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Poetry











These are poems by me and some of my friends...please be patient and respect whom they were written by....tankoo


Friends

The weeping willow weeps for me.
Even though its only a tree.

It feels my sorrow and my pain.
Even though it has nothing to gain.

It comforts me when you are gone.
Even though it may not be long.

It sings to me in the summer breeze.
Even with its rustling leaves.

It holds me close when I cry.
Even when it does not try.

The weeping willow weeps for me.
Even though its only a tree.

-Sarah


For Now

I am in, what love,

I know of.

-Brandee Lee


Sometimes Life Sucks

There's not too much that we can do about it. Suck it in and keep going. Don't explode. Just cradle it. It'll be okay, one day. Until that day we must keep going. We must live wisely. It won't be that hard. But it will be worth the wait. Live on truthfully and fairly because we are all loved, liked, and deserving in his eyes. through all of the hard times remember God loves you and he loves us all.

-Brandee Lee


Unseen Love

From the first day I saw you,
I wanted to hold you in my arms.
I wanted to pull you closer,
And I wanted you to protect me from all harm.

Sometimes I sit and I stare,
I just watch you think and ponder,
You get frustrated and I want to help,
But I have not the courage to come yonder.

I want the strength and courage,
Just enough to walk over to you.
Who knows maybe you'll talk to me,
I just hope not to faint or turn blue.

What are you like or where would you be,
Would you be hiding you or the truth from me?
You are as nice as far as I can see,
Maybe it's a lie: Or would you really run from me?

I try to be kind and not left behind,
For so many others, well the forsake me.
You seem to be fair, and never care,
Who I am or what they make me.

They talk of a love at first sight,
And I believe of it, now for your smile.
For so many things that you could do,
But you just smile and talk for awhile.

Could you ever be my love,
Or even just a "good friend"?
For just a moment I wish you'd feel this way,
Because my love for you will never end.

I believe that this is the end,
Just of the poem, but not of you my friend.
You have heard of all that I've said,
When it works I'll rest my head.

-Brandee Lee


Untitled

If I'm gone when you wake up please don't cry
And if I'm gone when you wake up it's not goodbye
Don't look back at this time as a time of heartbreak and distress
Remember me, remember me, 'cause I'll be with you in your dreams
Hooo. Ohh I'll be with you.
If I'm gone when you wake up please don't cry.
And if I'm gone when you wake up don't ask why
Don't look back at this time as a time of heartbreak and distress
Remember me, remember me, cause I'll be with you in your dream, ohh, ohh
Don't cry I'm with you don't cry I'm by your side
Don't cry I'm with you don't cry I'm by your side
And though my flesh is gone, Hoo Ohh
I'll still be with you at all times
And though my body is gone, Hoo Ohh
I'll be there to comfort you at all times

Hoo, ohh, hoo, ohh

I don't want you to cry and weep, Hoo Ohh
I want you to go on livin' your life
I'm not sleepin' an endless sleep, Hoo Ohh
Cause in your heart you all have good times

I'll be with you in your dreams

-unknown


STUPID POEM OF SEX?

sex is good,
sex is great,
sex just after the first date.

that kind is bad,
it can wait,
no sex just after the first date.

sex is gender,
sex is fun.
sex in a kinky place -
fuck and run.

sex is boy,
sex is girl.
sex is natural
'round the world.

sex is art,
sex is creating,
producing offspring
comes from mating.

without sex,
there'd be no life
no more families,
man nor wife.

sex is good,
sex is neat,
having children is quite a feat

raising them
healthy and strong
teaching them right from wrong.

-F.T.L.


Untitled

the rain poured down from the sky while the daisys danced in the wind thier watchful eye looking off into the distance at the blue sky blue as the lake in the spakling sunlight of the hot summer feeling the children playing in the crystal water while the white as snow swans hover over it like a plane in the sky the fresh crisp air lifts them up bringing them closer to angels as sweet as candy in a childs hand

-Sarah Hardwicke

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