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pacing up and down
over and over again
counting down the minutes
until your arrival

looking at the phone
for the hundredth time
my hands automatically
dial your number

disconnecting the line right away
unable to bear the silence
i switch the phone off
to stop me from calling you

barely a minute had passed
what if you had called?
what if you had messaged?
the phone is switched back on!

with the time slowly ticking by
i think about lifting you from the office chair
and like a superman
flying you to this place right away

patience, i tell myself
with my patience is at its breaking point
i catch a glimpse of your wavy black hair
sending my heart on a wild spin

what am i supposed to do
when you say those words?
how do i react?
how do you expect me to react?

standing here
watching you come closer,
one look into your eyes
i find the reason to live life again!

i could hardly believe it
when i heard what you said
i couldnt wait till the evening
to hear it straight from you

tell me what do i do
now that the things which i only dreamt of
are going to come true
tell what do i do

evening now looks so far away
time has slowed down to a crawl
in one single moment
my life has changed

living life as it came
i had only dreams
i had only dreams
of you and me together

my bravery had gone into hiding
when it came to telling you
what my heart has been shouting
silently since i met you

all my dreams
all that i had hoped for
is just a single spark away
either it could fizzle out
or burst into a spectacular fireworks display

tell me,
how am i supposed to live
what am i supposed to do
till you come near

another night of tossing and turning
unable to sleep in this journey
knowing fully landfall is imminent,
i brace myself for the moment!

running around in circles
i move around hypnotized
unable to sit down in place
unable to do anything meaningful;

waking up to the start of a new day,
i wonder how long to go
before the
day of the reckoning;

i think it’s still dawn
but i really don’t know,
time flew so fast,
i can’t remember a thing;

i sat down to take a good look at me,
but my eyes couldn’t see myself;
i started to think about tomorrow,
but my mind got stuck in present;

everyone keeps talking,
yet i don’t hear a thing;
i wonder what it’s like to live
i wonder what more should i do,
to live life, a real life.

as the night slowly gave away
to a brand new morning
my eyes opened to a
brand new beginning;

trying to be what i am not
I let you take over me
creeping and crawling
you drove to me to the edge of madness;

as I see the reflection in the water
I look deep into the eyes
that longingly stare from within me
hoping I would wake up from this slumber;

always putting you in-front of me,
I drew a false smile on my face
allowing you to do all that you wanted
and never I stopped you;

now, when its time to wake up
I find myself bound tight
by your love and affection
that I thought was true;

not wanting to be like this forever,
I cut the shackles that bound me
and broke free to live life,
as its time to set things straight.

the grey sky looming above,
rain drops still dripping down
from the pregnant clouds above,
we set out on our journey once again;

around and around we go
in slow circles, moving
to the beat of the thunder
and rain that surrounds us;

as the droplets hit the ground,
shattered realizations lay scattered
reminding me nothing is same
as it seems to be;

as another memory turns to dust
i cut the lifeline that attaches me to the past
and i shove it back into the depths
where nothing will ever bring it back alive;

the rain does nothing to stop our journey,
never forgetting, who we are
we walk these streets of madness,
knowing that,without each-other…..
we are simply incomplete.

with my eyes closed,
into the darkness of night,
I felt a hand trying to
slowly wake me up;

through the dark,
I saw you smile
and felt my heart
beating like never before;

you look into my eyes,
tell me you love me,
and for a moment time stood still
as I held you in my arms;

and when I finally kissed your lips
I felt like I could breathe again
I knew I had another chance
to make things right in my life;

with the fears of yesterday chased away,
thoughts of you fill my senses and
dreams of only you and me
start to fill my night;

as the world watches in envy,
the feeling of falling asleep in your arms
and waking up in your embrace
makes me forget every little problem in life;

as the first rays of the day stream in,
I only wish when I open my eyes,
from last night’s dream, you and me
become a reality and not just a dream!

Little sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.

On the grass-plat let us sit,
Or, if you please, we'll play a bit,
And run about all over it.

But the fruit we will not pick,
For that would be a naughty trick,
And very likely make us sick.

Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers
That grow about the beds and bowers,
Because you know they are not ours.

We'll take the daisies, white and red,
Because mamma has often said
That we may gather then instead.

And much I hope we always may
Our very dear mamma obey,
And mind whatever she may say.

Start the day with a smile.
Make everything worthwhile.
Live this day the best you can;
For it will never come again.

Say a little prayer now and then
and now be good to all men.
Today banish all sorrows
and make good to all tomorrows.

Let your works shine before men
And so you can say "Amen."
Toil in all kinds of weather.
Be kind to sister and brother.

May your joys be so plenty
That they glory you immensely.
"You shall know them by their fruits,"
Be they animals or bruts.

Your sufferings are not in vain
Even though they cause you some pain.
Live by the sweat of your brow.
Live happily then and now.

Let me be the bandage for your bleeding;
Let me be the ocean for your tears.
Let me be the secret of your healing;
Let me be the song to still your fears.

Love isn't love that cannot love in darkness,
Nor is it love that turns away from pain;
Nor would I love would I not hold your sadness
And with my love your love of life sustain.

So do not think your malady a burden,
And do not think my willingness deceit.
Just let your sorrow flow into my garden,
And I will share with you the harvest sweet.

Friendship is a Golden Chain,
The links are friends so dear,
And like a rare and precious jewel
It's treasured more each year...

It's clasped together firmly
With a love that's deep and true,
And it's rich with happy memories
and fond recollections, too...

Time can't destroy its beauty
For, as long as memory lives,
Years can't erase the pleasure
That the joy of friendship gives...

For friendship is a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But to have an understanding friend
Is worth far more than gold...

And the Golden Chain of Friendship
Is a strong and blessed tie
Binding kindred hearts together
As the years go passing by.

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best-
A friend who's always there.

Here I am, walking through time
taking these steps, through this life of mine
Where am I now, and where will I go
Is it all an illusion? - I really don’t know.

Days seem to pass, before long it’s years
While I’ve been contemplating life's hopes and Life's fears.
Watching and waiting, just looking on
before I knew it, my whole life had gone

I awoke from Life's dream, and now here I stand
Looking back at my life with God at my hand
I learned about life and the meaning of love
amidst tears of pain, but was that enough?

In life we can live out our dreams if we want to - its true
the one who decides, takes chances, makes choices
IS YOU

So before you let your life pass you by
think of these words, Live your dream - don’t be shy
All you need, you have within
So live your dream now, let YOUR life begin

Life is a puzzle, solve it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a question, answer it.
Life is a road, take it.
Life is a diary, fill it.
Life is an ice cream, enjoy it!
Life is an adventure, experience it.
Life is a poem, read it.
Life is life, live it.

Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that 's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:

Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die-that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Mike hates cats that meow,
he says Tom must go.
Need to choose one but how,
the answer I do not know.

Like to cuddle, he does not,
but kitty purrs all day.
Both are lazy, yawn alot,
sleeping the day away.

Tom cat is finicky to feed,
wants only table scraps,
Beer is all Mike will need,
a place to take his naps.

Tom is glad to see me,
when I walk in the door.
Jumps in lap happy as can be,
all Mike does is snore.

Don't know which to choose,
my husband or the cat?
Both snooze, one likes booze,
both have gotten pretty fat.

I tossed a coin up in the air,
to see which one to choose.
My decision will be fair,
tales will win, heads will lose.

You will have to guess who won,
my husband or the cat.
Because my poem is now done,
that is all there is to that!!

To lie in bed with wistful thought,
consumed by fear the rain has brought.
In agile mind my thoughts do fray,
unravel on a rainy day.

For distant thunder clouds my brain.
with morning will the storm remain?
Will clear skies clear my mind as well,
or darkness be what dreams foretell?

Dashing fears with simple pleasure,
fright engulfs each raindrop's leisure.
My demons taken all in stride,
they lurk and stalk deep inside.

Sail upon the whispered motion,
dragons fly above the ocean.
Sententious thoughts to be set free,
as rain falls on the willow tree.

So eager for the sun I seek,
behind the clouds, will sunshine peek.
Where dragons are but only flies,
dash and dart throughout blue skies.

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;

And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.

But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;

And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.

I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.

I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.

Oh, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.

They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.

This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime.

From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.

I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,-
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.

What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.

In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand'rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav'ns' mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th' adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O'er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th' inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all's confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

Open your eyes,
What do you see?
Clear your ears,
What do you hear?

Let the tears fall,
From your eyes,
Release your feelings,
Show your pride,

Be happy for life,
Be happy for friends,
Be happy for love,
Use every thing God has given you,

Be one of god’s children,
Make him proud,
Kneel at the side of bed,
And pray out loud,

Show your love,
Show your care,
For all it takes,
Is a simple prayer!

Cross the bridge of freedom,
Climb the mountain of faith,
Share your secrets with the world,
Make a promos to stay away from harm,

Comfort all people,
Just stretch out your arms,
Keep your eyes on your goal,
Let your heart rise above pain,

Sooth your soul,
Walk the path of success,
Let the world see that your found,
Just don’t look down!

We all started off as strangers,
But time brings us together,
We learned to care for each other,
Which made our hearts grow bigger,

We helped each other when times were hard,
We held hands to stop the hurt,
The comforting words,
Meant the world,

They lifted the soul,
They healed the heart,
They made us realize,
The truth of life,

They made us realize,
To think twice,
Now as we grow we might part,
But the real truth is,
We will always stay in each other’s hearts!

To stop a child’s imagination,
Is to stop the world from revolving,
Imagination is the heart,
To live the life of a spectacular art,
Dream of life with out end,

Dream of love and tell your friends,
Imagine yourself flying high,
Imagine yourself make sure you try,
See the fairy’s bright blue wings,

See them fly in the sea winds,
Make a wish and hope it comes true,
For what would you do without imagination to give you,
Something to do!

The life I walk is hard,
I live with loved ones that know nothing of the pain I carry,
They keep my feet bolted to the ground,
But they don’t realizs that stops me from finding the true me,

I’ve learned from the past that you must live as your own person,
Not as a slave of another,
To help the needed,
And to keep those with full lives in mind is my mission so far,

Although you might feel there is no one with your problems,
You should know,
You’re not alone in the world.

If I could dream
The dream I wanted too,
I would close my eyes,
And dream a dream for you.


I would give you all the world,
That you are deserving of,
And to you I would give
My everlasting love.


I know it's just a dream,
But if dreams could come true,
I would close my eyes,
And dream a dream for you...

WOW Tashumine Its Like a Fantasy World
A World Full Of Poetrys



Be happy for life,
Be happy for friends,
Be happy for love,
Use every thing God has given you,

So True


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Stretching, reaching to the sky,
as lavender hues dominate the sunrise,
dawn, spawns the morning glory.

Scrambles along the picket fence,
echoing salutations to brand new day,
twisting, insisting it meanders.

Rambling at the gardens edge,
resplendent in all it's glory,
unending, intending it silently creeps.

This flowering Morning Star,
rest in the mid day sunlight,
beautifies, intensifies with splendor.

Deep throat-ed it speaks beauty,
scaling the trellis this perennial abounds,
seeking, peeking towards the sun.