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Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome

Submitted by Christina Rossetti on Tue, 21/02/2012 - 11:33

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame

Conversation of Heat and Mind.

Submitted by simplybigme on Thu, 17/11/2011 - 16:35

Mind: How are you Heart. It’s been trying s awhile since we last talk.
Heart: You know me at the moment. I’m still hurt. I have been trying so hard to push her away.
Mind: You know you needed time right.
Heart: I know…
Mind: So why have a heard time..
Heart: Because I still feel something for her.

On a Holy Day of a Jolly Family

Submitted by mvvenkataraman on Wed, 05/10/2011 - 13:29

Saraswathi Pooja has come at last
Mother has made lots of dishes
The aroma has increased appetite
Now time has come for all rituals

Varieties of fruits on the huge plate
Innumerable eatables on vessels
Vadai, payasam, idly, et cetera
Dad is now readying himself

The greatest bliss in mind is that
We need not study today totally
Dad will never goad at all now
As Saraswathi is today meditating

A Son Losing Fun under the Sun

Submitted by mvvenkataraman on Sun, 24/07/2011 - 14:04

That some one I am missing
Memories are passionately kissing
Who is that? You may be guessing
That someone is now blessing

He is no linger living
In my dreams he is coming
Only in Heaven, he is staying
For me he is truly praying

Though troubles he was giving
He also had the mood for forgiving
His temporary absence was relieving
Agony is forever on his permanent leaving

loves journey

Submitted by melmo on Tue, 15/02/2011 - 09:36

Loves Journey

In the dark of night
On the streets of town
I hear my name
So I turn around

As I laid
My eyes on you
I felt a feeling
Strange and new

I’d fallen in love
Love at first sight
Fallen for the stranger
That I met that night

My heart thumped
As sparks flew
And in that split second
In my heart, I knew

That you were the one
Soul mates for life
That we’d start a family
And I’d be you’re wife

.:: Beautiful Dreamer ::.

Submitted by Soentoko89 on Sat, 05/02/2011 - 12:38

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

To You

Submitted by Miguel Duarte on Wed, 12/01/2011 - 12:17

A poem from Walt Whitman:

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands;
Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true Soul and Body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs--out of commerce, shops, law,
science, work, forms, clothes, the house, medicine, print,
buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.

To All the Girls I've loved...

Submitted by simplybigme on Sat, 08/01/2011 - 04:33

To All the Girls I've loved before, who travelled in an out my door, I'm Glad you came along, I dedicate this poem to all the girls I've loved before.

To my best friend, Things have been great between us, We've shared alot., memories, pains, happyness, hence we remain intact. Just remember I will be here forever as your friend.

To my scape, thank you for teaching me how to kiss softly or otherwise I will be a mess.

To my supposed to be, I knew it's a hard one, anyway i just cant figure out why it ended this way. Hope you'll have a great life and hope you have already learned enough and grow up.

Childhood Is Now Understood

Submitted by mvvenkataraman on Sun, 02/01/2011 - 12:57

Dear childhood friends,

For you I deeply pray
In the truly best way
To ever win every day
And peacefully stay

Your joy must multiply
For you God must reply
For which prayer I apply
And best wishes I supply

My memories are thick
Which I could pick
As my mind they lick
They never at all prick

They are all golden memories
They cancel totally worries
You all behaved like breeze
Giving shade like cool trees

Every moment of those days
Gives to my mind divine grace
I still remember that holy place
So that mirth I can easily trace

I was afraid of your handsome father
And viewed as great your mother

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