<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:01:13.499+01:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='sugar poem'/><category term='generosity'/><category term='sarah schmidt'/><category term='nina ward'/><category term='joseph escamilla'/><category term='new start'/><category term='searching for freedom poem'/><category term='vulnerability'/><category term='death'/><category term='krissie honey poem'/><category term='robin donaldson'/><category term='broken relationship'/><category term='nature'/><category term='emory s ryberg'/><category term='fantasy 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love'/><category term='rebecca heffernan'/><category term='dependency'/><category term='true story'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='holocaust poetry'/><category term='breaking up'/><category term='poor'/><category term='poetry by pop'/><category term='joy of a good book'/><category term='did you feel proud poem'/><category term='emily scharr'/><category term='your smile poem'/><category term='try so hard poem'/><category term='taking advantage of children'/><category term='lament'/><category term='chelsea walker'/><category term='feelings dead feelings alive poem'/><category term='thankful poem'/><category term='copyrighted work'/><category term='being in love poem'/><category term='low self image'/><category term='difficult situations'/><category term='deep depression'/><category term='moon of my heart poem'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='memories'/><category term='charles delaney'/><category term='delivery vans'/><category term='heart rending poem'/><category term='hubert maxwell'/><category term='mishaal sardar'/><category term='alcoholics anonymous'/><category term='eerie tale poem'/><category term='we&apos;re here poem'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='tyson lee'/><category term='desparation poem'/><category term='i open my eyes poem'/><category term='terence patrick mac dougall'/><category term='basic needs'/><category term='why did you do this to me poem'/><category term='rhapsody - a moment in love by ushna sardar'/><category term='a half dozen poem'/><category term='heartache'/><category term='keathan'/><category term='emotional poem'/><category term='why me poem'/><category term='I hate math poem'/><category term='cassandra'/><category term='being hurt and not understanding why poem'/><category term='breaking the cycle'/><category term='where was god poem'/><category term='vietnam'/><category term='struggle'/><category term='hector cuatepotzo'/><category term='reflections on life'/><category term='passge of time'/><category term='giggles'/><category term='tifany'/><category term='student'/><category term='saying goodbye'/><category term='conflict'/><category term='anger poem'/><category term='poems by pop'/><category term='all i ever wanted poem'/><category term='if i was to say no poem'/><category term='roses are red poem naomi'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='funny poem'/><category term='you can find love poem'/><category term='vincent tomaino'/><category term='funny poetry'/><category term='abused children'/><category term='sara noji'/><category term='richard james'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='struggling'/><title type='text'>Poems From You</title><subtitle type='html'>Relationship and friendship poetry submitted by visitors to friendshipisaverb.co.uk website.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-9100965588607150189</id><published>2008-11-13T16:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:59:15.254Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhapsody - a moment in love by ushna sardar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Rhapsody - A Moment in Love by Ushna Sardar</title><content type='html'>Secret thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen moments;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion and tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions overflow&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds drifted across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;All I desire,&lt;br /&gt;Temptation;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps climbing higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;In your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Startling revelations;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; sensational.&lt;br /&gt;Startling disclosures of sweet secrets&lt;br /&gt;Beyond what we thought.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing passionately.&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly remember&lt;br /&gt;At that moment;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of magic&lt;br /&gt;Had brought me closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;Snuggled up close.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet surrender!&lt;br /&gt;I felt and knew&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;That flowed through those veins.&lt;br /&gt;You whispered, or he voice of an angel spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;The star travelled in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;Reality locked us in memory banks;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;You are thinking of me!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I could not resist the temptation to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking and missing you massively&lt;br /&gt;In a speechless way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-9100965588607150189?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9100965588607150189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=9100965588607150189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/9100965588607150189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/9100965588607150189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/11/rhapsody-moment-in-love-by-ushna-sardar.html' title='Rhapsody - A Moment in Love by Ushna Sardar'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-4451261260475580121</id><published>2008-09-30T16:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:39:10.194+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you samantha curtis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>I Love You by Samantha Curtis</title><content type='html'>All my life, I've searched I've waited,&lt;br /&gt;And I've hoped to find the piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;That was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, until that one beautiful summer day,&lt;br /&gt;I found it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel complete and whole because I found you.&lt;br /&gt;My love, my soul and my body is what you are.&lt;br /&gt;And if I were to lose you, there would be me no more.&lt;br /&gt;My heart would be shattered,&lt;br /&gt;My soul would be taken,&lt;br /&gt;And my body would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I would be dead.&lt;br /&gt;And in my mind would be no more thoughts of being on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;I would be no more.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you has taken over me,&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to always be by your side to comfort you,&lt;br /&gt;To hold you and to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;That you've never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-4451261260475580121?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4451261260475580121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=4451261260475580121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4451261260475580121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4451261260475580121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you-by-samantha-curtis.html' title='I Love You by Samantha Curtis'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-2233657110349024145</id><published>2008-08-02T10:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:07:33.662+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can&apos;t survive without you poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Without You by Keathan</title><content type='html'>Time without you &lt;br /&gt;Is the worst part of the day for me.&lt;br /&gt;After you leave and you're out of sight&lt;br /&gt;My heart begins to bleed, eyes begin to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I just wish you could return; with all of my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you it feels like there's a piece missing of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to wait so long for you to return?&lt;br /&gt;For you are the one who completes me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;makes&lt;/span&gt; me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you darkness surrounds my body &lt;br /&gt;Like a black cloud coming over me;&lt;br /&gt;With a storm just waiting to break through. &lt;br /&gt;Can it be that I cant go on without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you a single moment feels like an eternity. &lt;br /&gt;If my love for you was a number it would be infinity.&lt;br /&gt;The seconds begin to feel like hours;&lt;br /&gt;The hours begin to feel like days.&lt;br /&gt;Time without you feels like forever, but will I forget about you?&lt;br /&gt;That will I never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-2233657110349024145?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2233657110349024145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=2233657110349024145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2233657110349024145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2233657110349024145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/without-you-by-keathan.html' title='Without You by Keathan'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-2491995331531693833</id><published>2008-07-31T09:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:31:44.058+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah schmidt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love to see poem'/><title type='text'>I Love to See by Sarah Schmidt</title><content type='html'>I love to see the sunset through the clear blue water.&lt;br /&gt;I love the wind blowing through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain to fall as long as it hits me.&lt;br /&gt;I love to wake up and hear the bluebirds sing.&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of a single sweet pea on a cool spring day,&lt;br /&gt;But what I love the most is the way you say:&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;The way you make everything feel so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;And the way you smile.&lt;br /&gt;The smile everyone loves to see.&lt;br /&gt;The smile you get when you're blushing.&lt;br /&gt;The smile that takes my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;The smile I can't wait to really see someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-2491995331531693833?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2491995331531693833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=2491995331531693833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2491995331531693833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2491995331531693833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-to-see-by-sarah-schmidt.html' title='I Love to See by Sarah Schmidt'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8126956098128982467</id><published>2008-07-30T20:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:51:00.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sara noji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have been poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy of a good book'/><title type='text'>I Have Been by Sara Noji</title><content type='html'>I have been . . .&lt;br /&gt;Devouring fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Nibbling on fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing history,&lt;br /&gt;Consuming the knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;Scarfing down on each word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright © 2008 (Sara Noji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8126956098128982467?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8126956098128982467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8126956098128982467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8126956098128982467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8126956098128982467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-been-by-sara-noji.html' title='I Have Been by Sara Noji'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8920279370019578255</id><published>2008-07-25T17:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:37:39.230+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terence patrick mac dougall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I saw an angel poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>I Saw an Angel by Terence Patrick Mac Dougall</title><content type='html'>I saw an Angel dancing high above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her skip and twist and turn like a ballerina renowned.&lt;br /&gt;She turned and looked upon me while I was wiping tears&lt;br /&gt;And saw my broken heart and heard my lonely fears.&lt;br /&gt;She quickly opened her wings and swept down beside my knee&lt;br /&gt;And held me in her gentle arms, whispering sweet love to me.&lt;br /&gt;She said the day was fading and she would have to fly away&lt;br /&gt;But I held her close and clipped her wings, now on earth with me she`ll stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8920279370019578255?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8920279370019578255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8920279370019578255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8920279370019578255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8920279370019578255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-saw-angel-by-terence-patrick.html' title='I Saw an Angel by Terence Patrick Mac Dougall'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-4161083171177224951</id><published>2008-07-22T18:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:31:53.994+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slumber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures in dreamland poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem from a mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Dreamland by Sonia Perkins</title><content type='html'>My child as you lie asleep, I wonder about your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Are they good or are they ...Bad?&lt;br /&gt;Or are they about the day you had?&lt;br /&gt;Or what you will become when you're up and grown?&lt;br /&gt;My little one rest and dream peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow when you rise&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me of your adventures in dreamland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-4161083171177224951?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4161083171177224951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=4161083171177224951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4161083171177224951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4161083171177224951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/adventures-in-dreamland-by-sonia.html' title='Adventures in Dreamland by Sonia Perkins'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-2467551587304098980</id><published>2008-07-22T18:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:24:33.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run away poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily scharr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Run Away by Emily Scharr</title><content type='html'>Run away,&lt;br /&gt;Far away,&lt;br /&gt;Hide in the field,&lt;br /&gt;Stay in the field,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will come,&lt;br /&gt;Ineed him to come,&lt;br /&gt;Hewill find me,&lt;br /&gt;He misses me,&lt;br /&gt;We will be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last together,&lt;br /&gt;Forever together,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts so close,&lt;br /&gt;We lay and watch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is good,&lt;br /&gt;The night is good,&lt;br /&gt;The sky then shatters,&lt;br /&gt;The night shatters,&lt;br /&gt;The morning arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is over,&lt;br /&gt;The excitement is over,&lt;br /&gt;It was only a dream,&lt;br /&gt;A wonderous dream,&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were only true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-2467551587304098980?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2467551587304098980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=2467551587304098980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2467551587304098980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2467551587304098980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/run-away-by-emily-scharr.html' title='Run Away by Emily Scharr'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-5424832801903666638</id><published>2008-06-17T15:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:56:11.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charles delaney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just want some contact poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Just Want Some Contact by Charles Delaney</title><content type='html'>Just want some contact,&lt;br /&gt;But you're not like that.&lt;br /&gt;You know its only miles&lt;br /&gt;To take me to your smile.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be busy&lt;br /&gt;And I will be missing.&lt;br /&gt;Won't speak for weeks&lt;br /&gt;The distance will keep.&lt;br /&gt;Only meet prepared,&lt;br /&gt;Once my mind's like a fair;&lt;br /&gt;An impromptu meeting;&lt;br /&gt;An off beat greeting;&lt;br /&gt;Are train tickets worth it,&lt;br /&gt;To leave like deserted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;As they say time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, farewell;&lt;br /&gt;Just ...&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a bell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5424832801903666638?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5424832801903666638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5424832801903666638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5424832801903666638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5424832801903666638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-want-some-contact-by-charles.html' title='Just Want Some Contact by Charles Delaney'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-4768332406541001682</id><published>2008-05-20T11:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:10:51.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love in pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses are red poem naomi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being hurt and not understanding why poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Roses Are Red by Naomi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A slightly different take on the friendship and relationships theme I guess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love ...&lt;br /&gt;But not with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;You made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;With another guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't true ...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what bitch?&lt;br /&gt;I played you too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-4768332406541001682?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4768332406541001682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=4768332406541001682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4768332406541001682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4768332406541001682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/roses-are-red-by-naomi.html' title='Roses Are Red by Naomi'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-7952593176724868891</id><published>2008-05-05T14:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:36:01.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we go together poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel padell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>We Go Together by Rachel Padell</title><content type='html'>We go together, like salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;We stay by each other, like bread and butter.&lt;br /&gt;But then, when we're apart, there goes my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see? You’re the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;What must I do so you stay true?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my hero, now I feel like you're zero!&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were the one and now I am done.&lt;br /&gt;Now you won't talk, and I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see? You’re the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;What must I do so you stay true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7952593176724868891?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7952593176724868891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=7952593176724868891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7952593176724868891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7952593176724868891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-go-together-by-rachel-padell.html' title='We Go Together by Rachel Padell'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-3642722784679049048</id><published>2008-04-28T11:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:17:37.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my abyss poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina ward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despair poem'/><title type='text'>My Aybss by Nina Ward</title><content type='html'>The knife goes in deep,&lt;br /&gt;But the blood oozes out slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Though there is love and comfort,&lt;br /&gt;My wounds of loss will never heal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I see no light on the path ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;Just an eternal night.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go of my memories,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they stick vividly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I give up,&lt;br /&gt;Living in pain and grief.&lt;br /&gt;I will fall into my abyss,&lt;br /&gt;And die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-3642722784679049048?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3642722784679049048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=3642722784679049048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/3642722784679049048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/3642722784679049048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-aybss-by-nina-ward.html' title='My Aybss by Nina Ward'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-5746081010923526511</id><published>2008-04-14T17:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:23:40.281+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hector cuatepotzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if i was to say no poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>If I Was To Say No! by Hector Cuatepotzo</title><content type='html'>Would you ask me why?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;And admit that I was right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why would you come into my world&lt;br /&gt;And tear it apart?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you care or feel at least a little bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you play with me!&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ignore me and let me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must suffer and watch me cry!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a little kid, but I cry for you!&lt;br /&gt;Like a kid that wants his piece of pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yell, ask, and demand, from me!&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is get on my knees!&lt;br /&gt;They call me mandilon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby! For you I'll be more than just a toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ........ this will never happen.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5746081010923526511?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5746081010923526511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5746081010923526511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5746081010923526511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5746081010923526511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-was-to-say-no-by-hector-cuatepotzo.html' title='If I Was To Say No! by Hector Cuatepotzo'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-6100775854753054779</id><published>2008-04-13T13:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:38:18.932+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try so hard poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love in pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never forget poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carissa merritt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saying goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Poems by Carissa Merritt</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Try So Hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to make this work&lt;br /&gt;But I am the one who always gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;So if you love her more than me&lt;br /&gt;Please just leave.&lt;br /&gt;If by chance this love was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Then fate will bring you back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I had someone before we met&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know it's you I will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6100775854753054779?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6100775854753054779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=6100775854753054779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6100775854753054779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6100775854753054779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/poems-by-carissa-merritt.html' title='Poems by Carissa Merritt'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-6226385437450047909</id><published>2008-04-07T12:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:32:39.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternal love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill randle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star of david'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where was god poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final solution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genocide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love in pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding love in darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holocaust poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difficult situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gods love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>Where Was God? by Bill Randle</title><content type='html'>Where was God on that day when the storm-troopers came&lt;br /&gt;When they rampaged and goose-stepped all through the town?&lt;br /&gt;Did He turn a blind eye when they spat on his name,&lt;br /&gt;When they cheered as they burned all the synagogues down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the twisted black cross on the banners unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Black symbol of evil, cruel emblem of hate,&lt;br /&gt;Did God hear the message it sent to the world,&lt;br /&gt;That freedom was crushed by the power of the State?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was God on that night when they they smashed all the glass&lt;br /&gt;In the shops where his star had been splattered with shame?&lt;br /&gt;Did he stand on one side for the brown-shirts to pass&lt;br /&gt;On their way to destroy all those books in the flame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was God when they knocked on the door in the night,&lt;br /&gt;With their black leather shrouds and their arrogant sneer?&lt;br /&gt;Did he bury his head? Did he hide from their sight,&lt;br /&gt;When whole families taken would just disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ghettos they starved and they froze and they died.&lt;br /&gt;Did God see the soldiers beating them there?&lt;br /&gt;Did He comfort the sick and the children who cried?&lt;br /&gt;Did He reach out to them in their blackest despair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cattle trucks clattered their way to the camps&lt;br /&gt;With their cargo of humans crammed in like sheep&lt;br /&gt;When all hope of freedom died there on those ramps&lt;br /&gt;As they clambered aboard then, was God fast asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were beaten and cursed and abused to their deaths&lt;br /&gt;By the guards with their "orders" and duty to do.&lt;br /&gt;As they stifled their pain, as they drew their last breaths&lt;br /&gt;Did God see it all? Did he suffer there, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was God ,oh where, in those dreadful dark hours&lt;br /&gt;When they lined them all up and they stripped them all bare?&lt;br /&gt;When the cyanide fell from those satanic showers&lt;br /&gt;As they writhed and they choked was God with them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just above in the flowers a small orchestra played&lt;br /&gt;To muffle the screams from the chamber below.&lt;br /&gt;Did God hear them scream as the dark chimneys sprayed&lt;br /&gt;Their clouds of white ashes which settled like snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did God weigh the gold from the teeth put in store&lt;br /&gt;Or count all the spectacles,coats, hats and shoes&lt;br /&gt;While the flames in the ovens continued to roar&lt;br /&gt;As the "final solution" got rid of those Jews?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was God in that genocide’s evil design?&lt;br /&gt;Where was God as they cried out in pain and despair?&lt;br /&gt;Where was He? Why didn’t he show them a sign,&lt;br /&gt;As the state snuffed them out - O God,did you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was God as the holocaust took them to die?&lt;br /&gt;Six million and more asked again and again.&lt;br /&gt;God was there all along and he waited close by&lt;br /&gt;But mankind, who he loved,had abandoned him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyright © January 1999 W.F.Randle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6226385437450047909?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6226385437450047909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=6226385437450047909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6226385437450047909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6226385437450047909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-was-god-by-bill-randle.html' title='Where Was God? by Bill Randle'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-1360855172652320358</id><published>2008-04-05T14:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:15:35.445+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hector cuatepotzo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why me poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is this love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Why Me? by Hector Cuatepotzo</title><content type='html'>You tell me you miss me, and you don't call.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you like me , and you don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to you, I stutter, and I mumble&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder; Why ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a man and you left him, you found me!&lt;br /&gt;And told me, "I like you!" but ...&lt;br /&gt;But, but is where you left me; didn't answer&lt;br /&gt;And, didn't wonder, if you hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you come into my life and&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you miss me, and you don't call;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you like me , and you don't really care;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to you, I stutter and I mumble&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder; Why ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused! And you know that!&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder if you're playing a game!&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't miss me, and I know you won't call&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't like me, and I know you don't care!&lt;br /&gt;So why do you call me, and make me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;if this is all a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you miss me and you don't call&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you like me and you don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to you I stutter and I mumble,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, Why ME?&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyright © 2004 hector cuatepotzo, logistic styles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-1360855172652320358?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1360855172652320358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=1360855172652320358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1360855172652320358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1360855172652320358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-me-by-hector-cuatepotzo.html' title='Why Me? by Hector Cuatepotzo'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-7123311959927376258</id><published>2008-03-31T09:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:35:16.431+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desparation poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='millie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultradia (a sestina) poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of ending life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental battles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><title type='text'>Ultradia (A Sestina) by Milly</title><content type='html'>You stare hard but the sky is always cold.&lt;br /&gt;Follow the road. It might be dark, always dark.&lt;br /&gt;Follow it, follow it so far past the stars&lt;br /&gt;That you cannot see home. You are unstable.&lt;br /&gt;God has forsaken you and nobody loves you.&lt;br /&gt;God no longer helps you. Leave the windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wrists are still bleeding, staining that windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you didn't jump, now you're feeling cold.&lt;br /&gt;Crimson vision. Won't they see this waterfall? See you?&lt;br /&gt;Trickles past the window but all is dark.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is gone. Loving and living under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;No one can hear you cry. Dizzy. Unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking and shaking, your own foundations unstable.&lt;br /&gt;Time does not pass. Glass broken on that windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny shards stuck in shreds of flesh like stars.&lt;br /&gt;Biting wind tonight. You won't miss the cold.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot cope. You are weak. You crave dark.&lt;br /&gt;Coping is for the weak and darkness craves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any regrets? Well do you?&lt;br /&gt;Answer me now or I’ll leave you unstable.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave you facing this alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Fearing the other side, sitting alone on this windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;You bared your soul, all that’s left is cold.&lt;br /&gt;Empty and hollow now. No one watching but stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their judgement seeks you, defines you; those watching stars.&lt;br /&gt;The final witnesses. Whatever you wanted they denied you.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing never worked, all they are is cold.&lt;br /&gt;How naive, believing in wishes. Easy wishes are unstable.&lt;br /&gt;Begging the skies for help from every windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;Believing those lies once saved you from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek sweet oblivion in that all encompassing dark.&lt;br /&gt;The end is coming now, heading for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling weightless now, still sitting on that windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling takes you, this feeling engulfs you.&lt;br /&gt;It's a fractured mind you inhabit, ultradian, unstable.&lt;br /&gt;You can't take this anymore. Everything is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are cold and so dark,&lt;br /&gt;Those watching stars make you unstable.&lt;br /&gt;They watch you from your windowsill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7123311959927376258?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7123311959927376258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=7123311959927376258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7123311959927376258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7123311959927376258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultradia-sestina-by-milly.html' title='Ultradia (A Sestina) by Milly'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-99532365195605416</id><published>2008-03-31T09:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:24:14.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='once upon a time poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time by Bee</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;When love existed between two&lt;br /&gt;You know I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the clouds in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you as the day drifted by,&lt;br /&gt;I could have taken your hand&lt;br /&gt;and pretended I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like there was no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;She held you,&lt;br /&gt;Drawn together,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing forever&lt;br /&gt;At those pictures of our faces;&lt;br /&gt;Could make a monkey laugh at the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the heart warm,&lt;br /&gt;Her search for love is complete:&lt;br /&gt;Her heart has been fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While,&lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;She was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Would last forever;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-99532365195605416?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/99532365195605416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=99532365195605416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/99532365195605416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/99532365195605416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-upon-time-by-bee.html' title='Once Upon a Time by Bee'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8378176153771461991</id><published>2008-03-30T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:17:37.411+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vietnam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the year after poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tri tran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections on life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflective poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Year After by Tri Tran</title><content type='html'>I, an eagle, gliding in the succulent air,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the golden flame in my homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each amber lily, born to welcome me home,&lt;br /&gt;Each rose bud, yet to unfold, yearns to kiss my cheek;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, an eagle, long to treasure the dry blood of the warriors.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that the war is over, each innocent soul is buried,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each melodious heartbeat can roar with sparkling joy.&lt;br /&gt;I, an eagle, yearn to see Vietnam dance her first Tango.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8378176153771461991?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8632868442213015623</id><published>2008-03-17T07:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:07:55.653Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ageing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stages of man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passge of time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life passges poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humerous poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert branch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult'/><title type='text'>Life Passages by Robert Branch</title><content type='html'>An ache implies the passing of time.&lt;br /&gt;My memories reply to this symptom of mine.&lt;br /&gt;In my book of life I scan over the pages&lt;br /&gt;And review in my head the various stages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child in its nappy, mewling and spewing.&lt;br /&gt;Mothers and friends all billing and cooing.&lt;br /&gt;Childlike simplicity, uncluttered, uncaring.&lt;br /&gt;Its way in the world – a life for the sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spreading of wings, a testing of wills,&lt;br /&gt;More sleepless nights with the same childhood ills.&lt;br /&gt;More scabby knees, more broken bones,&lt;br /&gt;More telling off in those world weary tones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolescent arrogance, the knowing it all,&lt;br /&gt;The hesitant fumblings, the pride before fall,&lt;br /&gt;The awareness of person, the coming of age,&lt;br /&gt;The richness of youth on a well trodden stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers mastered, discarded, the journey of life,&lt;br /&gt;The settling down, a husband, a wife.&lt;br /&gt;The addition of children, the future’s sublime,&lt;br /&gt;You’re glad you’re alive in this place and this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains are conquered, the world’s at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;Advancement, enjoyment, life becomes sweet&lt;br /&gt;Until dawning one morning, a worrying thought&lt;br /&gt;Dispels immortality, pulls you up short;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time ambles on at its own steady pace,&lt;br /&gt;Its journey revealed in the lines on your face,&lt;br /&gt;The stiffness of sinew, the clicking of bone,&lt;br /&gt;The slacking of muscle, the loss of skin tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a coming to terms with intransigent fate,&lt;br /&gt;A getting up early, a staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;But, given the chance, I would do it again.&lt;br /&gt;The what and the why, the who where and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on my life I have few regrets.&lt;br /&gt;The scales will be balanced, a settling of debts.&lt;br /&gt;And each morning brings joy in just being alive&lt;br /&gt;But one morning nearer the man with the scythe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8632868442213015623?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8632868442213015623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-2346098452421699378</id><published>2008-03-05T10:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:27:46.848Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pupil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry by pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate math poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a crybabys riddle poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems by pop'/><title type='text'>Poems by Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Crybaby's Riddle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquefied, it burns my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Smears my makeup,&lt;br /&gt;Stains my face,&lt;br /&gt;Happens when I'm sad,&lt;br /&gt;Or when I'm so mad&lt;br /&gt;I break all in the form of tear drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Hate Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex numbers in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! I am so bored!&lt;br /&gt;Algebra,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary numbers,&lt;br /&gt;Decimals,&lt;br /&gt;Subtraction and way much more!&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks like I guess,&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I try my best!&lt;br /&gt;I can't help that I fail a lot of tests!&lt;br /&gt;I hate math! It's my worst subject!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-2346098452421699378?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2346098452421699378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=2346098452421699378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2346098452421699378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2346098452421699378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/poems-by-pop.html' title='Poems by Pop'/><author><name>Stuart 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Feelings Dead, Feelings Alive by Vincent Tomaino</title><content type='html'>Feelings dead, feelings alive.&lt;br /&gt;On love and hate these people thrive.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of dismay, tears of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bad today, and worse tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cries of joy, cries of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Love will breed hate and madness.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hopes of joyful construction&lt;br /&gt;When love itself is mental destruction.&lt;br /&gt;So many faces, smiling so near&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside is corroding fear&lt;br /&gt;Of the one you “love” starting to cheat&lt;br /&gt;For life to say you have been beat.&lt;br /&gt;People so happy, feelings so potent.&lt;br /&gt;While deprivation chews away like a rodent.&lt;br /&gt;Staying to watch the destroying sight&lt;br /&gt;While you wait alone like the dead of night.&lt;br /&gt;And into the void you shall venture&lt;br /&gt;To find the “love” you seek,&lt;br /&gt;Well, what now?&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself for what is true&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of “love” will leave you blue.&lt;br /&gt;And as you hang your head in shame&lt;br /&gt;Others do exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;When they find out that they have failed&lt;br /&gt;Just like so many of us, the unfortunate ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5841107958797325459?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5841107958797325459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5841107958797325459' title='0 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empathy.&lt;br /&gt;I need to work through this alone -&lt;br /&gt;Just stay away and please don't phone!&lt;br /&gt;When I emerge the other side&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer need to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I will have sorted out my head,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will then have fully bled.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll welcome your good company -&lt;br /&gt;I'll have faced up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a much stronger me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5266955055340759111?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5266955055340759111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5266955055340759111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5266955055340759111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5266955055340759111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/leave-me-be-by-debra-dando.html' title='Leave Me Be by Debra Dando'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-40088765646815698</id><published>2008-02-24T21:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:12:12.705Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking advantage of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poignant tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart rending poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tri n tran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misuse of power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abused children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wake up call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for freedom poem'/><title type='text'>Searching for Freedom by Tri n Tran</title><content type='html'>Every so often a really poignant and heart-rending poem is submitted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those.  I make no apology for posting it on this page as sometimes, being brought face to face with the harsher realities of life is a timely wake-up call to help those who are vulnerable and have suffered, indeed still suffer at the hands of those who should know better ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  very brave piece of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching for Freedom by Tri n Tran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my sirs, I 'm only thirteen!&lt;br /&gt;So young and innocent,I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;My nights, starless and my days, black ink;&lt;br /&gt;Sprawl on my bed, clueless,&lt;br /&gt;I taste the salt and no sugar;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and powerless,&lt;br /&gt;I, your queen of diamond,&lt;br /&gt;Priceless and rejected,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, shattered like a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Cyan and calm like the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;I long to feel the winter moon,&lt;br /&gt;But hands tied and body, strapped.&lt;br /&gt;So pretty like a Lillie,&lt;br /&gt;Now, torn into pieces and wingless.&lt;br /&gt;So naive and tearful,&lt;br /&gt;Please sirs, don't break my virginity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-40088765646815698?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/40088765646815698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=40088765646815698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/40088765646815698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrieka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will he remember me poem'/><title type='text'>Will He remember Me? by Andrieka</title><content type='html'>Death is drawing near, I can hear you crying.&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot stop its approach.&lt;br /&gt;Death is coming faster now, like a long, loud train&lt;br /&gt;That only I can see and hear.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I am going soon but we will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Death is close at hand, please hold me my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Death is but a foot step away, I will miss you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;A loud noise then all is quiet ...&lt;br /&gt;I can hear no more because death has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;My friend stands up and carries on without me.&lt;br /&gt;Will he remember me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8284434147458784292?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8284434147458784292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8284434147458784292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8284434147458784292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8284434147458784292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-he-remember-me-by-andrieka.html' title='Will He remember Me? by Andrieka'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-6361957897577577268</id><published>2008-02-22T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:41:01.208Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ushna sardar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shall we dance poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimate poem'/><title type='text'>sHaLl wE DaNcE by Ushna Sardar</title><content type='html'>sHaLl wE DaNcE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Feel my breath,&lt;br /&gt;And get close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Does it mesmerize?&lt;br /&gt;Could you feel the magic of that moment?&lt;br /&gt;Could you hear the voice of my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Could you hear?&lt;br /&gt;What it says?&lt;br /&gt;Is it love?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the whisper of the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear?(what it said?)&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling the magic of love,&lt;br /&gt;I’m listening to your heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;Let me put down my head on your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel the magic of that moment!&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel the touch.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you feel that love is all around?&lt;br /&gt;Let me see in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Let me say,&lt;br /&gt;Shall we dance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6361957897577577268?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6361957897577577268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=6361957897577577268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6361957897577577268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6361957897577577268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/shall-we-dance-by-ushna-sardar.html' title='sHaLl wE DaNcE by Ushna Sardar'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-7259018057115207264</id><published>2008-02-20T19:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:24:40.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passing glance poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debra dando'/><title type='text'>Passing Glance by Debra Dando</title><content type='html'>You touched my soul as I passed by,&lt;br /&gt;With that momentary glance from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;As if connected long ago,&lt;br /&gt;As if we'd missed each other so.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you felt as I,&lt;br /&gt;Or if I merely fantasized?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps our paths had crossed before -&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should have lingered more,&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe, you didn't even realise&lt;br /&gt;How you touched my soul as I passed by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7259018057115207264?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Poems by Flavia Mayara Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Deeply-Secretly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to know what was true:&lt;br /&gt;For me and for you; for us.&lt;br /&gt;My age, my life; and rules? &lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;But not what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt and heard and saw and heard.&lt;br /&gt;I heard you:&lt;br /&gt;I heard you; now you hear me!&lt;br /&gt;Us two:  you and me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Me who?&lt;br /&gt;I loved every little detail of you;&lt;br /&gt;Being loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Me and you forever it would have been.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we would last.&lt;br /&gt;But you're just my past.&lt;br /&gt;You would have of been part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still part of me.&lt;br /&gt;As, deeply-secretly,&lt;br /&gt;I am part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes you didn't want to be part of me.&lt;br /&gt;And I often didn't want to be part of you.&lt;br /&gt;Were we?&lt;br /&gt;It was all so true!&lt;br /&gt;I learn from you as you learned from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the age diffference.&lt;br /&gt;You tried to make out I was so immature.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I taught you more then you will ever know!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;Just perhaps, deeply-secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thankful  &lt;/strong&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today&lt;br /&gt;That being thankful&lt;br /&gt;For what you have&lt;br /&gt;Is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am able to see,&lt;br /&gt;Because to see is the gift of seeing.&lt;br /&gt;And without that I wouldn't know my colours;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be able to see a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am able to talk,&lt;br /&gt;Because to talk is the gift of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;And without that I would have a write&lt;br /&gt;To prove a point, or defend myself, or to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am able to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Because to hear is the gift of hearing.&lt;br /&gt;And without that there would be&lt;br /&gt;No music or stories to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel for those&lt;br /&gt;Who are not able.&lt;br /&gt;Because not being able is to not be able&lt;br /&gt;But to be thankful for every other thing you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7174461791537138809?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debra dando'/><title type='text'>More Poems by Debra Dando</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wasted Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;How could they have forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;I played my part, I stayed at home -&lt;br /&gt;How could they be so rotten?&lt;br /&gt;They promised faithfully they would come -&lt;br /&gt;Choices made, down-payment done.&lt;br /&gt;Why not complete their obligation?&lt;br /&gt;Why me and not some other patron?&lt;br /&gt;All day inside with clock I've waited,&lt;br /&gt;Hound at heel to be placated&lt;br /&gt;And really now, 'tis way past four -&lt;br /&gt;No ring of bell or knock at door.&lt;br /&gt;Well, wasted hours no more I'll spend!&lt;br /&gt;Outside with dog and crook I wend.&lt;br /&gt;Through dappled sunshine under trees,&lt;br /&gt;Warming the senses with such ease -&lt;br /&gt;Freedom in the calming breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Up top we go and back once more -&lt;br /&gt;What's that I spy pushed through the door?&lt;br /&gt;How could they infuriate me more?&lt;br /&gt;"Will re-try tomorrow twixt ten and four"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visitors to My Lane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riding school trots down the lane -&lt;br /&gt;Later they'll trot back again.&lt;br /&gt;Riders oblivious to the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Horses trotting in a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclists just don't want to stop&lt;br /&gt;Until they reach the very top -&lt;br /&gt;Then, goals achieved, with empty bottle&lt;br /&gt;Back down again they come full throttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikers with their maps walk by&lt;br /&gt;New trendy poles - far too high -&lt;br /&gt;Walking shoes all new and clean -&lt;br /&gt;Local pub - that's where they've been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School children on their forest walk,&lt;br /&gt;Teachers with their nature talk.&lt;br /&gt;On return the children chatter,&lt;br /&gt;Tutors then just listen, shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good humoured people in the main -&lt;br /&gt;Some stop to pass the time of day&lt;br /&gt;Before continuing on their way&lt;br /&gt;But I am lucky; I can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when tranquility surrounds,&lt;br /&gt;Pheasants, squirrels and deer abound&lt;br /&gt;And, in the darkness, owls call out&lt;br /&gt;Whilst nocturnal creatures scurry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace Offering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years,&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to forget the tears,&lt;br /&gt;And start again -&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting past pain?&lt;br /&gt;Let us try.&lt;br /&gt;So much time has gone by&lt;br /&gt;Decades missed together -&lt;br /&gt;Let us never say&lt;br /&gt;We did not try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5760852681218196526?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5760852681218196526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5760852681218196526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5760852681218196526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5760852681218196526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-poems-by-debra-dando.html' title='More Poems by Debra Dando'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-7490587464449474247</id><published>2008-02-17T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:52:39.632Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruinna stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run away feeling poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Run Away Feeling by Ruinna Stone</title><content type='html'>A runaway feeling&lt;br /&gt;Invades my heart.&lt;br /&gt;If I lose control;&lt;br /&gt;If I let go;&lt;br /&gt;A distant emotion&lt;br /&gt;Takes hold of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;If I become too weak&lt;br /&gt;And I let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a runaway feeling&lt;br /&gt;That creeps through me.&lt;br /&gt;If I see you&lt;br /&gt;It overtakes me,&lt;br /&gt;Though there is no use.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bear it until is chooses to go,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll know when it hurts no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7490587464449474247?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7490587464449474247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=7490587464449474247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7490587464449474247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7490587464449474247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/run-away-feeling-by-ruinna-stone.html' title='Run Away Feeling by Ruinna Stone'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8719640964662799468</id><published>2008-02-14T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:53:15.773Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joseph escamilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i open my eyes poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>I Open My Eyes by Joseph Escamilla</title><content type='html'>I open my eyes and look at the time,&lt;br /&gt;And I think of you in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have comitted a crime!&lt;br /&gt;I have not loved anyone&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love you now.&lt;br /&gt;The truth must be said&lt;br /&gt;That I am dying of running&lt;br /&gt;Through your mind:&lt;br /&gt;I am dead,&lt;br /&gt;And you're an angel&lt;br /&gt;That takes me away now;&lt;br /&gt;One last breath&lt;br /&gt;To take for all the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8719640964662799468?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8719640964662799468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8719640964662799468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8719640964662799468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8719640964662799468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-open-my-eyes-by-joseph-escamilla.html' title='I Open My Eyes by Joseph Escamilla'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-1320697882651856407</id><published>2008-02-11T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:52:25.307Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eerie tale poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysterious tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debra dando'/><title type='text'>Eerie Tale by Debra Dando</title><content type='html'>My grandmother told me a strange tale -&lt;br /&gt;It un-nerved me, and her as well.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst in her kitch with dishes piled&lt;br /&gt;Her friend passed by and waved and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She made nothing of this at the time&lt;br /&gt;Until later, when told her friend had died.&lt;br /&gt;"But that can't be!" my grandma exclaimed;&lt;br /&gt;And told of how her friend had waved.&lt;br /&gt;Eerily strange, it does imply&lt;br /&gt;Her friend had come to say goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Debra Dando 2008 (a true story)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-1320697882651856407?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1320697882651856407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=1320697882651856407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1320697882651856407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1320697882651856407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/eerie-tale-by-debra-dando.html' title='Eerie Tale by Debra Dando'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-6908132259427507137</id><published>2008-01-30T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:36:13.431Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low self image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did you feel proud poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Did You Feel Proud? by Michelle</title><content type='html'>Did you feel proud as you walked away?&lt;br /&gt;Left me standing with everything you didn't say.&lt;br /&gt;You broke it all, every last part,&lt;br /&gt;Now deep inside lies my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left you took my pride,&lt;br /&gt;Taking my happiness with every stride.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't cry,&lt;br /&gt;But just like us, that promise died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed since that day,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my mind, always.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about you without shame,&lt;br /&gt;I know why you left, I'm to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty and I'm not thin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident and I never win.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to be with someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is to be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from this life and this heavy ache,&lt;br /&gt;Free from the heart that you just had to break.&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm gone, there's just one last thing I want you to know:&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart, but you made me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6908132259427507137?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-6024235323114823315</id><published>2008-01-28T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:50:56.912Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ushna sardar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='while you were away poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>While You Were Away! by Ushna Sardar</title><content type='html'>See the canvas without picture,&lt;br /&gt;See the door without walls.&lt;br /&gt;See the eyes that were without life,&lt;br /&gt;See the life that was without soul!&lt;br /&gt;I see the crying soul downstairs,&lt;br /&gt;I see myself walking into the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the words that you never spoke;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the love that was in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world there; I wasn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the picture there; we were alone!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the dream and there's no fear.&lt;br /&gt;I saw colour that was so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say again that I'm all yours!&lt;br /&gt;Say those words never spoken before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read them all,&lt;br /&gt;Whether you speak them or not!&lt;br /&gt;I can read your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;I can read your soul!&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend I never loved you!&lt;br /&gt;Won't deny I was all yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't say that in your heart;&lt;br /&gt;You don't speak the words of love.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the world that's empty while you're away!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the picture that lost colour without you!&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, that's the truth: I love you!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't live without you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6024235323114823315?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6024235323114823315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=6024235323114823315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6024235323114823315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6024235323114823315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/while-you-were-away-by-ushna-sardar.html' title='While You Were Away! by Ushna Sardar'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8932679334159761619</id><published>2008-01-27T18:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:32:23.529Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can&apos;t survive without you poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mishaal sardar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>I Can't Survive Without You by Mishaal Sardar</title><content type='html'>Oh my love!&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You are my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;You are my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;You are my passion of the love.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;You are the air I'm breathing for you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think you aren't right for me?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to tell you, straight from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my reason:&lt;br /&gt;The reason to alive,&lt;br /&gt;The reason I survive.&lt;br /&gt;I can't survive without you!&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one dream.&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one desire.&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one wish.&lt;br /&gt;You are my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Say the words and no matter how far,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be where you are.&lt;br /&gt;My love is more than words for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing I wanna say to you;&lt;br /&gt;I can't survive without you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8932679334159761619?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8932679334159761619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8932679334159761619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8932679334159761619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8932679334159761619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-survive-without-you-by-mishaal.html' title='I Can&apos;t Survive Without You by Mishaal Sardar'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-1983599032873225820</id><published>2008-01-23T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:48:37.322Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelby crees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unanswered questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i ask you why poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>I Ask You Why by Shelby Crees</title><content type='html'>I ask you why you took a stand,&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me goodnight, and why you held my hand?&lt;br /&gt;The short moments each bright clear night,&lt;br /&gt;We spent together, not caring if it was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cared if someone found out,&lt;br /&gt;But it always seemed that was all you thought about.&lt;br /&gt;I ask you why you took a stand,&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me goodnight, and why you held me hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends would ask, "Are you two dating?"&lt;br /&gt;I never knew, I was always waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to show me a sign,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to say,"You're Mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I ask you, "Why?" Why you took a stand?&lt;br /&gt;Why you kissed me goodnight, and why you held my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Walking on by in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;I avoided you, so you didn't see the tears fall down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone on this track, I wonder if it was right.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you were worth this great fight.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, "Why?" Why did you take a stand?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you kiss me goodnight? Why did you hold me hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it finished, I never wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;But the choice is yours, "You Tell Me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-1983599032873225820?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1983599032873225820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=1983599032873225820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1983599032873225820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1983599032873225820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-ask-you-why-by-shelby-crees.html' title='I Ask You Why by Shelby Crees'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-3502631103297569098</id><published>2008-01-23T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:40:09.150Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney hughes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sorrowers song poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Sorrowers Song by Courtney Hughes</title><content type='html'>The house creaking&lt;br /&gt;Her unchained melody.&lt;br /&gt;The leaky pipes, swept&lt;br /&gt;Clean of decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits alone, quiet&lt;br /&gt;Stalking the restless thoughts of destruction.&lt;br /&gt;She wonders, how did I get here.&lt;br /&gt;One last time she whispers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words flow off her &lt;br /&gt;Frail lips.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of that creaking house&lt;br /&gt;And the unchained melody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-3502631103297569098?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8898391004624961405</id><published>2008-01-23T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:35:36.965Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basic needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joshua robinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='third world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich poor divide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggling in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 cents a day poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor'/><title type='text'>10 Cents a Day by Joshua Robinson</title><content type='html'>Restless mind thinking, "What I should say?"&lt;br /&gt;Poor people that have nothing and want to play,&lt;br /&gt;But are never in the mood,&lt;br /&gt;Because shortness of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to school and get an education,&lt;br /&gt;But need your help; suffering from starvation&lt;br /&gt;They will do anything to have parents that love them;&lt;br /&gt;Crying, needing someone to hug them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trapped in their country,&lt;br /&gt;All they need is someone to pray,&lt;br /&gt;And all they ask for&lt;br /&gt;Is 10 cents a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8898391004624961405?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8898391004624961405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8898391004624961405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8898391004624961405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8898391004624961405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-cents-day-by-joshua-robinson.html' title='10 Cents a Day by Joshua Robinson'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-4551195724781461533</id><published>2008-01-23T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:27:25.932Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your smile poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tyson lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Your Smile by Tyson Lee</title><content type='html'>The sight of seeing you smile&lt;br /&gt;Gives me the power to walk 1000 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth from your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;Gives me the feeling which feels no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you whisper in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Gives me the strength to face all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving and caring from your touch&lt;br /&gt;Gives me the thoughts which makes me miss you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-4551195724781461533?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-3610161660682799231</id><published>2008-01-23T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:24:14.536Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a 1/2 dozen poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a half dozen poem'/><title type='text'>A ½ Dozen by Sofia McGee</title><content type='html'>A ½ dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get hurt;&lt;br /&gt;A ½ dozen smiles&lt;br /&gt;Buried in dirt.&lt;br /&gt;A ½ dozen clouds&lt;br /&gt;Cover my heart;&lt;br /&gt;A ½ dozen rain drops&lt;br /&gt;Tear me apart.&lt;br /&gt;A ½ dozen black&lt;br /&gt;Holes cloud my soul.&lt;br /&gt;A ½ dozen temptations&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hold.&lt;br /&gt;A ½ dozen razors&lt;br /&gt;Slice at my wrist ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ½ dozen maggots fest&lt;br /&gt;On my pits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-3610161660682799231?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3610161660682799231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8048004826198073701</id><published>2008-01-23T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:10:22.589Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubert maxwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can find love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovering true love'/><title type='text'>You Can Find Love by Hubert Maxwell</title><content type='html'>You can want love, &lt;br /&gt;You can try love, &lt;br /&gt;But you can't make true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see love,&lt;br /&gt;You can't taste love,&lt;br /&gt;You can't push love&lt;br /&gt;But you can feel true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can want love,&lt;br /&gt;You can play love,&lt;br /&gt;You can say love,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't rush true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurt love,&lt;br /&gt;You can't force love,&lt;br /&gt;You can't live love,&lt;br /&gt;Buy you can trust true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody can find real love;&lt;br /&gt;But everybody can't have true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8048004826198073701?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8048004826198073701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8048004826198073701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='struggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richard james'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low self image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insect poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle with life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Insect by Richard James</title><content type='html'>I give all that I am,&lt;br /&gt;Still I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Should I hold my head high&lt;br /&gt;And act like I'm something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lied to myself&lt;br /&gt;Just to kill this torment,&lt;br /&gt;I've bled these two wrists&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life came and it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold this all in&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep calm and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I do not belong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this life I defy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will judge me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just an insect.&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't listen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause these words will just infect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot erase this face&lt;br /&gt;That I frown.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot forgive me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6342225507935869576?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6342225507935869576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty poem'/><title type='text'>Beauty by Rebecca Heffernan</title><content type='html'>Walking through the park I see&lt;br /&gt;Rich green grass and kids being free.&lt;br /&gt;Playing ball and talking to friends,&lt;br /&gt;Playing games and having fun to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is blue and the air is fresh.&lt;br /&gt;The view of the sea makes you sit down to rest&lt;br /&gt;On a bench, I gather my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of dogs barking, chasing sticks and balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers so beautiful with colours so bright;&lt;br /&gt;All the colours of the rainbow, what a sight!&lt;br /&gt;People ride bikes, walk their babies in prams,&lt;br /&gt;Teams playing football, school kids in gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds flying and singing, some nest in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;The senior citizens play bowls on the green.&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of laughter, quarrels and strife&lt;br /&gt;Don’t take it for granted, it’s the beauty of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Copyrighted@protectmywork.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyrighted@protectmywork.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5423473665311344405?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5423473665311344405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5423473665311344405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5423473665311344405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5423473665311344405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-by-rebecca-heffernan.html' title='Beauty by Rebecca Heffernan'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8463734303428300625</id><published>2008-01-23T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:55:21.841Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serenity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Love by Serenity</title><content type='html'>I dream about you, love;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you all around me.&lt;br /&gt;You're as beautiful as a dove.&lt;br /&gt;Come and set me free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8463734303428300625?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8463734303428300625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=8463734303428300625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8463734303428300625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/8463734303428300625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-by-serenity.html' title='Love by Serenity'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-4465334349931296193</id><published>2008-01-23T19:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:33:43.582Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michelle marr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking the cycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hooked'/><title type='text'>SUgAr by Michelle Marr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUgAr&lt;/span&gt;’s so sweet, it’s like powdered honey,&lt;br /&gt;The bees who produce it know it’s all about money.&lt;br /&gt;It lures us in and gets a grip on our mind,&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends, they’re all left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We give up our lives and sell out our soul,&lt;br /&gt;Just one more bag and then we’ll take control.&lt;br /&gt;Pay off the bills and try to keep some pride,&lt;br /&gt;But the hunger starts to eat us up deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we know it, the weekend’s upon us&lt;br /&gt;Just one more bag: call it a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;Promise yourself that by Monday it’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be lonely, but you know it goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye and the flap of a wing,&lt;br /&gt;It’s Friday again and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUgAr&lt;/span&gt; is King.&lt;br /&gt;Take me away and make me Queen of your world;&lt;br /&gt;By Monday I’ll own it and won’t come unfurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stick by my promises and get myself clean,&lt;br /&gt;But by the weekend you’ll still follow its sheen&lt;br /&gt;You’ll try to resist it and you’ll try to pretend&lt;br /&gt;The fluffy white &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUgAr&lt;/span&gt; won’t signal your end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all lose our focus at one stage in time,&lt;br /&gt;The bees making honey still know it’s a crime.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot resist it and you can’t say no,&lt;br /&gt;The powder keeps falling, like sweet white snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so many questions, you think it will resolve;&lt;br /&gt;But all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUgAr&lt;/span&gt; will do, is help the brain cells dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes, your head hurts and your nose is bleeding;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUgAr&lt;/span&gt;’s still sweet and it keeps on feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stand off is on and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;struggle's&lt;/span&gt; begun,&lt;br /&gt;Just one weekend and you think the battles been won.&lt;br /&gt;Then the buzzer sounds, there’s a friend at your door;&lt;br /&gt;But the friend is a pimp and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUgAr&lt;/span&gt;’s his whore…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-4465334349931296193?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4465334349931296193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=4465334349931296193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4465334349931296193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4465334349931296193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/sugar-by-michelle-marr.html' title='SUgAr by Michelle Marr'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-1091764987990774105</id><published>2008-01-23T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:45:57.065Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tri tran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at dawn poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>At Dawn by Tri Tran</title><content type='html'>Roses dangle and weightless in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Like feathers hovering above the cyan sea.&lt;br /&gt;Await for the lavender sun to bloom&lt;br /&gt;From beneath the mountains that are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Each whispering heart beat hums love melodies&lt;br /&gt;To wake the baby sparrows and their parents.&lt;br /&gt;Each emerald leaf sways to the music of spring&lt;br /&gt;As the happy breeze whizzes by, wiping away woe.&lt;br /&gt;Roses dangle in endless bliss in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I, a poet, strolling into the zenith of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to smell the droplets of honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-1091764987990774105?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1091764987990774105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=1091764987990774105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1091764987990774105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/1091764987990774105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-dawn-by-tri-tran.html' title='At Dawn by Tri Tran'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-4417720132074764605</id><published>2008-01-23T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:41:49.972Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why did you do this to me poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tifany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Why Did You Do This to Me? by Tifany</title><content type='html'>I thought u loved me,&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out&lt;br /&gt;That u liked another girl!&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Talking to another girl.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;It seems u don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;My life and my heart&lt;br /&gt;Are breaking into pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-4417720132074764605?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4417720132074764605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=4417720132074764605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4417720132074764605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4417720132074764605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-did-you-do-this-to-me-by-tifany.html' title='Why Did You Do This to Me? by Tifany'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-6163536308806864345</id><published>2008-01-23T19:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:34:46.322Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='full of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassie salley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>True love by Cassie Salley</title><content type='html'>True love is an undying love,&lt;br /&gt;A love so deep and so true, you know, without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;No one else could ever make you feel as happy as they do.&lt;br /&gt;They complete you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is when you stay up all night,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the phone to ring, hoping that it's them.&lt;br /&gt;And when it does ring, your heart skips a beat,&lt;br /&gt;Unsure whether or not it's his voice you'll hear on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is him...&lt;br /&gt;You're so happy, there are no words to describe how happy you are.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice that your puppy is chewing a hole right through your new tennis shoes!&lt;br /&gt;All you care about is being on that phone, talking to him, and hearing his sweet voice...&lt;br /&gt;The sound of it makes you smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it drove you completely insane&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to call.&lt;br /&gt;You would go through the insanity a million times more just to feel the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;When you discovered that it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't him...&lt;br /&gt;Your heart sinks,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes swell up and become real hot with tears;&lt;br /&gt;You feel as if the whole world is spinning around you&lt;br /&gt;And you can't do anything to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mope around the house in your pyjamas,&lt;br /&gt;Missing him more than anyone could know.&lt;br /&gt;(even if you did see him only 2 hours ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You stay up all night waiting by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Praying for him to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is when he's all that you can think about.&lt;br /&gt;24/7, day and night.&lt;br /&gt;At school, at home doing the dishes, in the car on your way to get groceries.&lt;br /&gt;He's the first thing you think of when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;He's in your every prayers,&lt;br /&gt;And in all of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is when you can picture yourself&lt;br /&gt;Spending the rest of your life with that person.&lt;br /&gt;True love is when you want to spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of being with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Makes your life seem pointless.&lt;br /&gt;You want no one else but him.&lt;br /&gt;He's your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is spending hours together...&lt;br /&gt;Just holding each other...&lt;br /&gt;Without a single word being said;&lt;br /&gt;Still having the most romantic and intimate moments&lt;br /&gt;You've ever had in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its true love when you can be yourself around them,&lt;br /&gt;You know that you can be silly and goofy and crazy and ditzy.&lt;br /&gt;And he'll still love you, because he loves you for you,&lt;br /&gt;And not the person you sometimes strive to be to impress him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is when you would do absolutely anything in the world&lt;br /&gt;Just to make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even if that meant you and him&lt;br /&gt;Weren't together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is when there's nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;That could ever keep you from being with him:&lt;br /&gt;You would travel across the globe,&lt;br /&gt;Sail across the ocean through raging storms,&lt;br /&gt;And if it came down to it, you would die for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love doesn't last a month or two, not even a year,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just some high school fling.&lt;br /&gt;True love lasts forever,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what life might bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the man of my life and my true love ... Cody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Cas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6163536308806864345?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6163536308806864345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=6163536308806864345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6163536308806864345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6163536308806864345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-love-by-cassie-salley.html' title='True love by Cassie Salley'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-3999483573770932877</id><published>2008-01-23T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:25:42.710Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Fantasy by Natalie campbell</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a fantasy-&lt;br /&gt;A fantasy of me and you.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so incredibly real,&lt;br /&gt;I almost thought it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking along the ocean shore,&lt;br /&gt;And the wind blew against my face.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you put your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was wrapped in your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and looked at you,&lt;br /&gt;My soul got lost in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We just stood there by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the velvet sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You led me to a dock and there we sat.&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked, and giggled, and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Then you just stared at me and whispered in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you..." was that it? It's something I've longed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world felt like it had stopped moving,&lt;br /&gt;And we were all by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I got dizzy all over&lt;br /&gt;Just as the clock struck twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body shivered and I felt nothing but afraid and fright.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I...? I wondered, all alone in my room at night.&lt;br /&gt;I wish those moments would go on, or maybe even become a part of reality.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I know that will never happen, 'cause it is all just a fantasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-3999483573770932877?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3999483573770932877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=3999483573770932877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/3999483573770932877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/3999483573770932877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/fantasy-by-natalie-campbell.html' title='Fantasy by Natalie campbell'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-7720222606281611998</id><published>2008-01-23T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:19:59.891Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the love we had is history poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>The Love We Had is History by 'Giggles'</title><content type='html'>The love we had is history,&lt;br /&gt;The memories of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Will always be in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;For now we are better off apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I want to do,&lt;br /&gt;My body, my mind still loves you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart and soul will feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really and truly did love you;&lt;br /&gt;But your love for me was so untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you'll feel this pain,&lt;br /&gt;You'll get your heart broken and your life will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this what I have to say to you:&lt;br /&gt;Call me when you're ready;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be true because no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I can't go on living in your lie;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I love you, but goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7720222606281611998?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7720222606281611998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=7720222606281611998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7720222606281611998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7720222606281611998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-we-had-is-history-by-giggles.html' title='The Love We Had is History by &apos;Giggles&apos;'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-9221444575326421833</id><published>2008-01-23T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:13:26.608Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ages of a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my wish poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suvarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season flowers poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man&apos;s greed poem'/><title type='text'>Poems by Suvarna</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Season Flowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flowers in the Springtime;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they are made?&lt;br /&gt;With each petal glowing,&lt;br /&gt;Brightly they are laid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flowers in the Summer;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they lie?&lt;br /&gt;With hot sun above them shining bright,&lt;br /&gt;The flowers all become dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flowers in the Autumn time;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why they fall?&lt;br /&gt;I only see in my garden,&lt;br /&gt;Trees which grow so tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flowers in the Winter;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they get chilled?&lt;br /&gt;I smell some flowers,of course!&lt;br /&gt;Rest of them get chilled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man's Greed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! When will man's  demand come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;Why does he ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;When He has given&lt;br /&gt;All that is reserved for!&lt;br /&gt;Yet,not satisfied, his greed proven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a toddler,he thinks&lt;br /&gt;To become aged, at once.&lt;br /&gt;At a young age, he aspires&lt;br /&gt;To become the head of his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming the master, he settles down.&lt;br /&gt;Wishes to have an heir of his own!&lt;br /&gt;Bestowed with one, he asks for another&lt;br /&gt;What a pity! He recognizes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the time,&lt;br /&gt;He craves for money!&lt;br /&gt;By hook or by crook&lt;br /&gt;Will turn to get this honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's desire can never be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;To his satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, will increase with time&lt;br /&gt;And age, this action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! When will man's demand come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds wander in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;As little balls of snow.&lt;br /&gt;They attract me, I don't know why;&lt;br /&gt;With their every bit of glow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy they call me,&lt;br /&gt;Up there to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go&lt;br /&gt;And happily lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And roam about all day,&lt;br /&gt;As they do, happy and gay.&lt;br /&gt;All summer I lay,&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought and sighed,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! how will I go?"&lt;br /&gt;It's too far away.&lt;br /&gt;And I watched the clouds again,&lt;br /&gt;From the earth where I stay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-9221444575326421833?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9221444575326421833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=9221444575326421833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/9221444575326421833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/9221444575326421833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/poems-by-suvarna.html' title='Poems by Suvarna'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-4044614133476808503</id><published>2008-01-23T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:58:37.764Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kiss poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s him poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Poems by Cassandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's him that starts my day,&lt;br /&gt;It's him that blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;It's him that makes me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;It's him that is my other half.&lt;br /&gt;It's him that I can talk to,&lt;br /&gt;It's him that says, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;It's him that made me cry,&lt;br /&gt;It's him that knows the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;It's him that broke my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It's him that tore me apart.&lt;br /&gt;It's him that went back out with me,&lt;br /&gt;It's him that says we are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's him that says were goin' to be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;It's him that says, "I'll leave you never."&lt;br /&gt;It's him that says, "I'm thinking of you."&lt;br /&gt;It's him that says, "I wish you knew."&lt;br /&gt;It's him that says, "I would never lie."&lt;br /&gt;It's me that says, "If I lose you I will die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for a quick one, so that's what he got.&lt;br /&gt;If he would have asked for a long one, I would of taken a shot.&lt;br /&gt;If he wanted to take it further and do a make-out session,&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone the whole nine yards and taught him a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;If he wants to start over and make this kiss better,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he should write me, a note or maybe even a letter,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me how this kiss didn't work out, it was not true,&lt;br /&gt;And that he wants to start over and sign it with "I love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-4044614133476808503?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4044614133476808503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=4044614133476808503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4044614133476808503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/4044614133476808503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/poems-by-cassandra.html' title='Poems by Cassandra'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-7628522960275192219</id><published>2008-01-23T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:38:21.762Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robin donaldson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being in love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being hurt and not understanding why poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Poems by Robin Donaldson</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Being Hurt and Not Understanding Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hurt by someone who&lt;br /&gt;You thought loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Is hard to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the person you love&lt;br /&gt;Is in love with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Is very hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and putting your life on hold&lt;br /&gt;Until this person decides they want you,&lt;br /&gt;Is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that person's voice or hearing someone&lt;br /&gt;Bring that person's name up and you want them back,&lt;br /&gt;Is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being in love with that same person&lt;br /&gt;Is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are hurt&lt;br /&gt;And there are lots of feelings&lt;br /&gt;That you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You still feel this way&lt;br /&gt;About a person&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't even&lt;br /&gt;Want anything&lt;br /&gt;To do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, suck it up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's life&lt;br /&gt;And that's how&lt;br /&gt;Some people are&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing&lt;br /&gt;You can do is&lt;br /&gt;Try to stay away&lt;br /&gt;From people&lt;br /&gt;Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are going to be hard to spot at first;&lt;br /&gt;That's how people are.&lt;br /&gt;But you will know when you do something wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Or you don't have anything to give:&lt;br /&gt;Then it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't give up&lt;br /&gt;And don't give in,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life goes on&lt;br /&gt;And the world is&lt;br /&gt;Getting harder.&lt;br /&gt;So get prepared for&lt;br /&gt;What's coming up&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you are in love&lt;br /&gt;Everything that was hard at one point,&lt;br /&gt;Is easy.&lt;br /&gt;And everything that seems so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right ...&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is a difference&lt;br /&gt;Between loving someone&lt;br /&gt;And being in love with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love with that person,&lt;br /&gt;Just by thinking about them&lt;br /&gt;Brings happy tears to your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;And every time you hear their name&lt;br /&gt;You get chills;&lt;br /&gt;And every time you see their face&lt;br /&gt;You know that they are the one,&lt;br /&gt;And that there is no one else&lt;br /&gt;Out there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you find the love that's right,&lt;br /&gt;At that moment you know&lt;br /&gt;That you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it, 'cause there is nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;Being in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7628522960275192219?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7628522960275192219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=7628522960275192219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7628522960275192219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/7628522960275192219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/poems-by-robin-donaldson.html' title='Poems by Robin Donaldson'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-1027566870951696528</id><published>2008-01-23T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:11:52.769Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daryl hennix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholic addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the entryway poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholics anonymous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poems by Daryl Hennix</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Knocking On Heaven's Door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day St.Gabriel blows his horn&lt;br /&gt;And the fallen arise from their graves.&lt;br /&gt;When the ears of the saved will ring&lt;br /&gt;In recognition;&lt;br /&gt;Every nation one in the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines so bright&lt;br /&gt;The moon is no longer known to&lt;br /&gt;Mankind and the eyes of the demons&lt;br /&gt;Melt away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shadows to cast or caverns to explore;&lt;br /&gt;Every soul stood to attention.&lt;br /&gt;Sinners called from their caves to&lt;br /&gt;Be held accountable for their ways,&lt;br /&gt;The Wicked close to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one by one we're held accountable,&lt;br /&gt;Each sin spelled word for word.&lt;br /&gt;Some granted entry others only teased&lt;br /&gt;At the idea, prior to facing&lt;br /&gt;Their fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is me who stands before Peter at the gates&lt;br /&gt;Of eternity, fists clenched of past wrongdoings,&lt;br /&gt;And St.Peter asks me of my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Have I loved enough?&lt;br /&gt;Have I let love and if I used the gifts given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I sinned too much?&lt;br /&gt;Made others sin, or&lt;br /&gt;Stood blind to obvious wrong doings?&lt;br /&gt;With no one else for me to cast blame;&lt;br /&gt;No friends or family by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel eyes witness my doubt, no words,&lt;br /&gt;Or muscles to move;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is plead ... Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Entryway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the entryway ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the next calm&lt;br /&gt;To tame the Vodka storm.&lt;br /&gt;My wandering mind&lt;br /&gt;Lost in an alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;Forest, bound by&lt;br /&gt;Tress of bourbon and scotch,&lt;br /&gt;Dripping their sweat&lt;br /&gt;Onto my head;&lt;br /&gt;Soaking through my&lt;br /&gt;Cranium, feeding&lt;br /&gt;Ideas and thoughts to&lt;br /&gt;My cerebral cortex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the entryway…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peach schnapps&lt;br /&gt;Nourishes the great&lt;br /&gt;Rivers and lakes I&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully call my&lt;br /&gt;Adversaries.&lt;br /&gt;Gin permeates the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Only to release the&lt;br /&gt;Tensions onto this&lt;br /&gt;Forest dwellers liver.&lt;br /&gt;The fog of inebriation&lt;br /&gt;Rules with an iron&lt;br /&gt;Fist just beyond the&lt;br /&gt;Heineken Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the entryway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is where my&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are glazed&lt;br /&gt;And visions often&lt;br /&gt;Double team me,&lt;br /&gt;Cornering me.&lt;br /&gt;My legs mere strings.&lt;br /&gt;Much too feeble&lt;br /&gt;To gain the advantage&lt;br /&gt;Over the flattest of soil.&lt;br /&gt;Cirrhosis was born&lt;br /&gt;As my true nemesis&lt;br /&gt;Tracking me down&lt;br /&gt;As its prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scraping away in&lt;br /&gt;My miserable attempt&lt;br /&gt;To escape my predator's&lt;br /&gt;Clutches, I decide to&lt;br /&gt;Walk through the entryway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Welcome to A.A”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-1027566870951696528?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-5231341683570365493</id><published>2008-01-23T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:58:32.415Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='full of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keshia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i love about you poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Poems by Keshia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of your touch while you are away,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of your smile all through the day.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day you came into my life,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the day I will be your wife.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the day I can fall asleep next to you,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the day I can say, "I do."&lt;br /&gt;To be your wife to be together for life,&lt;br /&gt;Is a dream I have every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Love about You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look at me your eyes so bright and blue.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you kiss me your lips so soft and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me so happy and the way you show you care.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say, "I love you", and you're always there.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you touch me sending me chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you are with me and glad you are mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5231341683570365493?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5231341683570365493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5231341683570365493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5231341683570365493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5231341683570365493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/poems-by-keshia.html' title='Poems by Keshia'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-5345937699025734986</id><published>2008-01-23T13:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:49:42.962Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k j louch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lovely garden poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>My lovely Garden by K J Louch</title><content type='html'>My lovely garden full of care,&lt;br /&gt;the birds and bees they settle there.&lt;br /&gt;The honey bees they work so hard,&lt;br /&gt;I watch them all from my back yard.&lt;br /&gt;The care they take upon them self,&lt;br /&gt;They make my garden shine with health.&lt;br /&gt;The birds they sing their songs all day,&lt;br /&gt;They help to take my blues away&lt;br /&gt;And when the evening sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;My lovely garden best around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5345937699025734986?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-8987572914740826338</id><published>2008-01-23T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:43:11.529Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashley bushway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Confused by Ashley Bushway</title><content type='html'>When I thought my life was going good for me,&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and it happened;&lt;br /&gt;It happened too fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew he had it for six months,&lt;br /&gt;But didn't want to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't tell us something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;He didn't tell us because he didn't want us scared or worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and it happened'&lt;br /&gt;It happened too fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;"Will he be ok? Should I go to my friends house?&lt;br /&gt;If I go to sleep will I wake up and fine him gone?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to school and hope he will be fine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and it happened,&lt;br /&gt;It happened to fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand there and watch him drink&lt;br /&gt;He chokes, He coughs, He spits.&lt;br /&gt;I try to run and say everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;I try to hide and say I'm safe in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to say I'm fine, but really I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I try to put a smile on my face, I can't frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and it happened&lt;br /&gt;It happened to fast for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-8987572914740826338?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Omari</title><content type='html'>All I ever wanted was to be in your heart, &lt;br /&gt;And for us to be together, and never be apart.&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad, I will dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared, I will comfort your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else in the world can ever compare, &lt;br /&gt;You’re perfect and so is this love that we share.&lt;br /&gt;We have so much more than I ever thought we would, &lt;br /&gt;I love you more than I ever thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to give you all I can give; &lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;When you need love, I will share&lt;br /&gt;When you are sick, I promise I will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I see our present, our future and past, &lt;br /&gt;By the look in your eyes I know we will last.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day you'll realize, &lt;br /&gt;How perfect you are when seen in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has gone by, in laughs and tears, &lt;br /&gt;These days I will remember, for years and years.&lt;br /&gt;Those memories we have, will never fade, &lt;br /&gt;Because these are the steps that we have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was the past, the future is near, &lt;br /&gt;And I just can't wait, for what will appear.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you and treat you right&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay by your side even when we fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I have, that all involve you, &lt;br /&gt;The chances I see and everything we can do.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for days, telling you what I feel, &lt;br /&gt;But all you have to know is my love for you is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-1525797210001994062?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-7813321349149553610</id><published>2008-01-23T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:23:57.299Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krissie honey poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re here poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>We're Here by Krissie Honey</title><content type='html'>Our thoughts will be there for you as you sit and reminisce,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the good times you will surely miss.&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to talk to or you're having a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that your friends are only a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart has never hurt so much, your tears don't seem to end,&lt;br /&gt;I promise you one day they will and your heart will start to mend.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember on the bad days when you are feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;Your loving friends and family are always there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-7813321349149553610?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7813321349149553610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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your sweet careness;&lt;br /&gt;Fill me with your wonderful light;&lt;br /&gt;Soothe my aching heart;&lt;br /&gt;And hold me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;The mere sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Summons deep emotions within.&lt;br /&gt;Like an old familiar song&lt;br /&gt;Like the comfort of a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;When you're near,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost to thoughts of love&lt;br /&gt;As you touch me with&lt;br /&gt;A magic that's as grand as a stars above.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I hunger for your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Offer me sweet tidings&lt;br /&gt;Of true love's tender bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I promise our love shall soar,&lt;br /&gt;Carried on the wings of a dove.&lt;br /&gt;So give me your heart , and&lt;br /&gt;Bless me with your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-3545127538361317604?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-53084730503477306</id><published>2008-01-23T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:02:04.856Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday master poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaos dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter dornan'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Master by Peter Dornan</title><content type='html'>The first time I’ve missed your Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;In sixteen years,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there in spirit,&lt;br /&gt;So don’t shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my grand old years,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t run,&lt;br /&gt;But before that John,&lt;br /&gt;we had some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you didn’t know,&lt;br /&gt;That I could write prose,&lt;br /&gt;I love my remembrance corner,&lt;br /&gt;And location you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year John,&lt;br /&gt;No scratching at the door,&lt;br /&gt;I know you won’t miss,&lt;br /&gt;My constant loud snore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems ‘Down Below’,&lt;br /&gt;It must have made you blush,&lt;br /&gt;You’d rather I was chasing,&lt;br /&gt;That kitchen sweeping brush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, I rubbed your legs,&lt;br /&gt;I only meant to pester,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss those walks to the shop,&lt;br /&gt;To collect your daily paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy and loved,&lt;br /&gt;Fed well, no dregs,&lt;br /&gt;But the old Arthritis,&lt;br /&gt;Attacked my hind legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cared for me when ill,&lt;br /&gt;I was strong, a bit of a Chancer,&lt;br /&gt;But that dreaded day came,&lt;br /&gt;With the onset of cancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this birthday,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll howl and howl, aloud,&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful Master,&lt;br /&gt;You really should be proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day friend,&lt;br /&gt;You really were ‘The Boss’,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday John,&lt;br /&gt;From your loving friend Chaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-53084730503477306?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/53084730503477306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=53084730503477306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/53084730503477306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/53084730503477306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-master-by-peter-dornan.html' title='Happy Birthday Master by Peter Dornan'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-2010340382240430583</id><published>2008-01-23T12:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:58:52.574Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop pretending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ushna sardar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m not gonna tell you poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reservation poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon of my heart poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the miracle poem'/><title type='text'>Poems by Ushna Sardar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm Not Gonna Tell You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I missed you&lt;br /&gt;Every single moment;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;How moments seemed like decades&lt;br /&gt;And how days become like years !&lt;br /&gt;The world seems so cold;&lt;br /&gt;Like a world so empty;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was standing in that empty world alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you!&lt;br /&gt;How much I was waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;How much I felt for you&lt;br /&gt;How the silence of my soul is killing me, softly;&lt;br /&gt;(and you're not there to save me!!)&lt;br /&gt;How did I survive?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Something tumbled inside.&lt;br /&gt;Nights alone ... days seems so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you;&lt;br /&gt;How much I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moon Of My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the moon on the sky&lt;br /&gt;With stars, it was looking so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;The full moon was mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;Night seemed so complete !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;And felt myself so empty all of a sudden !&lt;br /&gt;I was little bit envious&lt;br /&gt;(I realised that)&lt;br /&gt;I found myself Incomplete !&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! That's true!&lt;br /&gt;I'm incomplete without you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come to me and complete me baby&lt;br /&gt;The sky of my heart, I'm waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna envy any more&lt;br /&gt;Sky of my heart I'm waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon of my heart baby.&lt;br /&gt;Come to me baby and complete my sky !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reservation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter!&lt;br /&gt;How far or near you are!&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, my love is reserved for you.&lt;br /&gt;When you come, you will see&lt;br /&gt;Everything is the same.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change, ever;&lt;br /&gt;'Coz distances don't matter in love!&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna see one day!&lt;br /&gt;That's true baby.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is reserved for you!!&lt;br /&gt;All my love, all my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;My obsession, my passion,&lt;br /&gt;My all emotions:&lt;br /&gt;All reserved for you;&lt;br /&gt;All, I'm gonna submit to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And will do forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is telling me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;You feel the same:&lt;br /&gt;You love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not next to me though.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the distance between you and me!&lt;br /&gt;It seems like decade or million years!&lt;br /&gt;But I know when you come to me&lt;br /&gt;It all will end,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch will give me the meaning of new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will come to me&lt;br /&gt;And Iwill never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;So come to me baby !&lt;br /&gt;My thirsty soul is waiting for your love;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your touch.&lt;br /&gt;Come to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see a miracle !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are My Love My Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed last night and wanted to tell you;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a secret between us that I can’t keep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You whisper to me te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;With this smile upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;No more tears, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;Cause you love me.&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel your touch,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you love me.&lt;br /&gt;You whisper ne te amo mucho&lt;br /&gt;And I know I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;You weremy strength when I wasn’t strong.&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beating for me.&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel the love;&lt;br /&gt;I can still read your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And know all the meaning of unspoken words.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air,&lt;br /&gt;I can see love all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You help me understand&lt;br /&gt;That love is the answer to all that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that&lt;br /&gt;You are my love, my Valentine;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mucho my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Heart's Collapsed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It Was Raining!&lt;br /&gt;You left my hand suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;And walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking at you,&lt;br /&gt;But you never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining suddenly;&lt;br /&gt;I was seeing my empty hands,&lt;br /&gt;And the place where you left me.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining quietly!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I saw all doors closed,&lt;br /&gt;And all walls collapsed;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden ...&lt;br /&gt;There’s no home!&lt;br /&gt;There’s no wall!&lt;br /&gt;There is no door!&lt;br /&gt;There’s no more love!&lt;br /&gt;You said it's all over!&lt;br /&gt;You're said and done!&lt;br /&gt;You're said and gone!&lt;br /&gt;And I’m still standing in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still raining…&lt;br /&gt;Where are your arms&lt;br /&gt;That could hold me tight?&lt;br /&gt;Where is your love&lt;br /&gt;That can protect me?&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I need you!&lt;br /&gt;I want you!&lt;br /&gt;I’m nothing without you!&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without your love;&lt;br /&gt;I need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Without closing the door!&lt;br /&gt;It was raining and ...&lt;br /&gt;It’s still raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Is All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know the way to your heart!&lt;br /&gt;I know the words that&lt;br /&gt;Can bring revolution into your heart’s world!&lt;br /&gt;I know…&lt;br /&gt;And I believe, that&lt;br /&gt;Love is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Know The Way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent you many words!&lt;br /&gt;I sent you my soul!&lt;br /&gt;All those unspoken words!&lt;br /&gt;That are in my heart for you,&lt;br /&gt;That have been there for decades ...&lt;br /&gt;That I always wanted to tell you ...&lt;br /&gt;But somehow couldn’t say ever!&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished you could hear&lt;br /&gt;What I feel for you ...&lt;br /&gt;And how much I feel for you ...&lt;br /&gt;'Coz words are not enough to express anything.&lt;br /&gt;Words can’t express ...&lt;br /&gt;There are endless words ...&lt;br /&gt;An endless story...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if you can hear,&lt;br /&gt;But if you could read my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Or could hear the whispers of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Then you could know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a world for you,&lt;br /&gt;That has enough love to live,&lt;br /&gt;Love is enough for all life: That I believe!&lt;br /&gt;If you ever believe in love,&lt;br /&gt;You have to come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know the way of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever find the way to my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop Pretending!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna tell you!"&lt;br /&gt;You know the story;&lt;br /&gt;You know the words;&lt;br /&gt;You know the meaning:&lt;br /&gt;Every single word!&lt;br /&gt;You know the way I love you;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm nothing without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that everything belongs to you;&lt;br /&gt;You know that everything is for you;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending!&lt;br /&gt;You see into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You read my heart;&lt;br /&gt;You know the way that I love you;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending!&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;You know the meaning of my unspoken words!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything Has A New Beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised you gone!&lt;br /&gt;I realised you may not come back!&lt;br /&gt;All over so suddenly!&lt;br /&gt;I felt I'm standing in the world&lt;br /&gt;That seems so cold!&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that I am lost!&lt;br /&gt;I am empty handed,&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that time may could never be turned back!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could never get the chance again.&lt;br /&gt;I felt I couldn't live without your love!&lt;br /&gt;I realised I can't survive!&lt;br /&gt;I felt I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;I felt something come tumbling down,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart beat almost end!&lt;br /&gt;I was breathing slowly!&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I saw the ray of light!&lt;br /&gt;I felt I'm standing in the bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the rain upon me,&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I was in the desert!&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;And I could feel your touch;&lt;br /&gt;That you could keep me alive!&lt;br /&gt;I felt that we were side by side.&lt;br /&gt;In the desert where I was standing alone.&lt;br /&gt;But your love was there holding me tight.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that I could never be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;You were alongside me every single moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I was walking on the beach,&lt;br /&gt;I looked to the distance until I could see you!&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the waves may end at that point;&lt;br /&gt;That we needed to back to shore!&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;But it also rises again to bring in a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;If everything can have a new beginning ...&lt;br /&gt;What about us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-2010340382240430583?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2010340382240430583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=2010340382240430583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2010340382240430583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/2010340382240430583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-gonna-tell-you-by-ushna-sardar.html' title='Poems by Ushna Sardar'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-6663789850191765471</id><published>2008-01-23T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:26:47.301Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the empty home poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is it you poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazel lessiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>The Empty Home by Hazel Lessiter</title><content type='html'>The door is creaking.&lt;br /&gt;The wind howling.&lt;br /&gt;But no-one comes.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams shattered.&lt;br /&gt;A runaway child and a dead mother walk together.&lt;br /&gt;Their dreams gone.&lt;br /&gt;All that lies ahead is a rope.&lt;br /&gt;To die is to truly be with her agian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-6663789850191765471?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6663789850191765471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=6663789850191765471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6663789850191765471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/6663789850191765471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/empty-home-by-hazel-lessiter.html' title='The Empty Home by Hazel Lessiter'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-9078044581616786620</id><published>2008-01-23T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:03:47.323Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emory s ryberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your eyes poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poetry'/><title type='text'>Your Eyes by Emory S. Ryberg</title><content type='html'>Baby, be my everything.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't abandon me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like them;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be my end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer bare your lies.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it just stay&lt;br /&gt;The way you would always say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you tell me your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Only to shy away from my screams?&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all I had,&lt;br /&gt;You gave it all back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;How could this be,&lt;br /&gt;With her in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;How can you keep me out of harm's&lt;br /&gt;Way, when you lie keeping her warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget your lies.&lt;br /&gt;You will always look into the night;&lt;br /&gt;The wishing well has turned out the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-9078044581616786620?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9078044581616786620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=9078044581616786620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/9078044581616786620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/9078044581616786620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-eyes-by-emory-s-ryberg.html' title='Your Eyes by Emory S. Ryberg'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4286841314514519255.post-5075428677086541554</id><published>2008-01-23T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:57:46.207Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is it you poem'/><title type='text'>Is it you by 'Baby'</title><content type='html'>I’m feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;But now I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I’m having the flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you start to think of me I sneeze&lt;br /&gt;When you sit down and look at me I feel a soft cold breeze&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I’m having affection and it is directed to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes or your smile?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because of&lt;br /&gt;Your look and your voice?&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care; all I want is to hug you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, If you laugh I laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you are sad I will be sad with you&lt;br /&gt;When you are happy I’m too&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I have and want in this world is only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest moments&lt;br /&gt;And in desperate time&lt;br /&gt;When I need someone,&lt;br /&gt;I always seek for you to find&lt;br /&gt;I don’t don’t want anyone&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want anything&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always in my heart, you’re always there&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being with me, you’re the one who do care&lt;br /&gt;You should know that our friendship will never die&lt;br /&gt;I promise you because it is coming from my bottom of my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4286841314514519255-5075428677086541554?l=poemsfromyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5075428677086541554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4286841314514519255&amp;postID=5075428677086541554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5075428677086541554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4286841314514519255/posts/default/5075428677086541554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsfromyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-you-by-baby.html' title='Is it you by &apos;Baby&apos;'/><author><name>Stuart Wood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17002911522015380434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XoJkpdzNvPY/R1XYDlOX1AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-pEZDss68uo/S220/stuart2004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
