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Long poem by bahram sediqi | Details |

tell my blond dream

i dont know who is she i dont know where is she from i dont know what is she doing i dont know where is she leaving but if you saw her please tell her:
youre hair remind me of sunshine*you are perfect but its just fine                                      you are the shimmer of coldest night*date palms feel jealous of your height
the ocean of your eyes is so deep*the color of red roses is a lone from your lips
if being with you is not fair*hang me with a peace of your hair                                             hoping to reach you make me smile*the best wishes for you and your regrets are mine
hoping to reach you make me over come my fears* tell her that her holy voice is like music to my ears
just imagining that you are here*makes my eyes the river of tears                                  tell her that her love is like flood*without her love i prefer to get sink in my blood
tell her that her love had filled my vessels*without her i prefer to cut this vessels                          tell her that i dream about her every night*tell her that her love makes me fly on night
the heat of her breath is burning my soul*her love wont let me sleep like a night owl                 
what if getting sink the ocean of her eyes is crime?i will burn in fire till the end of time                if reaching her is so cruel*i will dream about her like a fool
her eyes are like ocean not like a pool*i will try to reach her till my lifes glass become full           if one day i reach her oasis*i will over come my crisis
this world has always made me screw*theres lots of problems i cant pass through                i dont want to know that is my dream is false or true*just tell me will my tall blond dream come true
the reason i dont speak is not shiness*if i approach her i will break my silence           if she reach my heart walls*the walls of my castle falls
tell her that her love had destroyed my resistance* tell her that without her i dont want this existance           
how can i make my self satisfied with some drink*when her love made my heart to shrink             without her i cant sing i cant dance i cant think*if you know her please tell me some thing
shes the only flower of the spring*tell her that my tears are like a spring                   im asking her from fortune to bring*these rose gardens are her foot print
i can hear her name from canary that sings*im asking fortune to bring her to my ring                my only dream has blue eyes*with my dream even hell is nice
oceans feel jealous of her eyes*if sun see her hair it wont rise               words are not enough to explain her so they lies*shes price less but treasures have price
shes greater than black holes and hawkings explanation*she had destroyed the borders of my imagination
tell her that my heart is empty of temptation*its filled with best dreams and sensation             
 you are not lovely you are the meaning of love the perfection*if this whole world is ugly you are the only exception
you are the perfectness you are the heat of the fire*the ocean of your eyes had filled my heart with desire
my heart is burnt with your fire*so the ocean of your eyes should be admired           if i said your the highest it can be im a lier*cause you are a million time higher
tell her that me and the night are both lonely*cause shes the best shes the one shes the only    tell her that the beauty of her eye brow*is a million time more than rainbow  
the wind in her hair has perfect smell*the smell that is alot more than i can tell


Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?


We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.


Long poem by Anna Lo | Details |

GONE Anna Lo PH

? ...GONE... ?

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..

I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..

If you're lonely and your heart feels empty, 
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..

Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..

Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..

Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..

What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...

They say relationships are like glass 
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.

Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness 
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..

I'm tired my Beloved.. 
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..

So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..

Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo

P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?

(re-edited letter)


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Chilled to the Bone

Shivering with fear,
I want to be in someone else’s skin
Chilled to the bone,
Nameless remorse whips me from deep within
From deep within,
This pain drips on like acid rain
Deep down inside, the sin
Scorches me aflame 
Can’t help, but be driven insane

Chilled to the bone
By the gloomy atmosphere
Why are you gone? I’m all alone…
Devouring despised fear…
Chilled to the bone
Afraid to let go…
Weighed down by gravity…I groan
I won’t go with the flow

Shivering with fear,
I want to be in someone else’s skin
Chilled to the bone,
Nameless remorse whips me from deep within
From deep within,
This pain drips on like acid rain
Deep down inside, the sin
Scorches me aflame
Can’t help, but be driven insane

I’m sorry that I’ve let you down
You can’t save me from my demise
Nothing can change what has happened,
But you change my future
I’ve tried too hard and this childlike joy – I can’t discard!
Feeling like I’ve wasted my time
Why am I a depressed bard?
Have a committed a terrible crime?

Shivering with fear,
I want to be in someone else’s skin
Chilled to the bone,
Nameless remorse whips me from deep within
From deep within,
This pain drips on like acid rain
Deep down inside, the sin
Scorches me aflame 
It’ll always be that same burn
As the oceans collide and churn
Feeling this shame without a name
Mistreated by your own shame
I should refrain from gettin’ driven insane 
Chilled to the bone, 
I just want you to leave me alone for a time
Walking on my own,
I found out that love never lasts – 
It’s a forgotten line,
Sick of trying to rhyme…rhyme…

Chilled to the bone
By the fear of losing you (I hope that fear doesn’t draw near)
Why are you gone? 
Have I ran out of time?
Biting my fingers, hoping the boat will steer,
Undamaged with capacity…
Hopefully, we’ll arrive in one piece – 
That’s my only plea!

I swear I’ll be okay
If the clouds don't turn gray today in May
I won't be feeling gay...
Not that anyone cares I feel that way
If you left me out of the blue...I wouldn't know what to say
I'll be depressed all day, but hey
That's reality...I need to get real,
For my heart is made out of the finest, strongest steel 
I won't make it a big deal!
I'll forgive the past and forget about it for a change
For, it's about time we rearrange 

Please don’t forget about me easily this fine day
I promise I’ll be happy child on God…dancing merrily
 
I thought you belonged with me, 
But our relationship only lasted for a while, baby
Oh Lord! I wish you’d give us peace!

Give me a piece of what you got
Chilled to the bone, don’t leave me to rot!


Long poem by kasim ishmael | Details |

The love of your life

 The days that we have spend with each other
 Has instilled a new life inside of me
 I was never someone to surrender my feelings
 So the way I feel now is still a mystery

 With your smile and compassionate ways
 Have made me fall helplessly in love with you
 You alone have made my life worth living
 like a miracle of a dream coming true

 You’re the first thought that comes to my mind
 When i awake each and every morning 
 And when I call and hear your voice
 I pinch my self to see if I’m dreaming

 Wish I can spend every living second with you
 I have never felt like this before
 I don’t know what it is that you have done
 But every day I love you more and more

 You entered my life like a candle in the dark
 And shine your love on me so bright 
 And you completely stole my heart
 Like if you were a thief in the night

 Went you meet the love of your live
 You know right away that’s the one
 For them you’ll take an arrow in the heart
 Even stand in front the bullet of a gun

 And you know deep down in your soul
 That you will do anything to be with them
 And you longed to be hold in their arms
 trembling with emotions like a flowers on a stem

 Your very existence is base around them
 And you do everything with them on your mind
 You eat, sleep, shower, and go to work 
 They are with you all of the time

 And if they ever had pain and sorrow in their life
 You want to do anything to take it away
 And you will love them till the day you die
 For they are your morning ,noon, night and day

 And if any thing should ever happen to them
 And god takes them from this world
 You know your life will not go on
 You have to be bury with them in the hole

 She is the love of my life
 I love her deep down in my heart and soul
 The blood that flows thru my veins
 She is my love, my life, my whole world

 Will be by her side thru sickness and health
 Hold her close and kiss her head
 Tuck her under the sheets
 Take her warn milk and cookies in bed

 And I will make her breakfast every morning
 Cook all the Trinidad dishes for her to try
 And if a tear drop should fall from her eyes
 It’s because of the joy she feels inside

 The thought of us sharing the bond of marriage
 Right now is just all in my imagination
 But I know one day it will all come true
 And we will be dancing at our reception

 And it’s killing me being so far from you
 but one day i will get on a plane 
 And run straight in your arms
 And I will never be lonely again


Long poem by Samantha Komornik | Details |

Eden part 1

An angelic figure glides among the damned
One who is not quite angel, yet not quite so much as human
More like something in between the lines of both barely hanging onto the title
With eyes that paralyze, and pierce the very soul
Eyes that can stop the beating of he heart, the breath from ones very chest
That can chill the blood that courses through a delta of veins
Eyeliner charcoal tears from a broken heart cascade down flawless porcelain cheeks
and lips that curve into the perfect heart melting smile
All placed upon a porcelain face of an angel who is not an angel
A damned soul walks among the graced prescence of the angel who is not an angel yet not human
She speaks in empty verses through the ink that flows through the river Styx encased in her very veins
An emptiness on the inside she ignores as the hole grows bigger as days pass
She hovers in a place that is not a place
Drifting in between realities as she pleases, preferring the place that is not a place
Where white roses grow under a bleeding moon that cries out to the shadows
Drifting from there to a false reality
Where friends are not friends
and love is always just out of a finger tip's reach
A reality where people hurt other people, step on them and use them without second thoughts
Victimized, she drowns in her thoughts and sorrow.
She stands alongside listening to the empty shell as it criticizes her once more
Drifting, falling into a catatonic state in a place that is not a place
Grey eyes glazing over at a reflective surface, drowning so far into thought, suffocating...
Filling lungs with thoughts that feel like liquid lead, liquid poison that feeds the soul
A command brings her crashing back, the accident far too tragic to fix 
The empty shell snaps, walks away and continues on her way
Turning the damned, by chance of fate, paralyzed with awe and fear comes face to face with an angel that is not an angel 
Her breath catches, her heart stops, all in a beautiful simultaneous death, that is not exactly a death..
In the prescience of an angel, who's not an angel
You feel at peace for once, like nothing can go wrong.
You feel like there's hope and love that was once so far out of reach encases itself in ones heart.
Their eyes connect, brown to blue
She's frozen there, glued to the spot
Caught in his angelic gaze
she feels safe, at home, at peace
She apologizes quietly, for having disrupted the path of an angel, and slips away
Desperately wishing to turn back and speak more, but far too shy to


Long poem by liam mcdaid | Details |

Distant Pipes Lament - Part-1

Into a vortex chemically unbalanced,
Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch.
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced,
All darkness Inverted oh so much.

Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch,
Outside reality searching space.
All darkness Inverted oh so much,
I hear the call of ancient race.

Outside reality searching space,
Searching out for ancient rune.
I hear the call of ancient race,
Before a cold lonely winter moon.

Searching out for ancient rune,
Weeping starlight crystal light.
Before a cold lonely winter moon,
Cold desolation In the night.

Weeping starlight crystal light,
Always watching In silver shadows.
Cold desolation In the night,
As cold as old ancient barrows.

Always watching In silver shadows,
Rising spirit of the old mountain dew.
As cold as old ancient barrows, 
An ancient calling beckoning you.

Rising spirit of the old mountain dew,
Playing haunting tunes.
An ancient calling beckoning you,
Casting musical runes.

Playing haunting tunes,
Drunken on the old Celtic pipes.
Casting musical runes,
By ancient Arrachs' stripes.

Drunken on the old Celtic pipes,
Enchanting magic sings.
By ancient Arrachs' stripes,
The ancient Celts she brings.

Enchanting magic sings,
Happiness a virtue of Joy In heart.
The ancient Celts she brings,
The glory of ancient days ne'er part.

Happiness virtue of joy In heart,
Breathing In sighs deeply linger.
The glory of ancient days ne'er part,
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger.

Breathing In sighs deeply linger,
Staring off Into a horizon distant.
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger,
My timeless sorrow runs consistant.

Staring off Into a horizon distant,
Beautiful salted fresh air echoes.
My timeless sorrow runs consistant,
Now my grieving thought upon you flows.

Beautiful salted fresh air echoes,
Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories.
Now my grieving thought upon you flows,
As I receive waves' memory deliveries.

Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories,
Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon.
As I receive waves' memory deliveries,
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune.

Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon,
Your bright light touches one vision.
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune,
My heart weeps In Its derision.

Your bright light touches one vision,
Standing out most beautiful lady.
My heart weeps In Its derision,
As warm before me you stand In glory.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.


Long poem by Ian Guyler | Details |

TWINKLE TWINKLE

TWINKLE ! TWINKLE !

Betcha walk so perty,....Miss oh so pretty
dontcha know
Bet ya can wriggle n squirm n tease real fine
But you never do that for him,......never for him
That's why it's time for his fun......it's cutting time
Watching..always her......everyday...she passes
Blouse a button undone , skirt tucked higher
A real tease a real heart racer........ A judger
School bag satchel....full of other than books
She's playing hooky again...teasing the bad boys
She's gonna make out ....she's gonna act adult
He burns,..he knows....he's bad
it's what his momma calls.......the evils
But he burns hard,,,just thinking ....of her
Now it's cutting time..twinkle, twinkle........
And bleeding time........and dying time.....


Shhhhh quiet ,listen to my voice
Understand one thing, here now!
You do not have a single choice

Your life to me is worthless see
This trusty blades.my real friend!
And It's not so friendly as you'll see

We're gonna take a little walk now
Not a peep, not a word,..don't talk
Shhh now,.. you know me...I stalk!

"Twinkle twinkle......little shiny blade
I sing this song when I don't get laid"
Shhhh my little star...please don't fade

Been observing you for weeks my love
Know where you go, and who you see
Now my blade here, gets jealous see

Here we are now , a quiet underpass
Yes I know it's cold, damp, just dirt!
Shhhh now my love..this is gonna hurt.........


Everyday a new nightmare to live through
Waiting for the blue light to end this grief
No letter left to pacify our hurting hearts
Disappeared after school.....like a thief

photo plastered..across every lamp post
Not quite a current one, her coat so red
She wore it everywhere , it was her pride
Said she would wear it till she was dead

Guess that may come back to haunt us
She's been gone 4 days now..since school
In the picture frame....our little girl smiles
4 days, 4 whole days..who could be so cruel


Peter knew the things he did were wrong 
couldn't quieten down that damned song
Twinkle twinkle,....haunted his black dreams
Faithful shiny blade....makes it go away
But not for long

Her name made the news and papers too
Gemma they say.......was as good as gold
But she was a tease oh so teasing a flirt
He knew she was bad,knew she must hurt

Been out with the bad boys all day all night 
Her bag full of cheating.... her coat so red
Followed her excited, his trusty knife in hand
Twinkle,slash,twinkle, cut......twinkle.....dead




Long poem by soul Seeker | Details |

I failed you and I lost myself

Every single day of my life, I fail to get beyond the worries and the lies,
No matter how hard I try, I feel so frail and I just go to bed with wet eyes.
Work conundrums, relationship games, nothing really is falling in place
Still I try to pull my act together; but all that people notice is a painful grimace.
Why am I so unsure of myself is something I could never truly comprehend
I guess failure meant invisibility as I was anyways awkward at making friends.
Studies and sports were important I thought, missed on the art of charming a guy
Suddenly this school heartthrob calls me his best friend, and my heart let out a sigh.
Between his breakups and crushes, our fantasies, truly amazing five years just went by
That fascination of “maybe this is more than friendship” crept in and it was hard to deny.
We flirted, but when he’d talk dirty I didn’t reciprocate, so he’d say “friendship only” is our fate
I’d truly accepted I am not his soul mate, but our friendship too will fade is what I didn’t anticipate.
There was this strange vibe every time we met, he was drawn to me differently and wanted to kiss
It’s the usual banter, I thought, don’t let any feelings stir; I’d say “why didn’t you” and casually dismiss.
Next, when we both were in town, he literally begged me to try and get together at my residence
It had been months since we last met, so I managed some lone time home without any hesitance.
He disarmed me with his toned stunningly handsome body, I gasped as I saw him playfully recline 
Before I realized, I was swaying in his arms, our eyes were locked and I felt his moist lips on mine.
My first kiss and with HIM, except for my heavily pounding heart, my whole body became too numb
I felt chills down my spine, as he tucked his hand under my t-shirt, caressing my cheeks with his thumb.
He was taken aback as I lay there silent and completely motionless, so he gently pulled away 
My heart shrieked, my arms around his waist, I tugged myself as he stood up to leave in dismay.
He sighed and held me again, gave me a peck on the lips and steadily walked out of my door
I was thrilled by the sensation of his touch, but my stiffness through it shook me to the core.
And that was it, I didn’t just lose him in bed that evening, because he felt I acted too uptight
He got into another relationship, broke all ties and since then nothing about myself ever felt right.
I tried and am still trying to recuperate, but in every sphere, life inevitably succeeds to intimidate.


Long poem by Lukie Pieterse | Details |

The grotto

In the dark innards of my grotto,
Demons of failure from yesteryear ever present,
Vultures of self doubt and insecure feelings at the ready, 
Picking at flesh so tired and numb.

A living hell perhaps,
And yet, a haven of seclusion,
A place of refuge against a worse fate:
To face a world of demanding surrender,
Surrender of my few intimate defenses,
Defenses against possible hurt,
Defenses against possible rejection and even scorn,
Defenses against submission of my mind and soul,
Becoming vulnerable in the exposure of my innermost feelings,
Hesitantly peeling off the layers of self protection,
Leaving bare a sense of doubt and insecure offering of my being, 
The fear demon of possible rejection choking me during the small hours of the night,
Lingering close by in daylight too,
Ready to strike at a moment least expected.

And when you hold the mirror for me to see,
I look and I flee,
Running with wild anxiety fueling the legs of my quest:
To reach my grotto and shut the door,
Keeping out the harsh realities of possible loss and failure to bond,
Avoiding the agonizing moment of unavoidable admission:
What we had was but a mirage,
Untouchable and unreal,
A dream,
A fantasy of sorts,
Born of lonely need and longing and yearning for a close union with your mind and soul and body alike,
Wanting to walk with you by my side
On this road called a-life-shared-in-intimate-togetherness-with-you.

No, rather my grotto then,
Where my hopes and dreams can be secreted and kept out of sight,
Until such time that I can muster the energy and will again
To rid myself of the vultures of self doubt and the demons of mistrust,
And hesitantly open the door of my grotto once more,
Hoping to find a ray of sunshine willing to peek in,
Praying that I might just hear you calling my name,
Begging me to leave the dark innards of my self imposed grotto of loneliness,
Whispering words that sound like love.

And I want to believe you with all my heart,
Because I know as well as you do,
If I were to stay holed up in the dark innards of my grotto,
There can be no future,
There can be no hope,
There can be no union.
There will be loneliness,
There will be disappointment,
There will be disillusionment.
The longing will become more painful,
The yearning unbearable,
The desire still bigger.

At the end of the day I promise you:
In my grotto I won't stay.
Bear with me,
Have patience with me,
And if you can,
And if you want,
Please keep on loving me?


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