Monday, June 27, 2011

fear

fear poems, short sad real poems

Deep in the silence of the trees in autumn


I walk blindly on your silence,


You sit like Coral Rock


My familiar face suddenly seems strange,


Inside my cry rekindles the flames,


My emotions buried in the shade


My thoughts intrigued and bewildered,


I stand there shaking, but no rain,


The pain remains in me, in silence


As you approach slowly,


I'm afraid to say I love you ...!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

heart story

Hart Story

This heart of mine would surely die
And my body would wither by and by
But my love for you will go on and on.
Yes, it will still be there after I`m gone.

You will feel me on the soft gentle breeze
As you wander through the tall forest trees.
I will be on the beach as the tide comes in
That will remind you how easy my heart was to win.

You will go about your work and play
And remember how you loved me one day.
Love is so strong, the heart is weak.
The tears will flow, the eyes will leak.

No, I never wanted to go away.
But without your love no reason to stay.
Even if you took your love from me
I would forever in your heart be.

The angels will come and sing you a song
They will tell you how I'm getting along.
They will whisper about my love for you
And let you know my heart is being true.

So, if that time should ever come to be
And you say, "I'll love you again," you will see
The mountains, beaches and meadows will know.
As you shout, "I'm sorry I ever let you go."

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

i am writing to you

love poetry

I am writing to you.

The words to the soul as the body before it.

Bodies are intertwined, but the heart of each other.

Minds so similar on separate paths of thought.

I am writing to you.

My words I will never give up.

My wish is mine to share.

So .. I write for you.

The lines of the passion and poetry of friendship

it is these poems that we share.

I am writing to you

The Life Of The Rain

Life’s rain poems, love poems

When life less soul.


By absorbing the rain and the nucleus is still dry.


Swimming in the sound, but all-encompassing silence.


I feel my cheeks droplets,


if the thirst of drought before collapsing.


I'm stunned by the waves of joy and laughter.


I hope the shower, and this is the life of the rain.

Katrina

life Poems, Love Poems

The princess turns to joy
His eyes are as bright as the summer sky
so happy dance
He will never say goodbye


She danced, and her eyes
By order of submission queens leave
the kingdom suffers endless night
The king now suffer endless pain


He could hardly stand to wear the crown
hanging over him like a heavy heart
Both are now just shoot him
because the queen and the princess did not differ


The king hours every day miracles
Princess does not even know his name?
It does not want to run away
The king is the one to blame?


Run to the memory of the past
and closes his eyes as the tears start
He knows that these memories will not last
but you have to see her dance again


She spins around and around in his head
so beautiful, makes you cry
Farewell, my princess, the king said
a thousand times, goodbye, goodbye ...

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

dont mess with mom

dont mess with mom

My son came home from school one day,
With a smile on his face.


He decided it was smart,

To put in my place.


"Guess what I learned two Civics,

taught by Mr. Wright?

It is now a matter of law,

"Children's Bill of Rights."


It says that I need not clean my room,

Do not cut my hair

Nobody can tell me what you think

O speak, or what to wear.


I have freedom of religion,

And whatever you say

Do not lower your head,

And I'm certainly not need to pray.


I use the earrings, if I want,

And Pierce my tongue and nose.


I can read and watch only what they want,

Get tattoos from head to toe.


And if I ever hit,

I will be accused of a crime.


I'll keep all my burdens,

When a track.


Did you ever touch me,

My body is only for my own use,

Not for your hugs and kisses,

is the abuse of children a little more.


Do not preach about your morals,

As your mother has done for you.


This is nothing more than mind control,

And it's illegal too!

Mom, I have rights of these children,

So you can not touch me

Or call Children's Services Division,

Better known as "C S D"

Mother answers and thoughts

Of course, my first reaction was

Throw it out the door.


But the chance to teach him a lesson

It reminds me a little more.


I carefully mulled

I could not pass this.


A smile crept across my face;

who is playing with a professional.


The next day I buy

At the local level, local Goodwill ..


I told him, "Pick anything you want

there shirts and pants galore.


I called and checked with C S D.


Who said they did not bother

If I bought the shoes that K-Mart

Instead of Nike Airs.


I canceled that appointment

Take a test driver.


The C D S does not care

So I'll decide what is best. "


I said "No time to stop and eat,

Or pick up stuff to munch.


And tomorrow you can begin to learn

For your lunch "EFEN own.


Just put the raging appetite,

And wait till dinner time.


We have liver and onions

My favorite dish. "


He asked: "Can I please rent a movie,

To view my VCR?

"Sorry, but I sold your TV,

For new tires on my car.


I also rented your room

You can take the couch instead.


The Commission should

Only a roof over their head.


Her clothes are not fashionable today,

I'll choose what we eat.


This grant is used to get,

I will buy something clean.


Sell ​​personal watercraft,

Dirt bikes and inline skates.


Check the parents of the Bill of Rights "

And 'it today!

Hey hot shot, mourn,

Why are you kneeling?

You asked God to help you,

Instead of C S D.? "


Send to all those who have teenagers or have already raised teenagers,

Or have children who will soon be teenagers or those who will one day parents

Or the person who just get a laugh. I love this!

From Mom

(Half of the unappreciated mother.)

In Particular

In Particular

It is impossible to make a trip if you have only a vague
general idea of ​​where you go. In contrast,
when you know exactly where you want to go,
Then every step you take brings you closer.

Be specific, and the problems become
opportunities for success and growth.

Be precise, and most precious dreams
begins to pull you toward them.

Be specific, and misunderstandings will disappear. It is not accurate
life and often occur as you want.

Challenge yourself to go beyond simple
generalizations at ease and make the effort to be precise.

Once you know where you go, you get there.

I Never Let You Go


I Never Let You Go ...!

 Deep in my soul hurts
Want to contact your
Inside my chest my heart is broken
I miss you so.


You just do not know how I love you
How much I
My feelings are strong and true
Such love is rare.
A life without you is not complete
I'm so empty inside
I miss the days we have together
And no longer having to hide.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Life Is Beautiful


Life is beautiful

When one set of footprints

In the sands of time
Walk with you
And doing it right
It 's so nice to hear
Your heart, she sings
Life is beautiful!

When you catch the rain

On a scorching day
When cold showers
Just make your day
It must feel so wonderful
Your heart sings
Life is beautiful!

When someone kisses

o Council nose
hands and the pen
collect near you
It 's so nice to hear
Your heart sings
Life is beautiful!

When the child is in the hands of

Toes tight grip
And a sweet smile
Displays all possible
It 's so nice to hear
Your heart sings
Life is beautiful!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Try Believing In Yourself


A man entered a search for truth. A first religious man he met was sitting under the tree just outside his own village.
He asked me: "I'm looking for a true champion. Pl tell the characteristics of
His description is very simple. He said,
"You are sitting under the tree this or that, sitting in the position of this or that, his hand making a particular gesture, which is enough to know that is the true master
The plaintiff began looking, it is said that thirty years have passed, while they roamed the earth. He visited many places, but never met with the teacher,

He met many masters, but none were true champion. He returned to his village completely exhausted.

On returning he was surprised that I could not believe this old man sat under the same tree, and how I could see it was the same as the old man had spoken of
"...... They sit in the tree ....." this or that and his attitude was exactly what I described. "It was the same position, he sat for thirty years
I was blind?
This is exactly the expression on his face, precise movements.

He felt his feet, saying
"Why did not you tell me that the first place?
Why turn away from those 30 years?
Why did not you tell me you're the true champion? "
The old man said: I told you so, but they were not willing to listen.

You were not ready to come home without migrants away, you had to knock on doors in a thousand homes to come
your own home, then you could only go back, I said that every thing under a particular tree.
I described this very tree I was sitting in the posture, but they were too fast, you could not hear clearly, that they were bent.

you had some part in the research. Search
 It was very important to you. the truth was not so important.
"But you came, I felt tired all the time sitting in this position for you.

I wandered past thirty years, but think of me, sitting under the tree, I know that some day would come, but if I was dead? I waited for you, you came, you had to wander for 30 years, but it is their own fault, the captain was already there.

"Many times in our lives we do not see what is around and within us and what we attract is the sweet distant drum sound, which are pulled by distant dreams.

Try to believe in yourself and try to see inside, do not think he is a master in you.

keep it up


Life is just a game
You have your weight
Make your own fault
You only get one chance
To show who you are

Live every day
Year after year
Your heart pain
You do not know who you are
Love hurts
But you can not live with it

Giving life
Give your heart
So deep down
You can give up everything
Sillä''Trust''n''Love''

Nothing ever
Clinging to what
Do not let go ...