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am i the one you want me to be
am i your type of guy
or perhaps the stand by | img2poems |
do i disappoint you
or do i disappoint me
am i a prisoner begging to be free | img2poems |
was i a prisoner of my own emotions
was my love so insignificant to you
as a single grain or a drop in the ocean | img2poems |
do i disappoint you when you look in my eyes
and when i look in yours
i only see unspoken love and closed doors | img2poems |
'an open rebuke is better than hidden love
rebuke me now rebuke me now if you may
before i walk away from my love of yesterday | img2poems |
if reason has its reasons
the world is just well
the way it is | img2poems |
god is not dead
god is alive and well
and living as a parasite inside the brains of unsuspecting hosts | img2poems |
by: gunnar von brunn
gunnar von brunn was born in hamburg germany in he currently resides in north idaho with his wife and kids
he writes in his spare time | img2poems |
it might help you heal to talk
about your childhood travails sir
rather than use this form of torture on youth and so perpetuate this | img2poems |
put on your shoes
get your car keys
and let's go | img2poems |
they dull my eyes yet
i keep on dying
because i love to live | img2poems |
number someone who can be
original in dress
stylish | img2poems |
hues of turquoise green and blue
dashed against the sky
in silky wonder | img2poems |
you watch it move
react
in a moment everything can be won or lost | img2poems |
but you're flying
floating on a carpet of glass
you wish the moment would never end | img2poems |
this is the beginning
thank you me blossom winning
for this year end | img2poems |
the crayoned rainbow
got swallowed by her sea bed
sinking deep inside | img2poems |
on a stone bench
mother fingers her wrinkles
autumn loneliness | img2poems |
to his arab followers and to his wives
the fruit was three skies above luxury
and as indispensable as water and air | img2poems |
and push through sodden earth just sewn
says the gently helping rain
taking april captive | img2poems |
soak slowly through my mudden shroud
says the dormant colour waiting to
besiege may | img2poems |
wirey arms will find strong hands
then on their well-splayed heads and hairs
invaders land | img2poems |
will someone finally
check on me
only to find that i'm finally free | img2poems |
the euphony of the rustling
meadow was my education
among flowers i learned to love | img2poems |
you become aware
how should i say
i love you | img2poems |
they say it's for a short term
and i have to be firm
but the term isn't short | img2poems |
i feel used he said
and old as usual
i believe i'm at the height of my existence | img2poems |
my sister is a beautiful girl
but she don't want to be miss world
her personality cannot be rewarded by no judge or earl | img2poems |
to waste and paraffin
pistons gone tired of out-and-in
hard work as black and dull as sin | img2poems |
and each spoonful
stopped a moment in midair in its withering
steam | img2poems |
in the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle
resting my trust upon thee | img2poems |
'i think that i shall find her
in a young man's bed
the colonel went out sailing | img2poems |
the nursery fire burns brightly and flings fan-bursts of stars up
the chimney
as though a gala flamed a night of victorious wars | img2poems |
gone
gone
gone | img2poems |
they say: we were young
we have died
remember us | img2poems |
they say: whether our lives and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say
it is you who must say this | img2poems |
i am struck by visions beside the lane
on starry october nights laved by the autumn rain
and i sleep beneath the myrtles musing on her kiss | img2poems |
bewafa
kyon hua tu bewafa
mujhe milke tu hua hai kyon judaa | img2poems |
bewafa
kyon hua tu bewafaa
mujhe milke tu hua hai kyon judaa | img2poems |
man and woman they felled mountains and gardens
then went down to the river they scaled the walls
they hoisted their atrocious artillery up the hill | img2poems |
then love knew it was called love
and when i lifted my eyes to your name
suddenly your heart showed me my way | img2poems |
naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen
this is how you become everything that lives | img2poems |
we have a soul at times
no one's got it non-stop
for keeps | img2poems |
day after day
year after year
may pass without it | img2poems |
it usually steps out
whenever meat needs chopping
or forms have to be filled | img2poems |
we can count on it
when we're sure of nothing
and curious about everything | img2poems |
it won't say where it comes from
or when it's taking off again
though it's clearly expecting such questions | img2poems |
as it's commonly said
an apple a day
keeps the doctor away | img2poems |
zu blitz
lehrer
die verwanderlung - the will of nietzsche | img2poems |
tumbling crushing spinning
in the maddening chaos
of the spiral time | img2poems |
was no more
my soul ripped asunder
the stars | img2poems |
i couldn't sleep
for thinking
emmett till | img2poems |
laying on the bed
praying for a wife
in walk sonji roi | img2poems |
pretty little shape
do you like
chop suey | img2poems |
can i wash your hair
underneath
that wig | img2poems |
the count is full
the stadium is full
one last time for the year | img2poems |
exultant they hover
and shadow the sun with
foreboding | img2poems |
i remember how you bravely fought like a man
against omar narvaez arce and nishioka of japan
i remember how you easily beat them all | img2poems |
we waited
on the street outside
for alf to arrive | img2poems |
the infant hydrocephalus who sat
at a bridge end by a dried-up water-course
and fiddled | img2poems |
you are worth it you are worthless you are worth it you
are worthless
fingernails petals | img2poems |
the shrilling organ an engine failing on an airbus
divers floating victims from plane wrecks
bodies all bloated and the same | img2poems |
the judicious arise and wander
casual through the great halls of the
sacrificial and the sacrificed | img2poems |
but how can the queen learn
miaow
if she never looks at me | img2poems |
his snortings will rise to my head
and i shall be hot and laugh
forgetting that i have ever known a woman | img2poems |
tell the moon to come
for i do not want to see the blood
of ignacio on the sand | img2poems |
let my memory kindle
warm the jasmines
of such minute whiteness | img2poems |
my son sits at the edge of my bed
and asks me to recite a poem
a tear falls from my eyes onto the pillow | img2poems |
my son lays down his pens his crayon box in
front of me
and asks me to draw a homeland for him | img2poems |
it was a chance you grieve
because you know
it was also a choice | img2poems |
talking to a friend
or sending them a text
they talk for hours on end | img2poems |
they'll leave their room a mess
and give cleaning it a miss
but yes i must confess to also doing this | img2poems |
they think their folks are ancient and utterly unfair
the result is to ignore them
before they start to swear | img2poems |
their music cracks the ceiling and makes their parents fume
emotions always reeling
and spend more time in their room | img2poems |
between rendezvous and letter
no eternity passes
only a few days or weeks | img2poems |
i don't owe them anything
love would have said
on this open topic | img2poems |
orators spoke sincere
touche
the light is near | img2poems |
between you and me
tell me or rather
is there a possibility | img2poems |
or plainly ecclesiastical
not to overlook
love underlined | img2poems |
gather your thoughts ma'am
put them away under your hat
where they belong | img2poems |
gather your thoughts ma'am
or you might be the one
who gets locked up | img2poems |
we are children of the almighty
so we are inborn prince or princes
we are not beggar | img2poems |
mum not understanding
papa still musing
plans keep failing do not think suicide | img2poems |
life is a beauty life is a challenge
accept it my dear do not break your family's heart
but go ahead live life full never think of suicide | img2poems |
'david of the white rock' the' slumber song' so soft and that
beautiful tune to which roguish words by welsh pit boys
are sung - but never more beautiful than here under the guns' noise | img2poems |
ses habits taient d boutonn s
et le long chapelet des p ch s pardonn s
s' grenant dans son coeur saint tartufe tait p le | img2poems |
just a few minutes we have shared
on the same trail
for i am just passing through | img2poems |
can't i go back
wait a minute
i mean | img2poems |
no comments clever no boasting wit
just warm arms outreaching
saying take my hand and sit | img2poems |
a beatific smile escapes my lips
conquering all my doubts
and in ecstasy i live knowing | img2poems |
i'm the painter of my world
mystery is a facade of fun
tribulation a conscious cloak | img2poems |
unseen unbounded fathomless fantasies
are i weaving in all planes
master of play and ploy | img2poems |
once a blossoming bud then dying dirt
as a nagging wife and blushing bride
in all i pervade and prevail | img2poems |
i give you all my life
and a gift of love
filled with happiness and peace | img2poems |
'come all to church good people
oh noisy bells be dumb
i hear you i will come | img2poems |
the first risen
are now first likely to fall
dead in the street | img2poems |
the day was great
and the sun was burning
slowly night fell | img2poems |
what happened next
how do i tell
i think i was lost and | img2poems |
what we want to tell him
he hears well enough but muffles with a cough
and waves aside | img2poems |
vou sacrificar-me
e logo na inutilidade de ser serei um glorioso ser
de aplicar desterros e fachadas negras | img2poems |
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