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Here's a silly poem that many a dieter will identify with!

 

Anyone for cake?

 

Breathe in, breathe out

watch those flabby bits hang out,

eating nothing all day long

hoping that the spare tyre's gone.

 

Stretch it, flex it, sweating in the gym

dear God, will I ever be slim?

Bought those hold in pants they sell,

I've shoe horned them on now, can't you tell...........

were they really worth the twenty pounds?

Cos I can still see those flabby mounds!

How much would it cost for a tummy tuck?

Anyone for cake?

.....ooooh yes........................oh F***!!

I just love it!!!:hihi:

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Why?

 

A desperate ache from deep within,

A hint of guilt, a touch of sin.

A searing rage rips all apart,

A chasm yearning in the heart.

A grinding hate spawns disbelief,

A fleeting hope gives no relief.

A vacant space leaves me to die,

All the while wondering why.

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Goodbye Mother

 

Mother you did the best you could for me

now enjoy your eternal sleep

Now i know man's not supposed to cry

but all i seem to do is weep

 

You were the best there is no doubt

you loved and nurtured me

You gave me birth and slaved and toiled

now rest eternally

 

A mothers love is the finest thing

all these words are true

So thank you mum for all you did

and Mother i love you

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Goodbye Mother

 

Mother you did the best you could for me

now enjoy your eternal sleep

Now i know man's not supposed to cry

but all i seem to do is weep

 

You were the best there is no doubt

you loved and nurtured me

You gave me birth and slaved and toiled

now rest eternally

 

A mothers love is the finest thing

all these words are true

So thank you mum for all you did

and Mother i love you

 

 

Appolo thats lovely :)

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Appolo thats lovely :)

 

thanks iv'e got tears in my eyes & a lump in my throat & i don't half miss her

& i'm not ashamed to admit it

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To okayitsme

 

Love your poem - - look at it from a male point of view. female visciousness and violence does exist, and hurts terribly.

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the sands of time

 

the sands of time with the dawn of the world came the rising of the sun for the very first time,

as she took to the skies rising inch by inch her soft glow touched the new born earth,

the seas began to shimmer in the light as the waves softly rose and fell,

the mountains thundered from the oceans casting dispersions through the surf.

 

then there was calm as every corner of the world embraced the dawning of new life,

the eternal hour glass had at last been turned as the sands of time began to flow,

each one carefully biding its time not to idle by or be rushed along its way,

it had already been written that when life was ready our spirit would start to grow.

 

the sands of time will flow throughout the journey through our lives,

never to be prevented from completing their solitary thankless task,

they will forever guide us as we search for all that is pure in our lives,

ensuring we remember that life, our fate, will come and find us is all they ask.

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A lyric rather than a poem, just wanted to share it.....

 

Emerald.

 

You dress my love in emerald hue

in velvet wrapped

preserved for you

placed on display with pinned down wings

this butterfly

screams to be free.

 

You are Franciscan to your soul

no living thing

can come to harm.

 

Fear, only fear imprisons me

we cannot face

the world alone

broken by our shared morality

your heart is black

my soul is gone.

 

Shaun (2005)

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Goodbye Mother

 

Mother you did the best you could for me

now enjoy your eternal sleep

Now i know man's not supposed to cry

but all i seem to do is weep

 

You were the best there is no doubt

you loved and nurtured me

You gave me birth and slaved and toiled

now rest eternally

 

A mothers love is the finest thing

all these words are true

So thank you mum for all you did

and Mother i love you

oh god,tears are streaming down my face,that poems is fantastic....really touches the heart:cry:

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It's not very good but I like it. It's basically about vanity and selfishness

 

She takes deep breaths

As she clearly sees

The sight of herself

Drowing in the sea

 

Her spirit jumps in

takes her by the waist

Brings her to the surface

And caresses that lovely face

 

She lays on the beach

Spluttering and coughing

A man walks past

And looks through her like shes nothing.

 

She treated him bad

In her life of self

Now he doesnt care

She's not really there

 

She killed her own spirit

Never realising

She saved her own life

And she will survive

 

She's out of her sea of self

The vanity which ran her life

Has gone, vanished,

Died.

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This is a poem my partner sent to me, via IM no less :) soon after we started seeing each other. It was the first poem someone ever wrote just for me, and I've only ever shared it with close friends before, so I hope he doesn't kill me for this :D

 

Do you know from our first kiss I knew,

My fate was sealed, my heart was sold to your heart,

For just one kiss.

 

Do you know you captured me with a smile,

Within a flash of your eyes,

It is so easy to become lost, mesmerised by a smile

 

Do, you know that when I hold you my spirit soars,

And at that moment, I find peace, an incredible silence

Which only the beatings of our hearts share.

 

Do you know what I am saying is I love you,

That I live for just a moment more with you,

And spend my days waiting...

For just one kiss.

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Whether this constitutes a poem, I don't know. But it does sum me up at the moment. Want all the luxuries in life, but am unwilling to work for them. Perhaps it's a poem in the making.

 

Big house, fast car, sharp suit, quids in.

Indolent, apathetic, inattentive, violin….

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