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F a d i n g F a s t

It started out so great, so good,
But ended as I knew it would,
The past comes back,
I can't keep track,
In the back I'm stabbed once more.

She loved me and I loved her,
"I love you" and she concurred,
An angel of love,
Sent from above,
Someone else to love I couldn't endure.

But soon the words were said and done,
My love for her had weighed a ton!
It was soon gone,
Forever's too long!
The clock's loud "Dong!" had sent her away.

Our love started to fade too fast,
I thought of her and then the past,
I thought "Oh no,"
And then I showed,
My love was no more, she would not stay.

I cried out of sorrow and lots of grief,
Ithappened so fast, such disbelief!
I must be strong,
I must move on,
But when she's gone, I feel such pain...

I miss her, I miss her so,
I always hoped she's never go,
But now it's done,
The moment I shun,
I stand, for once, alone in the rain...

- "Sir Pete"

In the
night...

in the night...

in the night we're having fun

far away from life and sun...

everything feels just so right

dancing in the night...

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Author Unknown

How great, to be entwined within your arms,
And lip to lip, fall gently into sleep,
And dozing, dreaming, think of nothing more nor less,
Than the heartfelt vows that love has yet to keep.

How content, to slumber on through life,
Lulled to rest by the tender songs of night
And the rhythm of two hearts as one, who beat in perfect time,
In a tone so true, and a voice so strong and right.

How fully sweet, to love with no reserves,
And feel the echo of that love returned to me;
And dormant, yet with every inch of soul alive,
Sleep in peace for all enternity.

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The days dont grow shorter.
The nights dont last longer,
the sea doesn't fall like destinys breath.
No place to keep me, so I run away.
No place of meaning. No place to stay.

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Thoughts of Her

Her pretty smile,
is all I wish to see.
Shes the only one,
who reallly matters to me.

I think of her all of the time,
hoping and wishing.
That someday,
she could be mine.

At night when I'm alone,
I tend to think about her.
Asking myself constantly-
why cant life be diffrent?

If life were diffrent,
we would be happily together.
Would we break up?
my answer is never.

If comparing her to anyone else,
she always comes out above.
Her beauty and elegance,
are that of a white dove.

Now im sleeping,
and what does my dream consist of?
Not of her beauty,
but of her love.

Tomorrow will be the same,
another lonely night.
Wanting so badly,
to hold her tight.

By: Terry Harmon

June 7th, 1998









The Happily Married Couple

Your eyes are blue as the sea,
Your hair looks like rays of sun,
Your face is soft as a babies butt,
Then why does your ass look like a truck?

Put on a shirt you're scaring the children,
Put on some pants your scaring the cat.

I did not write this.

-Anonoymous

 

 
 
  Time Flies

Has it been five years now?
My how time flies,
Since I last heard her cheerful laugh
And looked into her eyes

Her face a shadow in my dreams...
Her features once defined,
Have been replaced by memories
Of faces intertwined.

Last I heard, she had married
A fine man I once met.
As am I now, so happily
yet sometimes I forget...

By Brian Hatfield

 
 

 


Short Poems!
roses are red...


Love was as subtly catched, as a disease;

But being got it is a treasure sweet,

Which to defend is harder than to get:

And ought not be prophaned on either part,

For though 'tis got by chance,'tis kept by art.

- John Donne (c. 1572-1631), English divine, metaphysical poet. Last lines of The Expostulation.


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