noladreams30 wrote:
Excitement of new
beginnings, which promise
much. He makes me swoon.
Excitement of new
beginnings, which promise
much. He makes me swoon.
Guess I spoke too soon! 
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Guess I spoke too soon! 
A friend of mine has just been given six months to live. She's 25. I wrote this poem very quickly in order to release some grief.
Beneath the fragility of time we stand alone
Thinking of the warmth that others have shown
As the memories linger like clouds in the sky
Friends all gather for the last goodbye
A ife so precious, so filled with love
A beautiful sunset, sent from above
Please atnd tall, with lost sisters and brothers
You'll always live on, in the hearts of others.
Beneath the fragility of time we stand alone
Thinking of the warmth that others have shown
As the memories linger like clouds in the sky
Friends all gather for the last goodbye
A ife so precious, so filled with love
A beautiful sunset, sent from above
Please atnd tall, with lost sisters and brothers
You'll always live on, in the hearts of others.
My heart sings because you love me
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
Bonedigger wrote:
My heart sings because you love me
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
My heart sings because you love me
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
Wow. Stunning.
noladreams30 wrote:
Wow. Stunning.
Bonedigger wrote:
My heart sings because you love me
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
My heart sings because you love me
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
Wow. Stunning.
thank younoladreams30 wrote:
Wow. Stunning.
Bonedigger wrote:
My heart sings because you love me
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
My heart sings because you love me
Its own opera, unchained melody
I love you, adore you without measure
This second chance, a gift I'll treasure
I will love you fully and wholly, without remit
And joyfully submerse myself in it
I will drown in your smile, and melt in your arms
My soul will dance in the midst of your charms
So perfect, so right, this love divine
Except the fact that you are not mine
No matter, our entiwined hearts were meant to be
and I will wait till they are, for eternity.
Wow. Stunning.
Seconded
Words fail me.
And the anger grows,
wells up deep from reserves unknown.
Can't speak of it,
at least not without tears.
They fall unbidden
as blizzard snowflakes; icy too.
Chilled heart, compassionless.
Will it mend?
In time, they say.
Who's 'they'?
They're not us, torn apart.
Rifts only grow; the familial fabric
ripped, in pieces.
I lift the handset,
but words fail me.
And the anger grows,
wells up deep from reserves unknown.
Can't speak of it,
at least not without tears.
They fall unbidden
as blizzard snowflakes; icy too.
Chilled heart, compassionless.
Will it mend?
In time, they say.
Who's 'they'?
They're not us, torn apart.
Rifts only grow; the familial fabric
ripped, in pieces.
I lift the handset,
but words fail me.
Hears one chris wrote me when i was 13 or 14, awwwwwww what a sweety.
Within a cage you hold my heart to love noone but you , there is no key to set me free no power to uncage me ,
if such a power did excist and came to visit me with all my strength and all my love id make it leave me be ,
so now you no how much i care how much i want to be there right by you side through day and night to tell you why i care.
Within a cage you hold my heart to love noone but you , there is no key to set me free no power to uncage me ,
if such a power did excist and came to visit me with all my strength and all my love id make it leave me be ,
so now you no how much i care how much i want to be there right by you side through day and night to tell you why i care.
Hears one chris wrote me when i was 13 or 14, awwwwwww what a sweety.
Within a cage you hold my heart to love noone but you , there is no key to set me free no power to uncage me ,
if such a power did exist and came to visit me with all my strength and all my love id make it leave me be ,
so now you no how much i care how much i want to be there right by your side through day and night to tell you why i care.
Within a cage you hold my heart to love noone but you , there is no key to set me free no power to uncage me ,
if such a power did exist and came to visit me with all my strength and all my love id make it leave me be ,
so now you no how much i care how much i want to be there right by your side through day and night to tell you why i care.
noladreams30 wrote:
Words fail me.
And the anger grows,
wells up deep from reserves unknown.
Can't speak of it,
at least not without tears.
They fall unbidden
as blizzard snowflakes; icy too.
Chilled heart, compassionless.
Will it mend?
In time, they say.
Who's 'they'?
They're not us, torn apart.
Rifts only grow; the familial fabric
ripped, in pieces.
I lift the handset,
but words fail me.
Words fail me.
And the anger grows,
wells up deep from reserves unknown.
Can't speak of it,
at least not without tears.
They fall unbidden
as blizzard snowflakes; icy too.
Chilled heart, compassionless.
Will it mend?
In time, they say.
Who's 'they'?
They're not us, torn apart.
Rifts only grow; the familial fabric
ripped, in pieces.
I lift the handset,
but words fail me.
noladreams30 wrote:
Words fail me.
And the anger grows,
wells up deep from reserves unknown.
Can't speak of it,
at least not without tears.
They fall unbidden
as blizzard snowflakes; icy too.
Chilled heart, compassionless.
Will it mend?
In time, they say.
Who's 'they'?
They're not us, torn apart.
Rifts only grow; the familial fabric
ripped, in pieces.
I lift the handset,
but words fail me.
Words fail me.
And the anger grows,
wells up deep from reserves unknown.
Can't speak of it,
at least not without tears.
They fall unbidden
as blizzard snowflakes; icy too.
Chilled heart, compassionless.
Will it mend?
In time, they say.
Who's 'they'?
They're not us, torn apart.
Rifts only grow; the familial fabric
ripped, in pieces.
I lift the handset,
but words fail me.
Love that Nola
Piles
22nd Jan 2009 - 12:01pm
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
And sure it never did much harm
Rattle, bang and the odd wee squeak
It always kept my bed quiet warm
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
One of the greatest tools known to man
The surgeon must have been a woman
Jealous of the skill I had to hand
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
How will I now bond with the boys
They'll all can fart any time they like
I'll have to invest in more boys toys
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
Today I lie here sad and glum
They didn't need tpo go there
Why where they messing with my bum
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
But wait, whats this familiar feeling
There she blows, it's fixed again
I can come down from the ceiling
anon
Medic_1
And sure it never did much harm
Rattle, bang and the odd wee squeak
It always kept my bed quiet warm
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
One of the greatest tools known to man
The surgeon must have been a woman
Jealous of the skill I had to hand
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
How will I now bond with the boys
They'll all can fart any time they like
I'll have to invest in more boys toys
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
Today I lie here sad and glum
They didn't need tpo go there
Why where they messing with my bum
They've gone and broke my fart muscle
But wait, whats this familiar feeling
There she blows, it's fixed again
I can come down from the ceiling
anon
Medic_1
Do not look upon this cold still body,
I am not there.
Do not look in my favorite chair,
I am not there.
I am for ever in your memory,
but do not dwell there.
Move on, find new love, move on.
Move on to find another to warm you.
Move on my love move on.
I am not there.
Do not look in my favorite chair,
I am not there.
I am for ever in your memory,
but do not dwell there.
Move on, find new love, move on.
Move on to find another to warm you.
Move on my love move on.
I wrote this for my wife in 2006 (we'd been married 11 years), she's now leaving me. Can't decide if I like the poem now or not I remember thinking it expressed how I felt at the time though.
I often think our life is just a song
We accept poor lyrics providing they're long
I can't define it, but since I found you
Our songs have joined ones become two
Harmonies both chilling and sweet
Are beautiful reminders of how two minds meet
my song was floundering, lost
Playing from a heart filled with frost
You are my chorus, hook, refrain
Without you scales would be all that remain
I can't sing, dance or really speak
But I do know with you my life is complete.
I often think our life is just a song
We accept poor lyrics providing they're long
I can't define it, but since I found you
Our songs have joined ones become two
Harmonies both chilling and sweet
Are beautiful reminders of how two minds meet
my song was floundering, lost
Playing from a heart filled with frost
You are my chorus, hook, refrain
Without you scales would be all that remain
I can't sing, dance or really speak
But I do know with you my life is complete.
webster wrote:
I wrote this for my wife in 2006 (we'd been married 11 years), she's now leaving me. Can't decide if I like the poem now or not I remember thinking it expressed how I felt at the time though.
I often think our life is just a song
We accept poor lyrics providing they're long
I can't define it, but since I found you
Our songs have joined ones become two
Harmonies both chilling and sweet
Are beautiful reminders of how two minds meet
my song was floundering, lost
Playing from a heart filled with frost
You are my chorus, hook, refrain
Without you scales would be all that remain
I can't sing, dance or really speak
But I do know with you my life is complete.
I wrote this for my wife in 2006 (we'd been married 11 years), she's now leaving me. Can't decide if I like the poem now or not I remember thinking it expressed how I felt at the time though.
I often think our life is just a song
We accept poor lyrics providing they're long
I can't define it, but since I found you
Our songs have joined ones become two
Harmonies both chilling and sweet
Are beautiful reminders of how two minds meet
my song was floundering, lost
Playing from a heart filled with frost
You are my chorus, hook, refrain
Without you scales would be all that remain
I can't sing, dance or really speak
But I do know with you my life is complete.
I love the musical imagery Webster. Hope things work out.
Nola x
Nola,
Things always do & will work out - just not necessarily to ones satisfaction. My wife is a musician and the most beautiful & talented person I've ever met (hence I love her) that's why the music references seemed to work for me.
I know I will be better but at the moment I'm struggling - I feel more poetry coming on
Thank-you for your kind words - who'd have thought this would be where I turned for some solace?
Take care
Things always do & will work out - just not necessarily to ones satisfaction. My wife is a musician and the most beautiful & talented person I've ever met (hence I love her) that's why the music references seemed to work for me.
I know I will be better but at the moment I'm struggling - I feel more poetry coming on
Thank-you for your kind words - who'd have thought this would be where I turned for some solace?
Take care
