Here lies stupid boy and jealous girl
they always had a crazy quarell
this one was the craziest of them all.
author: Ramon Almaguer
Type of Poem: Epitaph
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Sunday, February 4, 2007
stupid boy vs. jealous girl
My precious boy, my stupid, precious boy
I know you think I’m just a silly girl
Who likes to tease, to pout, and to annoy
To turn your mind into a savage whirl
I know you think I haven’t got a brain
That’s just the start of your stupidity
I know you feel I’m driving you insane
With vague assaults on your lucidity
But if my adoration is in doubt
And if you think my love is just a game
You haven’t got a clue what love’s about
And, stupid, precious boy, that is a shame
Because in spite of every stupid part
I love you from the bottom of my heart
response
to stupid boy:
My beautiful girl, my jealous, beautiful girl
I know you think I flirt with everyone
Who wants to go out with every girl
To turn your mind against the only one
I know you think I don’t love you
That’s just the beginning of you're jealously
When you see me with another girl you turn into the other you
With madness on your head that you can’t fight the jealously
But if you don’t think I love you
And if you keep believing what people say
You haven’t got a clue of how much I want you
And, jealous, beautiful girl, that is a shame
Because in spite of every stupid part
I love you from the bottom of my heart no matter what.
Author: Ramon Almaguer
Type of poem: Sonnet
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Nearer
A thousand miles away the sweetest sigh
Of love and longing leaves her lonely lips
A prelude or a postlude to a cry
Accompanied by trembling fingertips
A thousand miles away I hear her hair
Brush gently as it falls across her face
The softest sound of which I am aware
A subtle sound she amplifies with grace
Nearby the howl of autumn winds and rain
Is deafening in all its autumn rage
A furious sound of cacophonic pain
Which struts and frets upon a noisy stage
A player poor I’ve chosen not to hear
And press the telephone against my ear
Author: Scott Ennis
Type of poem: Sonnet
Source: http://www.sonnetwriters.com/nearer
The Best of Friends
The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
when you feel down.
The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.
The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.
The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.
Type of Poem: Free Verse
Lovely Joan
A fine young man it was indeed,
He was mounted on his milk-white steed;
He rode, he rode himself all alone,
Until he came to lovely Joan.
"Good morning to you, pretty maid."
And, "Twice good morning, sir", she said.
He gave her a wink, she rolled her eye.
Says he to himself, "I'll be there by and by."
"Oh don't you think those pooks of hay
A pretty place for us to play?
So come with me like a sweet young thing
And I'll give you my golden ring."
Then he pulled off his ring of gold.
"My pretty little miss, do this behold.
I'd freely give it for your maidenhead."
And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red.
"Give me that ring into my hand
And I will neither stay nor stand,
For this would do more good to me
Than twenty maidenheads," said she.
And as he made for the pooks of hay
She leaped on his horse and tore away.
He called, he called, but it was all in vain
Young Joan she never looked back again.
She didn't think herself quite safe,
No, not till she came to her true love's gate.
She's robbed him of his horse and ring,
And left him to rage in the meadows green.
Author: C. Jay, Acle, Norfolk
Type of Poem: Ballad Poem
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lovely_Joan
He was mounted on his milk-white steed;
He rode, he rode himself all alone,
Until he came to lovely Joan.
"Good morning to you, pretty maid."
And, "Twice good morning, sir", she said.
He gave her a wink, she rolled her eye.
Says he to himself, "I'll be there by and by."
"Oh don't you think those pooks of hay
A pretty place for us to play?
So come with me like a sweet young thing
And I'll give you my golden ring."
Then he pulled off his ring of gold.
"My pretty little miss, do this behold.
I'd freely give it for your maidenhead."
And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red.
"Give me that ring into my hand
And I will neither stay nor stand,
For this would do more good to me
Than twenty maidenheads," said she.
And as he made for the pooks of hay
She leaped on his horse and tore away.
He called, he called, but it was all in vain
Young Joan she never looked back again.
She didn't think herself quite safe,
No, not till she came to her true love's gate.
She's robbed him of his horse and ring,
And left him to rage in the meadows green.
Author: C. Jay, Acle, Norfolk
Type of Poem: Ballad Poem
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lovely_Joan
More Than a Woman
Oh, girl I've known you very well
I've seen you growing everyday
I never really looked before
but now you take my breath away.
Suddenly you're in my life
part of everything I do
you got me working day and night
just trying to keep a hold on you.
Here in your arms I found my paradise
my only chance for happiness
and if I lose you now I think I would die.
Oh say you'll always be my baby
we can make it shine, we can take forever
just a minute at a time.
More than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
There are stories old and true
of people so in love like you and me
and I can see myself
let history repeat itself.
Reflecting how I feel for you
thinking about those people then
I know that in a thousand years
I'd fall in love with you again.
This is the only way that we should fly
this is the only way to go
and if I lose you I know I would die.
Oh say you'll always be my baby
we can make it shine, we can take forever
just a minute at a time.
More than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
Author: The Gee Bees
Type of poem: Lyric poem
Source: http://www.risa.co.uk/sla/song.php?songid=11476
I've seen you growing everyday
I never really looked before
but now you take my breath away.
Suddenly you're in my life
part of everything I do
you got me working day and night
just trying to keep a hold on you.
Here in your arms I found my paradise
my only chance for happiness
and if I lose you now I think I would die.
Oh say you'll always be my baby
we can make it shine, we can take forever
just a minute at a time.
More than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
There are stories old and true
of people so in love like you and me
and I can see myself
let history repeat itself.
Reflecting how I feel for you
thinking about those people then
I know that in a thousand years
I'd fall in love with you again.
This is the only way that we should fly
this is the only way to go
and if I lose you I know I would die.
Oh say you'll always be my baby
we can make it shine, we can take forever
just a minute at a time.
More than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, more than a woman to me
more than a woman, oh, oh, oh.
Author: The Gee Bees
Type of poem: Lyric poem
Source: http://www.risa.co.uk/sla/song.php?songid=11476
death love answering machine
Here lies Ramon Almaguer I’m not here right now
But if you really love me
Leave a message after the “beep”
But if you really love me
Leave a message after the “beep”
Author: Ramon Almaguer
Type of poem: Epitaph
Type of poem: Epitaph
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