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| On why poems are great? | | 2008-08-05 22:35:03 | | Ok, ok, I admit it. I've been feeling lighter this whole week, despite the heavy workload of assignments, mostly coming from LAN studies. (Islamic Studies). I don't blame the Ustazah much since I do enjoy her classes. You know what? This is the first time I've ever think so deep about things related to Islam. Ustazah always asked questions that is so thought provoking that I end up silent in the class. And I envy that girl for being able to repsond swiftly to the questions asked. That's why I will always print lecture notes earlier than what the Ustazah is going to teach. More exam-oriented? I know. Maybe this is just because I was trained to just read and read and never ever to think. About the short poems? Erm. It's not really poems since if I wrote one, it would be flowery and all sorts of that literaturish. It's more of an anecdote. You know short phrases that defines something much more than that. I love that especially if it in Malay. Anyway, I feel so happy for a reason. And Teh | | By: Windows to The Past | | |
| | Poems Wonder's Surprise Present | | 2008-07-28 03:46:37 | | I have surprisingly received 200 EC from Poems Wonder as a thanks present for me being a top Entrecard droppers at her site. And I must say a thousand thanks to that. Heads up to her site, Poems Wonder and you will find a beautiful & inspiring collection of poems. Pick one or two of it to recite to your loves one.
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| | July 4, 2008 - Poems - at Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH | | 2008-07-05 16:27:00 | | The following poems were shared at Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH, as part of the 4th of July celebration:------- SET ONE--------On the FourthOn the Fourthand all year longwe must never forgetthe words on that parchment so long agoOur prayer of that daystill true here and nowour nation to be trueall to be free,as our creator intendedfree from oppression,to pursue, happiness to findwithin ourselvesand with our GodA vision worthy to upholda hope to share with the worldMay we never forgetto hold these words in our heartsJuly 4, 2008Declaration of Independencewritten for July 4th celebrationWesley United Methodist Church,Concord, NH--- Words of MettleI paused todayto read, once again,those words of mettle,of resolve, of hope, of our faithThose words, part of the threadthe dream, the story that is AmericaThose words written in Philadelphiaproclaimed the sins of the kingthe prayers of the coloniesthe roots of our democracyWhat we believeand what we celebrate todayJuly 4, 2008Dec | | By: Poetry Where You Live | | |
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| Best Love Poems | | 2008-06-04 21:12:50 | | Emily Watson once said that the heart speaks the language of love that is best expressed by poems. As far back as the written word, poems have played an essential role in the expression of human dreams and desires. Poets in all parts of the world have always made efforts to explore and express the emotion of love in the form of poems. These love poems transport readers to the realm of pure, passionate and undying love; unchanged since the wheel of life has been put into motion.The everlasting nature of the theme of love makes it as relevant today as it was centuries ago; the perennial fame of the master poets can be ascribed to the same cause. Their poems are our guiding beacons to the uncharted depths of love, and the reason we can't do without them. According to Leslie Pockell, some of the most popular love poems of all time are - La Vita Nuova (Dante Alighieri), Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day (William Shakespeare), Who Ever Loved (Christopher Marlowe), Excerpt from Paradise | | By: Travelling a broad | | |
| | Nice Quotes , short poems, sharye | | 2008-05-31 14:13:04 | | Its easy to say ~ I Love U but hard to get Love from the one U Love.Its easy to say ~ I Hate U but hard to hate the one U Love.===================================================Humne manga tha saath unka,Woh judai ka gam de gaye,Hum unki yaado ke sahare ji lete,par woh bhool jaane ki kasam de gaye===================================================Don't wait until it's too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care. Because when they're gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry, they won't hear you anymore.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!===================================================Teri nafarat mein wo dam nahi jo meri chaht ko mita de, Yeh mohabat hai koi khel nahi jo koi haske bhoola de!!!!!!!!!!!!===================================================Bhej Kar sms Dil Say Yaad Kia Hum Ne"Phir Na Kehna K Bhula Diya Hum Ne"Ab Na Koi Bahna Hoga"Dekh Kar Msg Humara Apko"MuSkrAna HoGa===================================================ruka hai jindagi ka har lamhaunki yaade hai sakht jo | | By: All Funny Things | | |
| | Contemporaneous Poems | | 2008-05-21 13:26:00 | | real-time writing, what I seehow I feel, what I hearthe magic revealed by the girlsthe wonder of creationmoments, fragments of images,experiences right nowwritten downand joyously sharedcontemporaneous poemsgifts not workby grace, not be effortsrevealed in their birthingMay 21, 2008 | | By: Poetry Where You Live | | |
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| In the Crowd - series of poems | | 2008-05-19 07:41:00 | | With some of the poems posted today, I have started a series with the subtitle, (In the Crowd). The Alive Now devotional had asked on Pentecost, what we would have seen as a member of the crowd. That got me thinking about what other stories might fit that model. Even many parts of the Book of John are written by the observer, such as the Baptism story. Many of the stories in the Bible, both in the Old Testament and, especially, in the New Testament, are stories about the impact of God or Christ on a multitude, a gathering, a mob, or a crowd. So, with the Spirit's help, I'm going to explore that idea. What would a member of the crowd have felt, whether a believer or not, or maybe in the difference between observers. I'll just have to see how it plays out... | | By: Poetry Where You Live | | |
| | Wedding Poems of Love 5 | | 2008-04-30 14:39:00 | | "Beauty and Love"by Andrew YoungBeauty and love are all my dream; They change not with the changing day; Love stays forever like a stream That flows but never flows away; And beauty is the bright sun-bow That blossoms on the spray that showers Where the loud water falls below, Making a wind among the flowers.Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIVby Elizabeth Barrett BrowningIf thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love's sake only. Do not say'I love her for her smile--her look--her wayOf s | | By: Christmas Wedding-2008 | | |
| | Wedding Poems of Love 4 | | 2008-04-30 14:36:00 | | "A Red, Red Rose"by Robert BurnsO my luve's like a red, red rose.That's newly sprung in June;O my luve's like a melodieThat's sweetly play'd in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I will love thee still, my Dear,Till a'the seas gang dry.Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,And the rocks melt wi' the sun:I will luve thee still, my Dear,While the sands o'life shall run.And fare thee weel my only Luve!And fare thee weel a while!And I will come again, my Luve,Tho' it were te | | By: Christmas Wedding-2008 | | |
| | Wedding Poems of Love 2 | | 2008-04-30 14:30:00 | | "It's All I Have to Bring Today"by Emily DickinsonIt's all I have to bring today –This, and my heart beside –This, and my heart, and all the fields –And all the meadows wide –Be sure you count – should I forgetSome one the sum could tell –This, and my heart, and all the BeesWhich in the Clover dwell.More Wedding Readings
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| | Wedding Poems of Love | | 2008-04-30 14:19:00 | | "Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond" by E. E. Cummingssomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look will easily unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first roseor if your wish be to close me, i andmy life will shut ver | | By: Christmas Wedding-2008 | | |
| | Wedding Poems of Love 3 | | 2008-04-30 12:32:00 | | "Beautiful Dreamer"by Stephen FosterBeautiful 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 a way!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, out on the seaMermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;Over the streamlet vapors are borne,Waiting to fade at the bright coming mo | | By: Christmas Wedding-2008 | | |
| | Friendship Shayari & Poems | | 2008-04-20 00:59:57 | | lafz aap do, geeth hum banayenge
manzil aap pao, raasta hum banayenge,
khush ap raho khushiyan hum dilayenge ,
ap bas dost bane raho, dosti hum nibhayenge
2)log har mod pe ruk ruk ke sambhalte kyun hain
itna darte hain to phir ghar se nikalte kyun hain
main na jugnu hun diya hun na koi tara hun
roshni wale mere nam se jalte kyun hain
nind se mera talluq hi nahin barson se
khwab aake meri chat | | By: Aadab Arz Hai | | |
| | | Daffodil Poems & A Steamy Photo... | | 2008-04-12 19:14:20 | | Spring has sprung and the English Courtesan is about to go out making merry in the April sunshine! Before she goes however she wants to share a little of the joys of Spring with her readers. Hence the photo of a daffodil, taken by the English Courtesan's own fair hand! Good, isn't it? What d'you mean 'not particularly'?The English Courtesan is rather proud of this daffodil. Oh all right, all right, she knows it's just a daffodil. It's not even a technically accomplished daffodil but the English Courtesan is still inordinately proud of it. That's because this daffodil is proof that the English Courtesan knows how to do steamy soft-focus shots. Is that or is it not a useful skill for an escort?So in a feeble attempt at coherence, the English Courtesan thought she'd find a daffodil poem to go with her steamy soft-focus daffoporno shoot today. That way the readers will have something to play with other than their good selves while she's away.The English Courtesan has two favourite daffodi | | By: Diary Of An English Courtesan | | |
| | Four Poems a Day | | 2008-03-04 09:57:00 | | God has blessed me with a lot of poetry! Thank you, Lord!For the first time, I have reached the following averages:4 poems written and posted per day for the last 6 months;3.1 poems written and posted per day for the last year;2.5 poems written and posted per day for the last 2 years; and1.8 poems written and posted per day for the last 3 years | | By: Poetry Where You Live | | |
| | I have a lot to say - & two snow poems | | 2008-02-22 14:11:00 | | Got home a couple hours early because of the snow-- and I want to blog because I've felt the weight of words building up the last few days-- things I want to tell people, concerns and the occasional triumph I want to share-- yet I have to be honest and say I have no idea how much my blog is really read or matters. But I write anyway because it is one of the things I can do, and I am obliged to do the things I can!But before I plunge in for the afternoon, two snow poems by me:her mom trudges in sneakersthru the snowwhile she, five years old,trudges beside herwearing red dancing shoesthat look like fresh blood on linenbought in a previous moment of hopetotally wrong for the weatherbut all that's left nowis to walk on dreamsfor protection.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Not for ten pacescan my mind empty itselfeven in white snowPhoto by Kirk LauAtom
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| | Love Poems | | 2008-01-29 08:23:00 | | "In the Name Of Love"
You held my hand, swept me away,
Took me on a journey to a place far away.
You look into my eyes, you looked into my heart,
Walked into my soul, finding the perfet place to start.
You brought the sun out, when the moon was high above,
Did everything you knew, in the name of love.
You lit up a fire deep in my thoughts,
You planted a seed without soil in my heart.
You caused | | By: kingdom of heaven | | |
| | 2,000 poems | | 2008-01-11 09:57:00 | | The last poem marks 2,000 poems written and posted here. Thank you God for this gift and this opportunity to share Your Good News! | | By: Poetry Where You Live | | |
| | Lighter side of Poems | | 2007-12-01 01:30:00 | | Roses are red, violets are blueMonkeys like you should be kept in the zoo.Don't feel so angry, you will find me there tooNot in a cage but laughing at you.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Twinkle twinkle little starYou should know what you areAnd once you know what you areMental hospital is not so far.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*The rain makes all things beautiful.The grass and flowers too.If rain makes all things beautifulWhy doesn't it rain on you?*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*I wrote your name on sand it got washed.I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.then ~ I wrote your name on my heart And I got a heart attack straight away*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*God saw me hungry, HE created pizza.HE saw me thirsty, HE created PepsiHE saw me in dark, HE created lightHE saw me without problems, HE created YOU.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* | | By: Jokes and Forwards | | |
| | Poems and Inspirational Thoughts | | 2007-11-01 20:20:43 | | When I Thank Him for What He Has DoneSomeday I shall stand in God's cityTo receive the bright treasures I've wonBut how can I ever accept them,Till I thank Him for what He has done?What joy as I stand and listenTo the songs in that city beyond,But a tear in my eyes must glistenWhen I thank Him for what He has done.They say there will be no sighing,In that city when life's race is run,But how can I keep from cryingWhen I thank Him for what He has done?When I thank Him for what He has done, I mustlook back to the crucified One,On that beautiful shore, I must kneel once more,Just to thank Him for what He has done.Before I can shout hallelujah,Before I can sing the sweet song,I must kneel at the feet of JesusAnd thank Him for what He has done!-Unknown _____________________________________A Consistent ChristianCould I be called a Christian if everybody knewMy secret thoughts and feelings, and everything I do?Oh, can they see the likeness of Christ in me each dayAnd do they hear Him speak | | By: Ladies Bible Study | | |
| | Poems written by husband to wife | | 2007-10-09 10:20:53 | | I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then
I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack.
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God saw me hungry, he created pizza .
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi .
He saw me in dark, he created light .
He saw me without [...] | | By: Fun Mint | | |
| | Poems from 3 Women Mystics | | 2007-09-10 07:52:05 | | Women are blessed with loving, nurturing & passionate feminine energy that infuses life in all that they place their attention on – their work, their homes, loved ones - no one is excluded from their all encompassing quality.Even the abstract concept of the Divine is brought alive and is manifested as the Beloved – and that inner love affair becomes the glorious path of an all consuming devotion.Here are some poems by three women mystics from three different time periods & countries, and three different traditions – what is common to them is the intensity of the deep yearning, trust and surrender to the Invisible Beloved. Meera (1498-1547CE – Merta, India)Do not leave me aloneDo not leave me alone, a helpless woman.My strength, my crown,I am empty of virtues,You, the ocean of them.My heart's music, you help meIn crossing across this world.You protected the king of the elephants.You dissolve the fear of the terrified.Where can I go? Save my honourFor I have dedicated myself | | By: Inspirations and Creative Thoughts | | |
| | Poems About Bad Relationships | | 2007-08-18 08:33:57 | | The photo in this entry is Strings of Adornment. Photographed and edited by me, Lynda Walldez.
These are some recent poems I wrote during a sleepless night of constant tears. Though you may not understand these poems, they are my way of venting some of the deepest pain I have. I don't always feel this way, but when I do, I release it in rhyming lines like these. It's one of the ways I show how tough this little cookie is. Although sometimes I do crumble. These poems are not about one person in particular, but many. I also describe different occasions instead of just one.
Painful Memories
Every tear I shed
I bow my head
In utter pain I cry
Feeling like I want to die
My heart bears another crack
When your words attack
With every drop that falls
I hear your calls
I break
Unable to take
Each time I weep
I try to keep
Myself from remembering
Everything
Lone Soldier
Every battle fought alone
Taking all the punches blown
No one by my side
Shattering all my pride
A helping hand has | | By: One Day At a Time | | |
| | Love Quotes & Poems | | 2007-08-14 16:13:40 | | Love Is Love (æœå¾·ä¼Ÿ)
After the verb “to love”, the verb “to help” is the most beautiful verb in the world.
All things are possible to him who believes, yet more to him who hopes, more still to him who loves, and most of all to him who practises and perseveres in these three virtues. ~ [...] | | By: Peace Spiritual Inspiration | | |
| | | | Hanged Poems of Kaaba | | 2007-05-25 18:42:00 | | The Kaaba (Ka'ba) is the holiest place in Islam and it is the symbolic locus of the faithfuls around the world for their prayer to One God. It is believed that Kaaba is related with the Abrahamic tradition, who rebuilt the house for worshiping the Creator and introduced the rite of pilgrimage to the Kaaba. Originaly it is believed that Kaaba was built by Adam. Thus even before the rise of Islam it was revered as a sacred sanctuary and was a site of pilgrimage.About Hanged Poems of Kaba, i quote from The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East, volume V, Ancient Arabia - translated by F. E. Johnson, with revisions by Sheikh Faiz-ullah-bhai.Arabic literature in the written form, the only form in which it can be permanently preserved, does not begin until the sixth century of our own era, the century just before Mohammed.During this period there were several of the tribal poets so valued, that the idea was formed of honoring them by hanging copies of their best poems in the chief | | By: Inspirations and Creative Thoughts | | |
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