MORE POEMS WRITTEN BY FRIENDS
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A Poem by "JEWEL"
how sweet to know that your holding me close
to feel your heart beating next to mine,
to listen to your steady breathing.
i wonder how long i'll have to wait
till i find my perfect match,
or have i already found him?
and now your heart seems to be beating faster,
and your breathing has gotten heavier.
i go into a daze
and think of how much i really love you.
your body has gotten tense and hot,
but i hold you tight and never let go.
we seem to be one now,
joined by our minds and souls.
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A Poem by "SMSgt"
shes my hope, my dream, my one desire
everytime i talk to her she lights my fire
somedays she thinks im lazy
and her beauty drives me crazy
just like a pair of turtle doves
she is the only one i love
someday we'll get to meet and greet
maybe ill even kiss her feet because she is
my hope, my dream, my one desire
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This poem was submitted by "AMETHYST" and "OMEGA".
The author and title are unfortunately unknown.
"Six humans trapped by circumstance
In bleak and bitter cold,
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or, so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
The next man, looking across the way,
The third one sat in tattered clothes,
The rich man just sat back and thought,
The black man's face bespoke revenge,
The last man of this forlorn group,
Their logs held tight in death's still hand,
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A THOUGHT SUBMITTED BY NO ONE
When I meet you, I meet you with a clean slate
Do I have gullible written all over my face
I know it is my fault,I know what I do is wrong
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The first man held his back.
Of the faces around the fire,
He noticed one was black.
Saw one not of his church.
And could not bring himself to give
The fire his piece of birch.
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.
As the first passed from his sight.
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.
Was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without.
They died from the cold within."
*Why do I do the things I do?
why am I so quick to trust another
why do I always see only the good in someone
why do I let myself be fooled?
I assume that you are good, someone to call friend
I talk with you, laugh with you, share good times and bad
So why did you want to fool me, why did you want to hurt me?
It is so obvious that my heart is on my sleeve
why did you stop being a friend and start being a foe
do I bring that out in you, is it my fault
I have a need to feel loved and wanted
I need to feel like I am useful to someone
I guess I will never learn from my pain.
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