I know that everywhere he went
My Grandpa made a friend.

He'd tell me bedtime stories
and not get mad when asked for more
He'd sneak me lots of cookies
then he'd shut the bedroom door
so Grandma couldn't see us
because she'd yell and shake her fingers
but we made those memories, we did
~~and to this day they linger.

I wish that every boy could have
someone like my Grandpa
I love you, Grandpa and I see
you in an evening star
You're riding on the Milky Way
with twinkling lights just draggin'
and I see an Angel right behind
Pullin' that red wagon!

~ Kacey~~copyright 2002-2003-2004-2005

Kacey <>
Winchester, VA USA - Saturday, February 05, 2005 at 20:05:22 (EST)

Robin, your site improves with each of my visits.
I like what you are doing..very interesting.
I lived in MD for many years-Montgomery County-Gaithersburg-Kentlands.
Keep up the good work..lovely pages and graphics and interesting reading!
Kacey <>
Winchester, VA USA - Saturday, February 05, 2005 at 20:01:22 (EST)

Fear corrodes my dreams tonight and mist has greyed my hills,
Mountains seem too tall to climb, December winds are chill.
There's no comfort on the earth, I am a child abandoned,
Till I feel your hand in mine-and laugh down lonely canyons.

Snow has bent the trees in grief, my summer dreams are dead,
Flowers are but ghostly stalks, the cloud drift dull as lead.
There's no solace in the sky, I am a child abandoned,
Till we chase the dancing moon-And laugh down lonely canyons.

Birds have all gone south too soon and frogs refuse to sing,
Deer lie hidden in the woods, the trout asleep till spring.
There's no wisdom in the wind, I am a child abandoned,
Till we race across the fields-And laugh down lonely canyons.

Darkness comes too soon tonight, the trees are silent scars,
Rivers rage against the rocks and snow conceals the stars.
There's no music in the air, I am a child abandoned,
Till I feel my hand in yours-And laugh down lonely canyons.

By James Kavanaugh
Carol P. <>
Fort Myers, Fl USA - Saturday, October 09, 2004 at 20:54:14 (EDT)

Katmandu Valley 2004

(Dedicated to Koel)

I just can't stay away from you,
I just can't take this pain any more.
But I do.

The night is dark in the valley of Katmandu.
I don't know what to do now baby.
Without you and your touch,
I had lived away too much.

When some dim lights flicker on the mountain,
I look through the windowpane.
My eyes get stuck to no where.
Since you’ve left, I'm so lost all the time my dear!

Never thought that years together
How much you've loved me.
I couldn't see what I see today
Which is a pity.
Now a thick rain-loving cloud on the valley
Blowing me away from this hotel-room
To a million-miles-away city
Where you wait for me with longing and care.

On this earth—beautiful and painful—
I wait for a day to come
When we two will find a right place to stay together
With honor, with love;
High above these days of sores and despair.
Make sure, we would then welcome...

Shumon <>
Dhaka, Bangladesh - Friday, September 24, 2004 at 11:05:08 (EDT)

little birdie in the sky why did you do that in my eye
daddy <>
USA - Wednesday, September 01, 2004 at 12:17:11 (EDT)

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.
hugh <>
palm desert, ca USA - Tuesday, June 29, 2004 at 21:07:20 (EDT)

For every tear you shed,
I shed one to,
For every time ypu smile,
I smile to,
For every time you laugh,
I laugh to,
Thats the way it is,
Its just me and you.

For every step you take,
I take one to,
For every time you run,
I'll run to,
Take a skip and a hop,
And i will to,
Thats the way it is,
Its just me and you.

For all the years we've friends,
They will never end,
For all the jokes we've shared,
They will never end,
And the friendship that we have,
Now that will never end,
But i guess thats the way it is,
Its just me and you.
Charlie <none>
England, UK USA - Sunday, May 09, 2004 at 09:28:31 (EDT)


THE shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device--

His brow was sad; his eye beneath
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath;
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue--

In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright,
Above,the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan--

"Try not the pass," the old man said:
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead;
The roaring torrent is deep and wide."
And loud that clarion voice replied,

"Oh, stay," the maiden said, "and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered with a sigh,

"Beware the pine-tree's withered branch!
Beware the awful avalanche!"
This was the peasant's last Good-night:
A voice replied, far up the height:

At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,

A traveller, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device,

There in the twilight, cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star--

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lynn Bellair <>
St Clair Shores, MI USA - Thursday, May 06, 2004 at 23:24:48 (EDT)

A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

'Life that shall send A challenge to its end, And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.''



Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.


Life is real—life is earnest—
And the grave is not its goal:
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.


Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.


In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!


Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act—act in the glorious Present!
Heart within, and God o'er head!


Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footsteps on the sands of time.


Footsteps, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.


Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Carolyn <>
Lawrence, KS USA - Wednesday, February 18, 2004 at 12:04:12 (EST)

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a, a USA - Sunday, February 01, 2004 at 22:46:37 (EST)

For Charlie Beaulieu in Yellowknife
(who told me to go back to the south
and write another poem about Indians)

Afterwards when we climbed out into the black hills, like two small outlaws determined to live, the smile on your face provided no camouflage.

You showed me the village where your mother had lived, a glint on the horizon like a mirror tilted in sunlight to guide you safely back.
Not your own mother, you told me, but
an adopted one. They killed her with cheap wine and took off without paying anything.

Your father was hunting. When he came home her face was fat as a beer barrel. He cut off her head and buried it in a sack. The police claimed the rest of her body.

Later while you gathered food, I picked flowers. The foxtails and the fireweed made a perfect bed.
I did not ask for words this time, or forgiveness, or even a dream to help me sleep.

That morning I had seen you shoot an arrow three miles over the lake. Whatever you hit died. Together we rowed out as if some bond had been made; all day I grew stiff under your bright shadow.

That night I was cold when your quick fingers cut into me, picking the choice bits. There was no way to stop the bleeding then, or the stench of my last supper. You wrapped each piece carefully, my heart among them.
Thirteen red bundles. You laughed as I counted.

You made me whole at last. I was breathing lightly though you held up my lungs as if to prove I was only pretending. Blood spilled over my face, onto my pale hands. My eyes filled up with something we would call tears but weeping, you told me, was part of another ritual.

Then you put price tags on all my bones, souvenirs for summer trade.
I understood then that I did not own anything, not even the past though there were some crimes I could not easily deny.

I wanted to make peace but you said
there were no survivors. You spat on your skinning knife, beginning to make progress.
Written by Susan Musgrave
David Walton <>
London, United Kingdom - Wednesday, January 21, 2004 at 18:16:42 (EST)


All the pain I felt
Is nothing compared to things I've seen and done.
Scars left on my mind
Leaving the painful memories behind,
In a whirlpool of thoughts
Swimming in my head,
Blocking every vision
Possibly, so I don't get hurt again.

Words can cut like knives
Deep into the flesh.
Wounds remain from the past
Leaving scars all over
In pain and agony I stand

The pictures flash yet again,
Cutting deeper and deeper
Every time they flash
Past my eyes and straight into my heart
Rotting away as it bleeds inside

Now my blood rushes
Out of my veins and onto the bed,
Flooding the room into a red pool
Of forgotten thoughts
And memories of the past

Down the drain they flow
Never to be tasted again


Brandi <>
Pittsburgh, pa USA - Wednesday, December 24, 2003 at 17:22:45 (EST)

*Emotional Change*

It all starts as such a simple venture
Then becomes complex with
The waves of emotion
Some try to void the
Senses with censure
But I'm here to tell
In a courageous notion.

It all moves so fast
And some may believe
That life is not life
Without redemption
The negative compromises
Account enough to be seen
They just add to the teenage
Mentality's tension.

Others are above the
Low-down trouble
They seem royal, but
They sparkle with sadness
For their screams are
Just amplified double
To live thru all this
Should be considered madness

So just live life to the fullest
And you'll be considered perfect
Because the blank eyes of freedom
Are all you need to surface.
Jon'Tay A. <>
Jax, FL USA - Wednesday, November 12, 2003 at 21:15:35 (EST)

VEXED: I sit back for days wondering where I went wrong Vexed, walking around VA singing the same old song. Telling myself shit will get betta just stay ahead of the game, Get the GUNS and shoot for a aim thats less stress on the brain, trying not to resort to the suicide thing. It seems I got life and I'm addicted to strife, nO one to love as I cry out to the man above, Screaming have I died and been sentenced to hail , struggling living in a one bedrom same size as a cell no chance of making Bail. Looking at Cribs with a ill ass grit on my face ready to grab the mask and catch a case just to get a short taste of the LIME LIGHT and you wonder why I"M vexed because daily I'm put to the test but thats when you will see BABYGIRL at her BEST, ONe LOVE
Baby GIRL <>
VA USA - Sunday, November 02, 2003 at 10:19:51 (EST)

Jomatia, The love of my life, sun in my Knight. You are so strong your love bears all, to the end of the earth my love will fall. Fall upon you and sheild you with a armour that only comes from when a man and woman are truly one. I look into your eyes I see my face, you are me, and I am you, as we fight for all of our dreams to come true. Dont run from your soulmate because tommorow may very well be to late. Embrace what we have and trust what you feel no that our love is all so real. Lets conquer the world bear a family and for once live and die truly, truly happpy.
Baby girl <>
nn, va USA - Saturday, November 01, 2003 at 20:57:22 (EST)

The Dong With The Luminous Nose

When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights; --
When the angry breakers roar
As they beat on the rocky shore; --
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore: --
Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
There moves what seems a fiery spark,
A lonely spark with silvery rays
Piercing the coal-black night, --
A Meteor strange and bright: --
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.
Slowly it wander, -- pauses, -- creeps, --
Anon it sparkles, -- flashes and leaps;
And ever as onward it gleaming goes
A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
And those who watch at that midnight hour
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as the wild light passes along, --
"The Dong! -- The Dong!
"The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
"The Dong! The Dong!
"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
Long years ago
The Dong was happy and gay,
Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
Who came to those shores one day.
For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did, --
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, --
"Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and the hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.
Happily, happily passed those days!
While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
they danced in circlets all night long,
to the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
in moonlight, shine, or shade.
For day and night he was always there
by the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
with her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
Till the morning came of that hateful day
When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
Gazing -- gazing for evermore, --
Ever keeping his weary eyes on
That pea-green sail on the far horizon, --
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill, --
"Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and the hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.
But when the sun was low in the West,
The Dong arose and said;
-- "What little sense I once possessed
Has quite gone out of my head!" --
And since that day he wanders still
By lake and Dorest, marsh and hills,
Singing -- "O somewhere, in valley or plain
"Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
"Forever I'll seek by lake and shore
"Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks,
and because by night he could not see,
He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
On the flowery plain that grows.
And he wove him a wondrous Nose, --
A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
Of vast proportions and painted red,
and tied with cords to the back of his head.
-- In a hollow rounded space it ended
With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
All fenced about
With a bandage stout
To prevent the wind from blowing it out; --
And with holes all round to send the light,
In gleaming rays on the dismal night.
And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild -- all night he goes, --
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
And all who watch at the midnight hour,
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
Moving along through the dreary night, --
"This is the hour when forth he goes,
"The Dong with a luminous Nose!
"Yonder -- over the plain he goes;
"He goes!
"He goes;
"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
Edward Lear
1812 - 1888

Derek <>
UK - Saturday, October 18, 2003 at 10:37:42 (EDT)

Shooting star
As i reach for the stars i see
a shooting star , break free, like me
Detach itself from loved ones around
Disintegrate into nothingness , without a sound.

for some its just a star to wish upon
silly foolish desires that vanish at dawn
.Wish i could grant you your wish, my sweet
When i sing my swan song and retreat.

all that i was, was a blink in time
none is forever.. nor yours nor mine
destiny brings us together or tears us apart
we just walk the path it solemnly charts.

Like the shooting star i'll blink and fade
in everyones memory soon i'll jade.
your mind sky no darker shall beFor the loss of one insignificant mE

Joy <>
mumbai, ms India - Sunday, October 05, 2003 at 05:34:11 (EDT)

Dear Child Within....for Isaiah.

For on this day your mother here struggles to keep you safe
The world is torn with half blue sky and the other is filled with hate
But your new life, as seen here
Is a tribute to all who are near
That life so beautiful in this darkened world is possible to exist
And I know that as this sunflower grows with new life that you are being blessed
With all the angels surrounding your mother, praying for your safe arrival
And all God's grace is within her soul to pass on to you forever.

Victoria , BC Canada - Saturday, October 04, 2003 at 21:02:08 (EDT)

You tell me you love me
I believe it's true.
Then you hurt me...
What am I supposed to do?
I don't want to sit around and cry
Because of you just disappearing.
Do not Lie,
Where did you go?
I really do love you
But it seems like sometimes you don't care.
What are you doing,
trying to "Get me out of your hair?"
I always forgive you
Even if I don't think I should.
I always say "I won't this time"
But I guess I always would.
I'm not asking for apologies,
Or want you to buy me gifts.
Just realize what I gave to you...
When I'm gone that's what you'll miss.

Gemstone <>
E.C., OH USA - Sunday, September 07, 2003 at 01:53:01 (EDT)


As I walk alone
and I leave you behind
I lose certain memoris
that I shall never find
While all my greates fears come true
I know you want to stay
But god knows that I love you so he took you,my love away
I cried for you
I tried to run
for the years come by
you're still the one
While I was held back
by careless men
who had no idea that my heart wouldn't mend
I hollered goodbye
to you,my true love
I dropped to the ground
no help from above
I watched as they took
my true love away
I watched as I saw you whisper and say...

Crystal Hereid <>
Clinton, Iowa USA - Tuesday, August 12, 2003 at 08:32:06 (EDT)


As I walk alone
and I leave you behind
I lose certain memoris
that I shall never find
While all my greates fears come true
I know you want to stay
But god knows that I love you so he took you,my love away
I cried for you
I tried to run
for the years come by
you're still the one
While I was held back
by careless men
who had no idea that my heart wouldn't mend
I hollered goodbye
to you,my true love
I dropped to the ground
no help from above
I watched as they took
my true love away
I watched as I saw you whisper and say...

crystal Hereid <>
Clinton, Iowa USA - Tuesday, August 12, 2003 at 08:31:13 (EDT)


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer

Wayne Keith <>
Yukon, OK USA - Saturday, August 09, 2003 at 15:20:37 (EDT)


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer

Wayne Keith <>
seminole, ok USA - Saturday, August 09, 2003 at 13:52:06 (EDT)


Despite the locks and bars that hold him,
And the awful chains that tightly bind,
The captive soul can still taste freedom,
Through the power of his creative mind.
If the will is there then naught can stop him,
In his mind he can make the darkness bright,
Indulge in carefree flights of fancy,
And throw off the sorrows of his plight.
He can soar in sweet imagination,
To watch the proud eagle on the wing,
To roam at will over heath and moor,
And pause to hear the skylark sing.
He can create in his mind any situation,
To relieve the tedium of the chore,
From a walk through a bustling city street,
To standing alone on a rocky shore.
Through the power of his will meet any challenge,
In the face of oppression remain unbowed,
React to all taunts with dignity,
And stand head and shoulders above the crowd.
And even if the world conspires,
To deny a man his liberty,
Defeat will never be acknowledged,
By the spirit that is forever free.

Roy Burton

Roy Burton <>
Freshwater, Isle of Wight UK - Tuesday, July 22, 2003 at 17:38:58 (EDT)

'Barking Dog' was written by Anne Rogers, it is from her poetry book 'The Shift Worker' you can check out her book on her website
Anne Rogers <>
Robertstown, SA Australia - Wednesday, July 02, 2003 at 11:27:18 (EDT)

Barking Dog

At two am in the middle of the night,
The dog began to bark.
It didn't stop till morning came,
And the light had banished the dark.
I tried everything I could think of,
To stop that stupid dog bark.

I opened the window a dozen times,
And stuck my head out to shout.
'Shut that noise up will you,
Or I'll come out and give you a clout'.
The dog just kept on barking,
It didn't even hear me shout.

At four thirty in the middle of the night,
I went out to find the hose.
I turned on the tap and aimed,
But the dog was never were the water goes.
Round and round the garden we ran,
In a frenzy as my anger rose.

After twenty minutes I was soaking wet,
The dog as dry as a bone.
The dog stood watching as I threw down the hose,
And let out a despairing groan,
A dog that barks all night long,
I have the misfortune to own.
Anne Rogers <>
Robertstown, SA Australia - Wednesday, July 02, 2003 at 11:13:01 (EDT)

In this time of need,
may The Lord strength me feed,
may my mind be clear as day and
my heart be glad I pray,
may I lift my head up high,
and believe that I can fly.
Melissa Teixeira <>
London, England United Kingdom - Thursday, June 19, 2003 at 09:33:19 (EDT)

"Running in place'

my mouth is dry
so all the wrong words
fly in all the wrong directions
annoying pridictable
scared to move ahead
scared to leave behind
all the trinkets i've loved, clooected,and invested in
but they are trinkets just the same
I have a heart and mind
dying inside for a name
so i sit here and smoke
all my trinkets dangled in front of me to prevoke
so i ask the world to quiet
to gather my thoughts
non-sensial babble continues
so instead of progress
i choose to destroy
so if you ask me to enjoy a good life with you
please understand
the slap across the face
because i'm sick and tired of running in place
melissa sandusky
melissa <>
corpus christi, tx USA - Wednesday, June 18, 2003 at 22:06:01 (EDT)

"Running in place'

my mouth is dry
so all the wrong words
fly in all the wrong directions
annoying pridictable
scared to move ahead
scared to leave behind
all the trinkets i've loved, clooected,and invested in
but they are trinkets just the same
I have a heart and mind
dying inside for a name
so i sit here and smoke
all my trinkets dangled in front of me to prevoke
so i ask the world to quiet
to gather my thoughts
non-sensial babble continues
so instead of progress
i choose to destroy
so if you ask me to enjoy a good life with you
please understand
the slap across the face
because i'm sick and tired of running in place
melissa sandusky
melissa <>
corpus christi, tx USA - Wednesday, June 18, 2003 at 21:34:40 (EDT)

How many people could the people pincher pinch if the people pincher could pinch people?
Steven Bonney <>
Hazleton, IA USA - Tuesday, May 13, 2003 at 21:16:01 (EDT)


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting;
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating;
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings- nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

cindy <>
BANGALORE, India - Wednesday, April 30, 2003 at 01:00:57 (EDT)

IF by Rudyard Kipling .is my favourite
cindy <>
BANGALORE, India - Wednesday, April 30, 2003 at 00:58:35 (EDT)

Dear friend, stay by my side,
for the road is hard and stony,
and there is far to go.
Give me your hand and guide me to safety,
when darkness falls.
Be there to lift me when I stumble, to tenderly bind my wounds.
Speak soft words of comfort to me,
when the storm cloude gather,
when the rain beats harshly upon my face,
when I am in despair.
Show me also the error of my judgement,
when my belief weakens,
or when I stray upon the wrong path,
for the road is long and perilous, and the temptations manifold.
Help me, dear friend, to wipe away my tears,
of pain and remorse,
when I consider the sorrow,
that I may have inflicted upon others,
for, in truth, that is not what I would have wished.
Stay, that I may feel the warmth,
of your arms around me,
for I rejoice in the power of your presence,
and your love,
and friendship,
for these transcend all mundane
and material things.
Dear friend, stay with me,
for I would not wish to continue,
this lifes journey,
without you,
by my side.

Roy Burton
Roy <>
Freshwater, Isle of Wight United Kingdom - Sunday, March 30, 2003 at 13:48:23 (EST)

Blind Sight
Mick L. Mirage

I can't beleive
I haven't met
the right one

I've searched
desperately everywhere far,
but never looking somewhere

I never knew
your finish line
was at your starting point.
Where you set off.

I never knew
I could find my match
right in front of my face
the one who had helped
with all that troubled lace.

Sometimes one person
searches everywhere
and gives up,
because the one thing they are looking for, is the one thing they can't see.

My match,
the one I couldn't find
stood up unexpectedly, right in front of me and said.
The one thing you were looking for
is the one thing you have always seen.
Mick Lindsey Mirage <>
Chicago, IL USA - Thursday, March 27, 2003 at 11:52:16 (EST)

Stevie Nicks

Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat...drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say...Women...they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you'll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat...drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost
What you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say...Women...they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you'll know

Mick Lendsey Mirage <>
Chicago, IL USA - Thursday, March 27, 2003 at 11:42:20 (EST)

After Awhile...
By: Veronica Shoffstall

After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all of your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
that you really are strong and you really have worth.

And you learn and learn...
with every goodbye you learn.
Lisa <>
Elko, NV USA - Friday, February 28, 2003 at 03:21:13 (EST)


Roses are red but I'm black
Roses bloom in early June but I'll bloom in early noon!
Rose die before snow lie but I'll die before I began my life!

Paj Txiv Duaj
Rothschild, WI USA - Tuesday, February 25, 2003 at 23:39:38 (EST)

its hard to not say i love you when i really do

its hard to think this isnt a dream when im not with you

its hard to picture you with someone eles falling in love

its hard to keep my mind off you when im in love

its hard not to look at you for no good reason

its hard to listen to all the talking and teasing

its hard to be away from you even for a few hours

its hard to think about wut isnt anymore ours

its hard not to listen to your voice on the phone

its hard to keep from calling you when im all alone

its hard to keep from crying when im not with you

its hard to think about everything thats screwed

its hard to hold in the pain and smile

its hard to tell people we'll be baQ together in a while

its hard to watch you not say hey babe online

its hard to think about the relashopship that could die..

Kristin Bishop <>
fredericksburg, Va USA - Thursday, February 06, 2003 at 16:19:34 (EST)

Rules for being human
Charles Lynn Bragg
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error, experimentation. The failed experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately works.
4. A lesson is repeated until it is learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can then go on to the next lesson.
5. Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.
6. "There" is no better than "here". When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will, again, look better that "here".
7. Others are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
9. Your answers lie inside you. The answers to life's questions lie inside you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.
10. You will forget all this.

(Found on a refigerator door.)
Louis Gehrig <>
USA - Monday, January 13, 2003 at 21:47:00 (EST)


If I could turn back time
You would still me in my arms and still be mine
The tears and the sadness in my heart will be gone
There would be happiness in my life and I will still be able to go on
In my life, the sun would shine brightly everyday
Even if the rain came down and the clouds had gone gray
Loud laughters, big smiles and cheerful cries
As we hold each other all day and night, looking eye to eye
But now rivers of tears flowing down from my eyes
My heart full of sadness and darkness as it dies
Summers, Falls, Winters and Springs, comes and go
But I roam in this earth feeling dark and cold
Though the sun shined brightly above and smiling faces here and there
My heart no longer cares
In the darkness I stare
Holding a picture of you near
I asked myself when this feeling will end
Do I just go on with life and happiness I shall pretend?
Or do I just roam in this earth feeling forever darkness and cold
Until I my heart grows angry and my life old
If only I could turn back time
Brightness would fill my life and you will still be mine

By: Mai-Mee Yang


I waited for you all my life
I waited for you to be right here by my side
I waited for that one person to heal my heart
Which had been torn apart
When you came along
All the tears and the sadness suddenly are gone
Again the happiness and the smile came back to my face
Never ever wanting to let go of this sweet, loving feel of your embrace
This love, this feeling and this excitement I hold so dear
Is all I want and care
But there is a part of my heart and my mind that I fear
As we hold each other so close and so near
The thought that as summer, fall, winter, and spring past by us each year
The thought that one day this happiness and this love from you will vanish and disappear
This picture comes to my mind so clear
As you and I lay cheerfully together here
A part of my heart is happy and cheerful
But a part of it is sad and fearful
Always wondering if this love will last forever as I want it to
Or will it one day make my life unhappy and blue
But right now as I layed here by your side
The happiness and the love that you bring to my life
You were the one I have been waiting for all this time
When once my life was dark and full of saddness, now it is fine

By: Mai-Mee Yang


It has been a long time
I'm still not sure if I'm fine
The memories of you
Sticks to my head like glue
The thought of our past
I wish it would only last
Missing everything that you do
All that we have been through
Missing the warm feeling of your embrace
The person that's hard to replace
It's hard to go on
It hurts to know your love is gone
Trying very hard to leave you behind
Trying hard to get you out of my mind
Never knowing when the past will stop haunting me
Never knowing when it will set me free
But trying to get through each day
One day hoping to find a way

By: Mai-Mee Yang


What can I do
to make it up to you
What can I say
to brighten up your day
It seems as though
I have tried all that I know
I know what I did was wrong
your reason for being gone
I'm sorry for what I did to you
for all the things I put you through
I realized my mistake
but this pain I cannot take
So come back to me
I've changed, I'll make you see

By: Mai-Mee Yang


I remembered that very day
I remembered every word you say
You held me in your arms so tight
We held each other all through the night
The thought of us being apart
Just tears my heart
But there was nothing we can do
But for me to wait here patiently for you
I watched as you go
From there, only God will know
Worrying about you each day
Wondering if you're okay
I wait here and pray for you
Wondering if I'm in your thoughts too
Hope comes from those letters
They make me feel a little better
When will this war ever end
When will my worrying descend
I need you here
But you're somewhere out there
I want this fear and worrying to go away
I want this war to end today
I want you safely in my arms
I want you away from harm
I can't wait for that day,
When you would be in my arms to stay
Waiting each day for the mail
Waiting to hear about those details
Hoping you will appear at my door
No longer wearing that uniform you wore
You will hold me in your arms so tight
Holding me like that last night
Telling me you're not going anywhere
Telling me you're going to stay here

Days and weeks passed
Not hearing from you does not make time go fast
My heart, beginning to sink
My mouth, unable to eat or drink
My eyes, rivers of tears
My feelings, full of fears
I make myself look at that listing
Of those whose lives are lost or missing
Praying to God your name isn't there
As I look and stare
I fell to the ground
As my world had been turned upside down
Your name appeared so clear
The one thing I've always fear
Why had God been so unfair
All those praying, he didn't hear?
Thinking back to that very night
Holding each other so very tight
Telling each other
To wait for one another
I have waited for you
I hope somewhere, you're waiting for me too

By: Mai-Mee Yang


It's hard that I have to leave you behind
But know that you're always in my mind
Going to war
Is not a chore
I have no choice
Though this country has freedom of voice
I hope you will wait for me
Though we are apart by land and sea
It's hard not hearing your voice
But those days with you, I've always cherished and rejoiced
So many things I miss
The feel of your tender kiss
The feel of your touch
Gosh, I miss them so much
Here, I cherish that moment when I could write to you
When I could sleep, rest and think only of us two
Through the shooting of the gun
The loud sound of the bombs
Though the images here are bad
Though here, everyone and everyday is sad
You're always in my heart
In my mind, we're never really far apart
The days are so long
Each day, someone you know is gone
I wondered when it would be my time
But happy that you're save and fine
Each day, living in fear
With you not here to wipe away a single tear
War has changed me
It has made me see
Life is precious and short
Love those who gives you support
Live life at its best
Live each moment like it's your last
I don't want to be in this terrible place
But I go on, because of the images of your face
If I get out of here alive
I will never leave your side
But if I went the other way
I want you to live life and be okay
Do not be concern
If I do not return
Just know, that no matter where I go
If I never hear your sweet "Hello"
I will be waiting for you somewhere,
Waiting for you there

By: Mai-Mee Yang


When I first met you,
I thought, could this be true?
When we went on our first date,
Everything was so great

I was happy to have you in my life,
to have you by my side
Then one day, I heard the bad news
I was all but confused

How could I go on...
knowing you are really gone
How could I stop crying,
when my heart feels like dying

When I see things that reminds me of you,
I kept thinking life was just too cruel
Sometimes, all I feel is hate,
knowing this is my fate

Wherever you are,
I know you are not far
Even though we are apart,
You will always remain in my heart

By: Mai-Mee Yang


This world is full of hate
Our life an undetermined fate
Life seems fine
until you hear of a crime
It's just too sad
that some people can be so bad
When will we ever live without fear
or will we live like this year after year
It seems like when we ask for peace
all we see is more police
We can depend on them
but does the crime ever end?
It's almost no use
it's really up to that person to choose
If we want to stop crime
it will take time
We must educate the young
let them know what's right from wrong
Maybe one day our world will be of no crime
our lives would be bright and fine

By: Mai-Mee Yang

Nobody Knows, Except You

Nobody seems to know,
life for me seems cold

Nobody seems to care,
all that I have to share

Nobody seems to be there,
when I need somebody near

Nobody seems to see,
what is really inside me

But only you, seem to have a clue
you, took away all the blues
you, made my life new
you, saw me through

You knew,
that life could be cruel

You cared,
about all that I can share

You where there,
when I needed someone near

You see,
what was inside of me

Without you,
I'm not sure what I'd do
I'm not sure if anyone would have a clue
I'm not sure if I'd ever be happy too

By: Mai-Mee Yang


I look at those around me
I wondered what they see
I wondered what they're thinking
Do they know my heart is sinking
I don't think they have a clue
what I have been through
I don't think they know
what my heart truly can not show
Do they know how much I don't want to exist
Do I really deserve this
A part of me wants to die
and, I have tried
But my heart tells me to stay strong
that I do belong
that I need to go on
what good is it if I'm gone

Though my life is wrecked
I still deserve some respect
No one wants to be alone
No one wants to be on their own
I wish they could put themselves in my shoes
They too, will be as confused
They will feel
All that I try to conceal
They will know
all that I try to show
I wish I could turn back time
to when all was fine
to when all was mine

By: Mai-Mee Yang


I was there those days
When your sunny days went away
I was there to comfort you
To help you make it through
You were so depressed
But I knew you deserved the best
I saw that I put a smile on your face
Though I know, there’s no one you can replace
I was only your best friend
But my feelings for you, I didn’t pretend
There is only one person in your life
That person had already gone from your side
It’s time to move on
The person whom you love is really gone
But I’m always here for you
Here a new love we can both pursue
Give me your hand
Give me a chance
I will be your love and your friend
I will be until the very end

By: Mai-Mee Yang


I journeyed through the land of the dead
All kinds of emotions running through my head
This place was not happy but sad
Everybody gone mad
I tried to find the light
In this forever darken night
Whichever way I go in this place
Ending back with the same sad face
Same emotions running through my head
How can I get myself out of this land so dead
One day I awaken to find the sun shining brightly above
All around me there was the warm feeling of love
I knew that I was in the right place
When I realized that there was happiness in my face
I did once travel through that land so dead
It’s all that I dread
It’s not a place where I want to be
It’s not a pretty sight to see
I tried to put a smile in my face
Make myself happy in this sad place
Then one day I saw the light
I knew that this feeling was just right
The sun did shine brightly above
I knew that there was still a lot of love
I walked out of that land of the dead
With happy thoughts in my head
I know this is now where I want to remain
I hope to never see that dead land again

By: Mai-Mee Yang


She met someone new
She fell in love with him too
They met online
In her eyes, everything about him was fine
They wrote to each other almost everyday
So many things in her heart she can say
His letters were so sweet
They made her heart skip a beat
He made her feel so good
Everything she say, he understood
Day after day
She can tell he was feeling the same way
In her heart, his love was true
He was the only one she wanted too
He was the perfect guy
Her love for him she didn't deny
She wanted for them to meet
But he didn't agree
He couldn't tell her why
Except that he wasn't ready and he was too shy
But then, she didn’t hear from him for days
Her heart begin to tear slowly away
He didn't reply to her letters
Making her feeling even worse and not any better
This guy whom she thought she knew
Whose love she thought was true
This guy whom she thought was kind
So understanding and so fine
It suddenly occurred,
That he was now just a mystery man to her
Someone whom she didn’t even know
Those love letters he pretended to show
None of those words were true
But she was too involved and didn't have a clue
She finally found out about his whereabouts
And no doubt,
This guy likes to chat
He puts on so many different hats
He makes girls fall deeply in love
Thinking that he was a sweet angel sent to them from above
He makes them think he is the perfect guy
But what they don't know is that everything about him is a big lie
When he knows that their love for him runs deep
When he imagines that all they do now is dream of him in their sleep
When he knows that their heart would be in despair
He stops writing to them there
It is the end of the affair
When they least expected and unaware
He likes that their hearts are breaking
He likes to imagine just how their heart is now aching
He likes to imagine their crying face
Facing down in their beds in that dark gloomy place
The thought of them calling out is name
To him, this is the perfect game
His heart is dark and cold
His heart tricking the innocent and the un-bold
He laughs at the thought of it
Thinking he was the heartbreaker, unwilling to commit
To her, it is too late
When she thought that they could be the perfect mate
Her heart begins to break
But she knows that she has made a mistake
Online love is not the thing to do
The other person's profile may not be all true
Who knows how many people he is also chatting to
When he says you're the only one he's into
He may be so understanding
Everything about him may be outstanding
But it may be too late
When your heart begins to break
When your love for him runs too deep
When all you do is his love you seek
Listen to what she has been through
You may be in this same situation too
Now she is more aware and not concerned
For she has taken this as a lesson learned

By: Mai-Mee Yang


He thinks of her as he lies in his bed staring up at the ceiling
His heart not knowing when it is ever healing
The memories of her flashes through his mind
The love that is now left behind
Her laughter, her kindness, her smile, and her sweet voice
All those days with her filled with rejoice
But those times past by so fast
If only he had magic, he would make it last
Here he lies with memories of her in his head
Figuring again of all the words she had said
She was his only love and all he wanted in his life
By now, she could have been his sweet loving wife
Years go by with her not by his side
But his love for her will never seem to die
Sometimes he drives somewhere ending up at her house
Looking at it like a lost mouse
Hoping that he may see a glance of her sweet face
Or it would be like before when she would run into his embrace
Sometimes he would past by those special place
Remembering those times together there, brings tears to his face
Sometimes he imagines that she is in the car sitting there
His hand going through her soft hair
Or when he picks up the phone
It's her voice he hears and not a different tone
He still have all her things neatly set in his room
The things he worshiped and cherished as if it's her dead tomb
But he can never bring her back to his life
The thought of that brings pain to his heart like a sharp knife
He hopes that wherever she is, she is okay
At least if she is, he would make it through each day
So now he tries his best to move on
Trying not to be so withdrawn
He tries to put a smile on his face
But he knows inside, that it's her, he can never replace

By: Mai-Mee Yang

(This poems has he/she, him/her, because it can be regarding him/her.)

I thought that you were my best friend
I thought that our relationship will last ‘til the end
But why did you do those things to me?
Behind my back where I cannot see
Behind the sweet, kind, and loving face
Is really evilness that you embrace
Trusting you with all my heart
Never thinking you would ever tear it apart
You knew that he/she was the only one my heart beats for
The only one I ever adore
And yet you played behind my back
The likeness for him/her you claimed you lack
I listened to all your advice
You were my friend, so I didn't even think twice
I didn't see evilness lurking through the corners of my eyes
I didn't know those words of yours were lies
Now I sit here, with unforgiving thoughts in my head
With him/her not here with me but with you instead
Now I would have to agree what others used to tell me
That your closest friend might one day be your worst enemy

By: Mai-Mee Yang

All Copyright ©2002 Mai-Mee Yang

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St. Paul, MN USA - Friday, December 27, 2002 at 13:23:47 (EST)

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