The End
The day my life Ends I will go to a beautiful place, where i will meet new people,I will enjoy the rest of my life,The day My life Ends I will go and today is my day The End. Robert FloresJr.
EPITATH
February 1, 2007 5:13
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, love, Love, Love, And You
WHEN DO I THINK OF YOU?
I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for
you are tranquillity.
I think of you on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.
I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
...for that is my song, and you are the music.
You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.
In that secret place called sleep, it is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness and
clouds of cotton.
When do I think of you? Every moment
of my life. And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought...
it will be of you.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-and-you/
JOE FAZIO
SONNET
I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for
you are tranquillity.
I think of you on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.
I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
...for that is my song, and you are the music.
You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.
In that secret place called sleep, it is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness and
clouds of cotton.
When do I think of you? Every moment
of my life. And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought...
it will be of you.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love-and-you/
JOE FAZIO
SONNET
Two Sonnets
Two Sonnets I SAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the many millions who Do hourly wait to pass your pathway down. You, so familiar, once were strange: we tried To live as of your presence unaware. But now in every road on every side We see your straight and steadfast signpost there. I think it like that signpost in my land Hoary and tall, which pointed me to go Upward, into the hills, on the right hand, Where the mists swim and the winds shriek and blow, A homeless land and friendless, but a land I did not know and that I wished to know. II Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean, A merciful putting away of what has been. And this we know: Death is not Life effete, Life crushed, the broken pail. We who have seen So marvellous things know well the end not yet. Victor and vanquished are a-one in death: Coward and brave: friend, foe. Ghosts do not say, "Come, what was your record when you drew breath?" But a big blot has hid each yesterday So poor, so manifestly incomplete. And your bright Promise, withered long and sped, Is touched; stirs, rises, opens and grows sweet And blossoms and is you, when you are dead. Charles Hamilton Sorley http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-sonnets/ SONNET |
Two Untitled Poems and a Kiss
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Two Untitled Poems and a Kiss
A room
no music
nobody within
i am out
when i am back
music
no room
Square of
music, and tears
square of fear,
erected laugh and murder
The Kiss
i could see
the dagger
and the lightning
of fear
glinted on it
A dropp of tear
i heard the hiss.
a stream of blood
i remember a kiss
Robert Flores
Epitath
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-untitled-poems-and-a-kiss/
Dreaming of you
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Dreaming of You
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star that somewhere you are
Thinking of me too
Cause I’m dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me
Wonder if you ever see me and i
Wonder if you know I’m there (am I there, am i? )
If you looked in my eyes would you see what’s inside
Would you even care?
I just wanna hold you close but so far
All I have are dreams of you
So I wait for the day (wait for the day)
To take the courage to say how much I love you
Yes I do
I’ll be dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me
Corazón
No puedo dejar de pensar en ti
Como te necesito
Mi amor, como te extraño
(translation:
Sweetheart
I can’t stop thinking of you
How I need you
My love, how I miss you)
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I still can’t believe
That you came up to me and said I love you
I love you too
Now I’m dreaming with you tonight
Till tomorrow (till tomorrow) and for all of my life
And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here in my room
Dreaming with you endlessly
Selena
http://poemhunter.com/song/dreaming-of-you/
robert flores
lyric
Reflection
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Reflection
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I look in you, at all,
For all I see is the same old me,
And not how I so want to be.
Mirror, mirror on the stairs,
Why do you show me many years,
A face with wrinkles everywhere,
Would anybody like my share.
Mirror, mirror near my bed,
In you I look with certain dread,
For creams and potions just don't work,
Behind them still the wrinkles lurk.
Mirror, mirror in the hall,
Seeing you makes me recall,
That I am now of senior age,
Well stuck into the wrinkles stage.
Mirror, mirror by the door,
How I hate you more and more,
I'm having to look the other way,
When my reflection's on display.
Ernestine Northover
http://poemhunter.com/poem/reflection/
Ballad
The Day I Go
When the chrono comes i will go,
I will go but leave my corp where
the people will feel empathetic for
my family, I will leave the geo to be
with 'The' and other people from
peri's who also go on the day I go and
Today is my day.
-Robert Flores Jr.
I will go but leave my corp where
the people will feel empathetic for
my family, I will leave the geo to be
with 'The' and other people from
peri's who also go on the day I go and
Today is my day.
-Robert Flores Jr.
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Butterflies
women are like butterflies
dad always said when he was alive
oh how true that is
mom, sisters, aunties,
they are all butterflies
with colourful stories
to tell of their love and wear
and the days that flew like honey
kisses, presents, flowers and all
cupboards full of cotton, silk, crepe,
and what have you?
in a million shades and styles
you could see them flying into a dream
twirl, swirl, twist, waltz, disco, pirouette
through that memory lane
where diversity was the fruit of life
where a million years might have passed
and you will still be digging in to feed on
those joy-capsuled moments
transcient as the rainbow over the sky
big sister loves her graceful skirt in that shade
passionate as rosy red
second sister's favourite blouse
innocent as lily white
third sister's lace covered night gown
make her look real butterflies
to talk about butterflies
snappy dad was correct when
he said women are like butterflies
they fly into your life
bringing colours and sweetness of bloom
if you know where to look for
the right ones
open the window of your heart wide
and you see them flutter, flap, dances
in so many ways into your dream
inspired by
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe #31
john tiong chunghoo
Robert Flores
Free verse
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterflies-16/