heya peepz..
well first i'd like to give credit
to the peepz
at
& lovepoetry.com
becuz a lot of these
poems are theirs..
and then i'll like to give credit
to my friends
for their poems as well.
and i wrote
some poems too but no credit for me.
and credit
to the person who wrote the story.
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(credit to chuck) When tomorrow
starts without me,
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Stop
My Tears©
You know I love you and everything you do. You make it a point to say you love me too, But why waste your breath on something so untrue Knowing full well all the pain that I've been through? I wish I
could tell you what you mean to me,
Hearing you
voice is a sweet, yet, painful bliss.
It's selfish
to have you... and probably wrong.
I want to
make the most of the time I have here,
This
is What I Meant
When I told
you that I loved you,
True Love
rarely comes along in one's life,
Will you
walk with me,
A shoulder
to cry on, a counselor,
Don't be
afraid of what you might find,
For these
are all traits of one deep love,
Do not assume,
think, or attempt love,
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by Michelle Lynn O'Malley © I had a dream
last night
I dreamt
we had each other
And as the
day went on
I long for
the crescent moon
So, if my
mind seems somewhere else
And if my
heart seems weary
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by Rohan H.B Khan © Do you think
of me when it is late,
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by lori beth whitenight tell me if
you're hurting
when your
world is clouded over
lay your
head on my shoulder
so, when
your world is out of control
your life
is what you make it
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It`s not
dark or lite,
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by Michelle Lynn O'Malley I had a dream
last night
I dreamt
we had each other
And as the
day went on
I long for
the crescent moon
So, if my
mind seems somewhere else
And if my
heart seems weary
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It`s very
rare
To keep your
secrets
Always there
Make you
happy
Never leave
you
My best friend
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The Answer Is Forever, And If Your`re Asking If I`ll Leave You , The Answer Would Be Never, If Your`re Asking What I Value Most, The Answer Would Be You And If Your`re Asking If I Need You, The Answer Is I Do. |
by Logan-Anne Michelle I thought
we had the ideal friendship
I don't quite
know what happened
I can't help
but wonder,
How did we
do this?
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A friend
is someone we trust
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I can`t say
what was going through my mind
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Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss If you luv me, pleeze answer this Do you love me, or do you not You told me once but I forgot So tell me now, in the truth So I can say “I love you” Of all the guys I’ve ever met You’re the one I’ll never forget And if I die before you do I’ll go to heaven and wait foe you But if you’re not there on judgement day I’ll know you went the other way I’ll give the angels back their wings And risk the loss of everything To prove to you my love is true I’ll go to hell just to be with you. |
There was
a guy I liked so well
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If every time you crossed my mind, a drop of rain should fall We could swim forever, in the greatest ocean of them all. If every time I dreamed your face, A flower bloomed anew, I could walk eternally in my garden next to you. If every time I imagined your smile, a star was placed in sight, Darkness would never fall upon our love's endless light. And if every time I needed you, A bird sang its song Our symphony would keep on playing long after we are gone
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In a vacant field, in the dead of the night; Gazing up at the sky, I think of my plight. Billions of stars in the heavens above; Knowing these stars all represent love. A star for each person, that much I can see; A star for each person, but no star for me. Tell me what I did wrong, tell me how did I fall? A life without love, is no life at all. Suddenly in the darkness, intense shining light; A beautiful star, so brilliant and bright, Catches my eye and outshines all the rest; Feelings of joy fill the hole in my chest. Could this be my star, is this one for me? So perfect to look at, how can this be? Oh that I could have wings and fly up above, To be with my star, the one that I love. I reach towards the sky; can't she see that I'm here? She knows not who I am; my eyes shed a tear. I know I will give all the love in my heart; She's so close to me now............. .................still, too far apart |
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If I had
the letters "HRT"
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there is
a face deep in my mind,
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In the end
it's always love,
Glad to be
alive.
You love
him as a friend.
He always
make you laugh.
You remember
every moment,
You feel
so emotional,
He threw
away your friendship,
His love
was like the sunshine,
And now the
sun is set.
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BOYZ! A heart is
not a play thing,
Boys they
like to play with things
Boys never
give their hearts away
You will
wonder where he is a night
If you get
a chance to see him
And then
it starts to happen,
Boys are
great, though immature
Don't fall
in love with just a boy
So when you
think that you're in love,
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I face the
challenge day to day
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once upon
a midnight star,
u never understood
how much i cared,
just want
to let you know,
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the first
time we talked
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To 4get about
the past,
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For whom
can believe, can achieve
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learing isn't
easy,
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by Megan Garnet Fisher© I was sitting
here thinking
I got a piece
of paper
For always
being nice to me
For accepting
my thoughts and feelings,
For making
me laugh-
Everything
you mean to me
The way you
take care of me,
Before I
get too mushy
As long as
we are living,
I'll climb
a thousand mountains
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by Douglas Russell Turner© You're a
special friend
Whenever
I feel sad, or alone
Special friends
like you
All the time
I've spent with you
You mean
a lot to me and I would
You're a
special person
A Friend
A friend
that is special is a friend indeed.
You're there
when I need you and all in between,
We always
have something to talk about,
If ever our
friendship would end,
I know we're
friends for life, me and you, you and me.
I hope you
like this poem, it comes straight from my heart.
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Retold by Jane Watkins© I went to
a birthday party,
***NOTE*** ithis poem is in rememberence to all those people who have died from drunk driving accidents when they weren't the one who caused it. Please I do ask of you don't drink and drive, don't get in a car with someone who drank. Take Kare! |
Johnny brought
a gun to school,
***NOTE*** this poem is in remeberence to all the victims of school shootings. Please i beg of you if u know anyone who's gonna try to bring a gun to school please do stop them we must help stop this cuz you never know if you're on a persons list to die. sorry to scare you. take Kare! |
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As we say
good-bye
Just another
one that failed
We talked
about if we left
Do I have
to move on
It doesn't
seem fair
I picture
you in my mind
I know I
won't find another
I lost a
lot of friends
You told
me once
I remember
all those times
What's that
phrase that people say?
So here's
the question
I feel it
might be better
I have a
chance with someone else
My mind is
filled with thoughts of you
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I Cried
For You
I cried for
you last night
If I closed
my eyes
And if I
closed my eyes
I cried for
you last night
I cried for
you last night
When life's
simple things are coming too fast.
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by Ryan Alexandra Ranalli © i'm sorry
i'm not perfect
i'd give
anything to make you happy
sometimes
you get angry
sometimes
i don't know
every time
that we fight
sometimes
i get so angry
the only
thing i need in this world
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by Kristine Beulke If you ever
see him on the street
If
he asks you how I am,
If
he asks you how I look,
If
he asks you if I'm seeing someone,
Then
look him in the eye
When
your through please tell him,
You
know stars don't always stay in the sky.
But
anyway, I'm on my way...
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Some really sweet stories!
| It all started when I was 16 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a Friend kinda thing that I was feeling. All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him. I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York; I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a wedding. It was from him; I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. It was a big church wedding with the reception at a hotel. I met the bride and of course I talked to him too. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "Meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together. One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport, and that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. I asked questions: "Why did this happen to a kind guy like him?" I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a dairy that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe the next day will never come at all. |
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when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking
home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all
of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his
books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. |
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