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LOVE IS LIKE .....

LOVE IS LIKE.........................

Love is like a pair of shoes!
Easy to abuse, or tossed in the trash when over used.

Love is like fire,
soon you'll get burn, or the flames will just simply turn off!

Love is like a car,
always finding ways to get it fixed, or searching for a better one!

Love is like a calendar,
changing days, weeks in 12 months, with resolutions never accomplished!

Love is like dirty laundry, you put it to the side!

Love is like a song, winds up all kinds of emotion before it ends!

Love is like a teacher, never appreciated!

Love is like dirt, easy to step on, or sweep away!

Love is like make up, easy to remove with tears!

Love is like a battery, draining all it's juice till it runs out!

Love is like a model, full of $h*t!

Love is like a Doctor, dumping hurting news with a cost!

Love is like a remote control, to many buttons to push!

Love is like the universe, confusing without knowing what's out there!

Love is like power, to hard to handle!

Love is like a fart, it really stinks!

Love is like a coloring book, scribbling pages to get it over with!

Love is like a flower, that will die eventually!

Love is like an egg, one way, or another it has to break or rot!

Love is like a shadow, it only happens with light!

Love is like a roach, waiting to get crushed!

Love is like a unicorn, does it even exist!

Love is like a heart beat, easy to stop!


By; p.d.
**********(LMFAO)*************** 
I think I had to much fun demoting love.
...........Instead Of promoting (LOL)........

Love is like wow! if you really must know!


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010


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Dear Santa, Let Me Explain

DEAR SANTA, LET ME EXPLAIN


Dear Santa Claus, way up in the North Pole
Please, at least give me a chance to explain!
How was I supposed to know Dad’s remote control
Would get crushed when run over by a toy train?

I am not as naughty a boy as you might think,
I’m not a bad kid, I am not as bad as all that,
Who knew paint should not be poured down the sink?
Or that you should never try to shave the cat.

No matter what stories you might have heard,
I can be pretty darn good when I give it a try.
The cat will never again be stuffed in the cage with the bird,
Or slingshot to see if he can be taught how to fly.

I eat all of mom’s cooking, no matter how bad
I do my best to clean up my plate.
Only once did I hide the car keys in the freezer on Dad
The line I walk is narrow and straight.

I am sorry about the window, it was an accident
I was just playing ball with my friends.
I will pay for the glass, one hundred percent
And do whatever I can to make amends.

I am sure that Grandma has forgotten about those plates
She has forgotten about almost every other thing.
And I never bring her frogs or the snakes she hates
I have not muddied her carpets since Spring.

And about my kid sister, her hair will grow back,
Dad said she looked cuter than cute.
I think the rug in my room looks better in black
And Grandpa already replaced his gray suit.

So give me a break, Santa, I’m trying real hard,
It’s not easy keeping grownups happy, you see.
Maybe pirates really did bury treasure in our yard,
If I had found it, they would be happy, I guarantee.

So maybe sometimes I get in trouble when I get into a fight
Maybe sometimes I have to clap erasers after school,
I’m just full of energy, holding me down is not right
So what if I don’t follow their stupid rules

That rat Benny B., he had it coming, St. Nick,
He has been giving me guff for a week
He is a bully and a punk and he just makes me sick
With his nonstop tormentor’s mean streak.

You are Santa, you know the truth, I am really OK
I’m not a bad kid all of the time,
Just please bring me Christmas, I’ll do whatever you say,
I will even stop writing in rhyme.

Just one more thing Santa, and I hope you don’t mind
I really want to spread holiday cheer,
So if your list falls a little bit behind,
Please cut me a little slack for next year.


Copyright © Christopher Reilley | Year Posted 2014


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Lovely Rap lol

Im with you, I get a rush
You leave, I get crushed
Cant wait to see whats in store for us

We have a future of learning
Lot of love to be earning
Its you, you got my heart turning

All ways, different directions
You plus me, in gods protection
Stand up now, if you got an objection

I think it's love, dont try an stop us
No need to impress
Through this life we'll progress

We'll hold true
Things we never knew
Not as one But Two

Love I never knew
A beginning so true
Lets make our debut

Kiss me, I feel high
Hug me, dont question why
Without you I'd die

One more time, Let me tell you this
I need your love I need your kiss
Never will I miss

Forever and only, baby I love you
What you going to do
Say it back, Ha baby I already knew ;))


Copyright © Trevor Pitts | Year Posted 2010


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I am alone-2

I am alone

I’m all alone
Yet again
In this sparsely populated plain
My dearheart having gone off the screen 
Giving me  a really nasty turn
To hit the sad way of the forlorn
But your love I never did spurn
Thinking of you in the dreamlands that burn.

And just once
Only once
Hand me my overdue recompense
Fill me  with an ounce of tenderness
Just strum these hyper strung weird chords
So I could moan thanks in all fairness
To the one beating the beast out of breasts
A prelude to  pulverising the pelvis
But your love I never did spurn
In Cupid’s fair, in fairylands that burn.

I will wait
At any rate
For whatever it is you deem right
To this one with a lot of blights
Turned inside out and flaming now bright
Crush to get crushed by taut thighs at night
But your love I never did spurn
Thinking of you in the scrublands that burn.

I’m all alone…yet again
In this sparsely populated plain
My dearheart having gone off the screen
Giving me a really nasty turn
To hit the sad way of the forlorn
But your love I never did spurn
Thinking of you in the dreamlands that burn.

16 Feb 13


For Cyndi Macmillan's " My spice box:Sensual poetry" contest

For Catie Lindsay's Freeverse contest on 6th mar 13


Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2013


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pocahontas

I see you. I feel like that's all I do anymore. 
No words escape from my lips.
All I can think is "There she is"
My heart races a mile a minute.
I don't know whether I'm going to
jump for joy when I see your face or hide
in agony in a corner like a child on punishment.
All I know is that your beautiful.
I wish I could read your mind and 
finally get these feelings understood.
I almost don't want to burst the bubble.
I'm afraid of the stench of  the truth when it comes leaking out
like an old carton of milk.
I'd much rather watch you from afar and dream. 
Black hair flowing down your back.
I never knew I would be this intrigued.
And there you are. And so am I. 
I'm so confused about these sudden feelings.
I stare up at my ceiling thinking of you and hours transpire.
I wonder if I'll get crushed like a massive earthquake in Haiti.
But just the though of these feelings being consensual
scares the hell out of me. As long as I don't go forward
I will never know but boy am I enjoying fantasizing about
what I don't know. Just the pure curiosity makes me want
to dive into her like a kids first experience with snow. Pocahontas.  


Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2012


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Still small voice

From Isaiah 30:21
Far beyond or far behind...I can hear a voice that is still and sublime
It's small but steady
It's sure and strong
It cuts right through the crap from this mindless mad world
It never brags and it never boasts
It tells no false tales
It tells only the truth
When chaos comes along I make the right choice
I hear and I heed Gods still small voice

I look to the left and I look to the right
I hear threats like thunder and screams of strife
Many lies like lightning they scar up clear skies
Through rage and revenge I smile and rejoice
I listen intently to Gods still small voice

Scattered and scared worldly ones run so wild
Like roaches and rats without a clue or a cause
They worship the cruel one as they wait to get crushed
With souls raped and ravaged they stay scorched in the rush
I never mind the nonsense and I never mind the noise
I become what I believe as I live, learn, and listen to Gods still small voice


Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015


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Problems, Solutions, Benefits

We all boast of the golden past, 
And delight dining upon its flavors, 
But, have no faith in our very SELF, 
Though often boast of buoyancy. 
Attitudes in personality impressive, 
Self reliance, hard work and consistency, 
Uprightness, self esteem and faith, 
Do we all orate and propagate 
In every occasion of panic and doubt, 
Thus we escape into inferior shades. 
Experiences do season mortals, 
But, his craving bubbles to be immortal. 
Efforts endless on the paths of life 
Continue, adorning with many a maxims. 
Youngsters find it rather insane, 
As are trapped in life's web so complex. 
The wheels keep rolling over the sod of time, 
While generations get crushed in recurrence. 
Problems brutally burn raw wounds, 
As Solutions debate in benefits' bondage.


Copyright © Tajudeen Shah | Year Posted 2014


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Whats the point of love?

Whats the point of love
if it only brings you tears?
Wether it be a few glorious months
or going on several years.
You'll either get a broken heart
when he leaves for someone new, 
or at last death shall do you part
and you'll loose the one who loved you.
Whats the point of love?
I'm sure its easier to deny
the feelings that grow inside of me, 
but that would be living a lie.
It might feel right now, 
but when its said and done
it will be a waste one time
when we're back at square one.
Whats the point of love?
Its too bitter sweet. 
But I guess its time that I give in
and finally admit defeat.
My hearts been taken over, 
and I know it will get crushed.
But I'd go through it all again
just to feel his rush.


Copyright © Ashley Beaudre | Year Posted 2009


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Curious Peepers

I don't understand how they 
are seeing through me like 
glass.

Poking their heads around 
corners trying to see into my 
past

Trying to cover  up my  
insecurities and fears with a 
little  sass 

But they see it... they see me, 
wondering how long I can last.

They speak sweet words and 
capture my desires.

But it's dangerous to think of 
them to be anything but liars.

Too many of them are lurking, 
like little admirers 

Tip toeing, poking, tearing at 
me like animated pliers.

I deny my fear and just pretend 
it's that I don't care

But mane the truth doesn't 
disappear, me admitting this is 
rare.

Hold me, cradle me, I want 
affection so much

I want to feel secure and safe 
from someone's touch

Physically and emotionally I'll 
push people away. 

Don't touch me, don't look 
through me, I'm fine... I'm 
okay.

However, they see a hurt child 
behind my aggressive attitude

And I feel vulnerable when they 
can tell I'm holding back with 
such magnitude.

They want to get close and 
make everything okay

Well, I won't trust them, it's 
just something for them to say

They know I crave their 
affection, they know I want to 
trust.

But as much as I want to, I 
can't... so it's their hearts that 
get crushed.


Copyright © Angel C | Year Posted 2013


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The Vanished Goodbye

Ba-Bump Ba-Bump
Heart_ worn on sleeve
Ba-Bump Ba-Bump
For the whole world to see
Ba-Bump Ba-Bump
That you are my babe
Ba-Bump Ba-Bump
Ba-Bump Ba-Bump

...But my heart beat stopped 
that very day you walked away 

You didn't say a word
No goodbye 

Now all that sits in my mind
Is you

You told me you loved me
You told me I was your babe
and that I was your heart

I told you I had you as number one 
You held the first spot in my heart
I loved you the most

But you left 
And didn't say a word

Was it your heart that would break 
with a single goodbye 

Or was it my heart to get crushed all along 



Copyright © Ashley Plotczyk | Year Posted 2011


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Gog and Magog

Step out of the way or get crushed
Here they come 
The mighty Gog and Magog

Wild men with hideous faces 
Forever at each others throats
Manners of wild beasts and eaters of blood


Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2010


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HER

Cute smile, lazy talk, sparkle in her eye, beauty galore  
Falling, falling….don’t tell me its u I adore
Love??? No I have no definition 
What the hell I’ll risk it, start the ignition
The darkness and mystery have me urging to explore
The hunger…I have to feed it more and more
But hold on…  
I could say I love her but am not sure I do 
We could be friends but I’d still be lacking 
Or keep quiet and let it kill me inside
Let her know and get crushed with rejection 
But…
Perfection is far from any mortal,
Correction betters any options for the next move,
I just have to prove my affection for her,
Let her feel and live in the connection that’s me and her,
That my arms are equal to fine,
That no line is drawn between us, 
And even if any it’s me protecting what is mine,
And that HER…is what I want, to change to forever MINE


Copyright © james mwangi | Year Posted 2014


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Unknown Self

                                                                      I..


I am Rashmi..
Please! Don’t crush me.
A bud, which doesn’t know,
How to bloom, and become a flower.
It is my condition..
At this very hour.

I am blank...
Looking in the mirror,
Which is so clear.
I found, a stranger to see..
Who?  
     Someone..
No! That’s me.
I am lost,
In reality or in dreams,
                       In silences or in screams.

Where do I stand ?
I feel alone..
            .. In the crowded land.

Who am I ?
I, the bud...
Will get crushed in the mud,
Due to the harsh sun rays..
My life will end, just in a few days.





Copyright © Rashmi Ramesh | Year Posted 2013


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An End Of The Age Of Innocence Part II

At one time it meant something when a gentleman would hold open the door..,

Today in our society we don't want that thing anymore..,
Yet before your date goes into the building,
Have her go ahead of you,
That is what my dear old grandma would oft' say !

No given need by which to hide and pretend..,

For the anti- Christ that you speak of is already here,
He both linger's to and fro !
Yet one can't find him by starring out their window ?
Trying not to get crushed out of the hidden under toe..,

There is something else I think you ought to know,

This is the end of the age of innocence !
For hate is in full force !
There are no white flags with retreat on them..,
Still a winner is just another loser that gets up and gives it one last try !

Now you all should be very happy to meet !

A true source of freedom that came to us some time ago,
Was spit upon along with a tormented crucifixion !
As if this man was nothing !
Yet that nothing of a man still lives on today !

To live among his children who oft' give,
A little love to toe who are hurting..,
Bringing about solace and peace !
For many there be who will reap what they sow..,

This shouldn't come at a big surprise !
Keep look in ahead at that hero's eyes !


Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2009


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Complete And Total Trust

C-omplete and total trust
R-equires faith in the Lord; 
I-n the Father you truly rely, 
S-ubmitting fully to His word.
T-wenty-seventh day of June
E-xpresses cogent confidence, 
T-rusting completely in God
A-llows you to see His residence.

E-arnestly believe in God, 
L-et your doubts disappear; 
A-lways wait for His promise, 
M-ake your eyes free from tear.
P-ure heart totally trusts, 
A-s your mind accepts the truth; 
R-emember the Lord and think
O-f your early days in youth.

S-olidify your conviction, 
A-lthough there are fears; 
B-e brave enough to stop
A-nother drop of tears.
L-earn now to stand strong, don't let your hope get crushed; 
O-nly the firm can conquer with complete and total trust.


Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017


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Those Who Knew Me

Those who knew me—no one lives in the neighborhood anymore
Play danguli or whistle with lips, those who knew me
no one lives anymore, not everyone’s life goes same
Probably all know or no one knows at all

Heard the name? Rustom, who could knock one down
enough to forget dad’s name, was from our locality
and broke his few teeth in a rowdy danguli game. 
A nightmare ruined sleep. Mum said not to go out anymore

Those who knew me—no one lives in the neighborhood anymore
Women gave charming, lopsided looks through the window, curly hair 
The air stopped blowing.  Walk away my boy, I say 
The fire’s gone out; has he really forgotten the painful memories, too?

Those who knew me—no one lives in the neighborhood anymore
Move away of the road; jackals, one or two, might get crushed under feet  


Copyright © Mozid Mahmud | Year Posted 2017


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Why do I?

Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I cry, in these long nights?
Why do I love, where I can not get love back?
Why do I trust, who can not trust me back?
Why do I have to kill myself inside?
Why do I Hate, hate even myself?

These feelings the most painful inside,
and no one see's them.
The Heart ache I give myself,
to love, one who doesn't love me back.
The Pain I deal to myself,
is taring me apart.

My own blood,
I feel is against me.
Everyone else follows him.
I plea but all he says,
that I'm doing it all wrong.

I try so hard,
but yet feel nothing was gained.
I want to hope,
but feel I will only get crushed.
Want to tell her,
but don't want to fully lose her.

Guess there's no reason anymore,
to tell her if nothing is going to respond.
My greatest Strength,
is my greatest weakness.

I feel so lost,
I feel so afraid.
My Heart is beating its last beats,
before it fades away.


Copyright © Eric Urbas | Year Posted 2009


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LOVE

Im with you, I get a rush
You leave, I get crushed
Cant wait to see whats in store for us

We have a future of learning
Lot of love to be earning
Its you, you got my heart turning

All ways, different directions
You plus me, in gods protection
Stand up now, if you got an objection

I think it's love, dont try an stop us
No need to impress
Through this life we'll progress

We'll hold true
Things we never knew
Not as one But Two

Love I never knew
A beginning so true
Lets make our debut

Kiss me, I feel high
Hug me, dont question why
Without you I'd die

One more time, Let me tell you this
I need your love I need your kiss
Never will I miss

Forever and only, baby I love you
What you going to do
Say it back, Ha baby I already knew ;))


Copyright © MIKAYLA BROWN | Year Posted 2013


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Just Make It Your Way

J-ust make it your way, 
A-ll you have to do is trust; 
N-o reason to doubt, 
D-on't let the faith get crushed.
E-xpress it your way, saying the words from the heart; 
L-et your mind think of a thing that sets you apart.

F-ourteenth morn in July, 
A-llow others to notice; 
R-ise above the crowd, 
R-aise your hand in fist.
A-s you make it your way, 
L-ook straight in the eye; 
E-agerly convince the other, 
S-incerity is getting high.

N-ever fear, never be afraid
O-f what your flight may bring; 
V-ery well you understand, 
I-n the sky there's a broken wing.
C-reativity and uniqueness
I-nspire people every day; 
O-utstanding you'll emerge, just make it your way.


Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017


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LOVE

Im with you, I get a rush
You leave, I get crushed
Cant wait to see whats in store for us

We have a future of learning
Lot of love to be earning
Its you, you got my heart turning

All ways, different directions
You plus me, in gods protection
Stand up now, if you got an objection

I think it's love, dont try an stop us
No need to impress
Through this life we'll progress

We'll hold true
Things we never knew
Not as one But Two

Love I never knew
A beginning so true
Lets make our debut

Kiss me, I feel high
Hug me, dont question why
Without you I'd die

One more time, Let me tell you this
I need your love I need your kiss
Never will I miss

Forever and only, baby I love you
What you going to do
Say it back, Ha baby I already knew ;))


Copyright © MIKAYLA BROWN | Year Posted 2013


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LOVE

Im with you, I get a rush
You leave, I get crushed
Cant wait to see whats in store for us

We have a future of learning
Lot of love to be earning
Its you, you got my heart turning

All ways, different directions
You plus me, in gods protection
Stand up now, if you got an objection

I think it's love, dont try an stop us
No need to impress
Through this life we'll progress

We'll hold true
Things we never knew
Not as one But Two

Love I never knew
A beginning so true
Lets make our debut

Kiss me, I feel high
Hug me, dont question why
Without you I'd die

One more time, Let me tell you this
I need your love I need your kiss
Never will I miss

Forever and only, baby I love you
What you going to do
Say it back, Ha baby I already knew ;))


Copyright © MIKAYLA BROWN | Year Posted 2013


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Hope Won't Get Crushed

C-louds and dark shadows
H-ide from the break of day; 
R-ising sun turns the dawn
I-nto crimson, not gray.
S-hine lights your life
T-owards future in brightness; 
O-nly when the dreams come true, 
P-romising one sweet success.
H-ere comes the morn, 
E-rasing the eventide; 
R-adiant rays reflect on you to feel the joy your eyes can't hide.

A-s the wide sky is clear
D-ecember twenty-fourth morning; 
O-ne special moment makes
N-ew and fresh beginning.
E-ach year that passes by lets you abound in trust; 
S-olid in faith and confidence, your hope shall never get crushed.


Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2016


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HIT AND RUN

Did you think about me at all?
I know you heard my heart beat
rapidly increasing in your arms
I told you all of my secrets

Yet you just hit and than left me
did you think how this would affect me
You whispered sweet nothings in my ear
you made me believe that you wanted to be here
and I couldn't help falling deeper

Now since you've split I can't help feeling cheaper
Like my gift got spent on something worthless
you turned my world into your little circus

I feel like the world is turning different colors 
and I'm about to get crushed underneath 
Did you think about me at all
When you decided to leave?

I really had hopes and dreams
and things I wanted to achieve
with someone who was willing to love me
I thought that guy was you 

I thought my lonely days were through
But you had a master plan all along
and I just got played man I hate stupid love songs
Why did it have to be me?

The girl whose heart is always breaking
The girl whose so fragile 
 she could stay broken forever
 I really want to know 
 Why this lesson had to be taught to me

  


Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2007


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A Melancholy Morning

I lift my nose to sniff the air, 
And smell, in fact, scant odor there, 
And barely shadow do I find, 
(A fragile remnant of my mind).

I'm clean and shaved, dressed for success,
But still, I feel an emptiness,
I hear birds singing in the trees,
Could that be all, "Do what you please?"

That has an empty ring to me,
Not even God of poetry!
Real understanding's like a tide,
And high or low no source of pride!

Am I the captain of my soul?
Outside events can eat me whole!
One man like Trump can trash my day
Though sound's retired (and all the way)!

My God (I hope) in heaven still,
Though I may fail to know his will,
His Grace, our key to heaven's door,
His Love, our freedom to explore.

Life has the feel of being rushed,
That death might mean our dreams get crushed,
Forgive me Lord (when I doubt soul),
That in Your will I might die whole!


Brian Johnston
April 19,  2018


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2018