For a sec imagine a guy as the sun...n the girl as the rain...n think that the guy has the girls ear rings with him....
N then read this poem...????
I'm a little angry and at peaks of my redness tday,
Firing arrow in the form of heatstroke on my prey,
My love ,I'm offering an opportunity for you to win,
Pour from the heaven above and help me get rid of my sin.
They say my rays is the reason for plants to live,
But who knows nothing is more important than the water you give,
You let me take the credit for all the good deeds you do,
And I don't need any more reason to say that I love you too.
There's no reason for the whole world to know,
That our love for each other is more than the sun's glow,
Maybe I'm just a small part of your so pure heart,
But you are something more than the whole part of my heart.
Every night before sleeping your memories haunt me,
And the earing's serve as a memory of thee,
Sorry but I'm not returning those earings so soon,
Which are more beautiful on you than the wonderful moon.
Categories:
earings, beautiful, beauty, cute love,
Form: Romanticism
Again, again I hear the sound
And feel the smell of ship’s playground
Where I have spent half life at seas
And more “Eyes front!” than “Stand at ease!”
And Life itself was measured value
Upcoming with the catchcry: “Hey, you!”
Oh, yes, we were what’s called “fresh springs”
With fancy-schmancy earings,
And waves that rocked ship up-n-down
Carried away us from hometown!
Remember Gulfstream’s gutty waters,
Remember wives, and brides, and daughters,
Remember mothers, sons and fathers,
Remember friends and many others?!.
… Time passed away, we all ashore…
Where’s our ships we dreamed before?
The only thing I ever miss –
That smell of salt, and youth, and breeze…
Categories:
earings,
Form: Rhyme
I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay
Like a hole, she do nothing but dig me
I'm like Kurmit the frog, she's miss Piggy
She can't leave me alone, like a mother to an infant
Like soft soil, I step in her life, leave an imprint
I handle her with care, like a fragile antique plate
When she express her feelings, I pretend I can relate
Never catch me cheatin', I'm a true player
I run her, if she's a city, I'm the mayor
Your chick left with me, not coming back--runaway
You ain't do her right, I took her in like a stray
Chicks throwin' me that pussy-cat, do I look like a vet?
They call me Super-soaker, the way I get 'em wet
My damsels come in pairs, like a set of earings
I don't put up with their problems,
I ain't a Judge handling hearings
Want your chick back, take her, can't get a receipt
Funny, how I got you off rhythm, moving to my beat
Categories:
earings, humorous, life, men, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
(For all those loved Alzheimer's victims. For my dear Aunt Zela and my own
incredible mother and for me.)
Two blind trailing stockings dear
and mismatched earings in your ears
Fire up the blinchiki as we belong to purity
Never lose your necklace key or try to play on sympathy
But always wear your underwear
and never steal and never swear.
Dress me as a bumble bee
Cause I love you and you love me.
The rest of them can fall for free
as cherries from a cherry tree.
Will you won't you please remember
Don't wear shorts it is December
Don't put on two pairs of stockings
just to go out wandering walking
Don't wear one on one leg dangling
and leave the other sadly hanging
Don't you cry or suffer loudly
You've lost your mind but not your body.
Don't forget I love you so and no one here could ever know
Once you've broken in my heart
We're one and one-we never part.
So rest it easy now my dear and never cry and never fear.
I love you and you love me and that's the way it'll always be
Categories:
earings, angst, caregiving, confusion, devotion,
Form: Rhyme