poem

I want your hugs, and kisses, too I want to stare into your eyes and whisper a soothing I long for your eyes to be the light of mine I long for your eyes to stare into mine And brighten up like mine do when you are here Or over there….at the meeting place…. You are so pretty and you soothe my...

Shall I compare you to a fresh fruit that never spoils And never decay nor ever boil? To feed the hungry and bring shivers of memory? To stay pure and chaste until marriage eternity? A garden spring of jasmine, and innocent memories A river of freshness, the first love I have seen A...

My nookie days are over, My pilot light is out. What used to be my sex appeal, Is now my water spout. Time was when, on its own accord, From my trousers it would spring. But now I've got a full time job, To find the f***in' thing. It used to be embarrassing, The way it would behave. For...

your teeth are like the shining stars, your hair like golden hay, your legs are like the tower bridge, they open twice aday!!! :hearnoevi

Her nefes alisimda, titreyen su kalbim seni arar, Hissettigi an seni, kanayan yaralarini kabuk baglar. Düsler mi gerçek, gerçekler mi bir düs yoksa Gerçeklesir belki bir gün, bitmesin, düs bile olsa Uzatsam elimi dukunacakmisim gibi yakinsin Kelimelerin gücü yetmez anlatmaya gözlerinin...

The computer swallowed grandpa. Yes, honestly it's true! He pressed 'control' and 'enter' And disappeared from view. It devoured him completely, The thought just makes me squirm.. he must have caught a virus Or been eaten by a worm. I've searched through the recycle bin And files of every kind...

A Geordie love poem ! Of course I love ye pet yer a crackin top-notch bord and when ah say yer gorgeous ah mean every single word. So ya arse is on the big side, ah divvint mind a bit of flab It means that when a'm ready there's somethin there to grab. ...So yer belly isn't flat nee more ah...

You stand there with your cruel words of widespread bigotry. Your verses may sound perfect that you twist to make us fear. But no one is really listening as they all know you are here. But let me tell you something now, its time that you were gone. I think that you should take a look at everyone...

Poems A WOMAN'S POEM: Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's rich and...

He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake, He said my biscuits were too hard Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking...

Now we are six When I was one I had just begun When I was two I was nearly new When I was three I was hardly me When I was four I was not much more When I was five I was just alive But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever; so I think I'll be six now for ever and ever - A.A. Milne

(Who said Australians weren't romantic?) Of course I love ya darlin You're a bloody top-notch bird And when I say you're gorgeous I mean every single word. So ya bum is on the big side I don't mind a bit of flab It...

We'll come together for poem readings of Omar Khayyam in Turkish and eventually English: "Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - And Wilderness is Paradise enow." At Gümüş Bahçe under the stars in the old...

Now, whilst I am no Pam Ayres, I have wrote a little poem: Altinkum dogs, out on the street In rain and shine, and all the heat They look so sad, what can we do They need our help to see them through Who wants to see dogs out on their own Nobody does and that's why some moan But let us not...

THE WOMAN POEM: Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep. One who's handsome, smart, and strong. One who loves to listen long. One who thinks before he speaks. One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won't be annoyed...

I wish I´d looked after me tits By Pam Ayres Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers, Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers, Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits. 'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning. It's...

When I born, I black When I grow up, I black When I go in Sun, I black When I scared, I black When I sick, I black And when I die, I still black And you white fellow When you born,you pink When you grow up, you white When you go in sun, you red When you cold, you blue When you...

Theres Always Room For One More I see by his coat he must be a stray the untidy look gives him away He's lost his will and is so thin he hasn't eaten since God knows when I Know as i coax him through the door Theres always room for one more...

Remember the days of old, When all our money was backed by gold? When you could pay by cash and not direct debit, Were praised for saving and not using credit? When people all across the board spent only what they could afford? But then we lost our industry and became a lazy nation, Obsessed...