POETRY CORNER

08-11-2009 13:14
"It is with great pleasure that I recommend my daughter to you"


Born beautiful, the ribbon to
tie a broken heart.


She grew inside a coconut tree,
laboratory, backyard pinball machine,
built in the spirit of sincerity.


Secrets on her fingers, washed away
in innocence, and the promise of becoming
something different.


We all have our secret places to hide,
she was mine.


Love embodied, my heart embodied,
difficult, creative, glowing, exploding.
star! daughter! star! mother! star! grandmother!
! the favored miracle of chance!


Wheels of a white car squash the bones of my keens,
an after effect of puppy love, tears down the drain
of a bathtub. The accidental almost death of me.


Pencil, scratching the surface
of sentiment, five years, still no letter,
only to be sent in serendipity.


in the closet, hiding, a child, now romantic
chemicals have become her, her streaming
heart impatient for companionship, her desire
to achieve, her fast mind finds the truth in verbal slips.


Born imperfect, the ribbon to tie a broken heart.


"and I thank you, for all you have given to me."
08-11-2009 13:33
Oww I miss my daughter :cry:
Thanks Umair really nice..
08-11-2009 14:30
Very good ,thanks your poetry,It let me remember some happy recollections.
08-11-2009 18:30
By the moon, tonight, she measures the height and length of her dream,
counting each star as a light that calms this child to sleep.


Imagine, a child, in the beginning of time, rocked by the same stars,
warmed by the same sun, her cheeks turning pink above bare feet.




Who are we to threaten the sleep of the innocent,
to threaten the amount of shine in a stars life?




Who are we not to save it...
08-11-2009 18:35
Woww wonderful :goodjob:
08-11-2009 18:40
Thanks :-8
09-11-2009 09:49
What is it to be misunderstood?
I cleaned my auburn hair, and took a walk
to this woman's house.
She was misunderstood, beautiful like
Jackie-O, eyes shining
brightly, wondering what was the
matter with everyone who
couldn't handle love.


I want to open the world to open-marriage.
Who says we can only love one person at
a time? Who says that even makes any
sense at all?


Love can't last, but marriage is suppose to.


We limit ourselves, because some connections
only can come through romantic love.And yet the pains of
betrayal can sting for years,
inducing our creative abilities into a frightening
coma.




Who has the answers, no one.


Open your minds. Open your minds. Open your minds.


Some systems seem to work because we have
never tried anything else. Some systems
don't work, because we have never really
tried them.




Who or what will you try today.
really try?


to open, escape, pull through, kiss,
embrace, look into the eyes of,
realize existence is...
09-11-2009 09:59
Great :goodjob:
09-11-2009 13:36
cant say im the greatest friend of poetry, but...
good job :-D
09-11-2009 14:07
I've a few poems here but not English.. Please use Google translator etc. :-D

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