I care
Hey, sweetie
Well, I'm not good at writing but I like to read!
It's a good idea to share the poems we like together
Thank you my dear and I'll be back again
by the Will of Allah
s@l@m........ Every body
here in this group u can share ur favourite poems
urs or not its up to u < which touched ur<
heart lot………and tell why u choose it
the purpose is to share more poems so that
we can learn many things and can improve
our reading life
hope u will join
I care
Hey, sweetie
Well, I'm not good at writing but I like to read!
It's a good idea to share the poems we like together
Thank you my dear and I'll be back again
by the Will of Allah
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" اللهم استعملني في طاعتك "
/
أستغفر الله العظيم التواب الرحيم لذنبي
وللمسلمين والمسلمات و المؤمنين والمؤمنات
الأحياء منهم والأموات إلى يوم الدين
how r u suger
whatever u add here im sure it tastes sweet
like u
! waiting 4 ur poem , suger
He closed his eyes his work is done
lay him down
Lay him down
in the ground
Or in the snow
He closed his eyes his work is done
What's to him a hand of a man
What's to him a rise of sun or set of moon
He closed his eyes his work is done
What a very sad poem, Hajjaj
It reminds us all about the place that we all must return to at the end of our journey in life. But if you're the one who wrote it, BRAVO! I think it's great.
I'm not really good in writing poetry but I tried doing so. Please read it and tell me what you all think
Don't be fooled
Don't be fooled if he looks so good
Don't be fooled if his speach is so good
He might be hiding the face which is rude
and he could be nothing but a stooge
Flowers, chocolate and calls to swoop you away
True love can't be shown in this way
Don't be fooled by every word he says
Don't let him shape you like a piece of clay
and play with your heart as he may
Say NO to the devil he hides inside
and remember that God is always on your side
Tomorrow isn't only another day; it is also another chance!
Childhood memories I'll say
In our minds always stay
For they're those precious days
Whose memories can never decay
For in those days we are away
From all kinds of blues and greys
And only then in our way
We see joys and happiness stay
And that's why I always pray
Now from my Lord that may
Flowery be the path where we stay
Where no kind of pain's ray
Can enter to bring pangs hay
To destroy and to take away
The nice memories in any way
That's called the childhood days
i like it from the first time i read it i hope u like it
I care
Thank you sugar
hajjaj
It's a good choice.. I loved it..
special miss
May Allah bless you for such a choice
علاء الحاتمي
Who doesn't love childhood memories
.
.
Now
I chose this for you
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost
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" اللهم استعملني في طاعتك "
/
أستغفر الله العظيم التواب الرحيم لذنبي
وللمسلمين والمسلمات و المؤمنين والمؤمنات
الأحياء منهم والأموات إلى يوم الدين
The Dash
The following is a poem by Linda Ellis © 1998.
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own; the cars .... the house... the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard ... are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left. (You could be at "dash mid-range")
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spend your dash??
Don’t count the years - count the memories….
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!
.You took my breath away CIELO
I also like this one.
David Bates (1809 – 1870)
Speak Gently
Speak gently!—It is better far
To rule by love, than fear—
Speak gently—let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently!—Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild:—
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear—
Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring—know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently!—He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, "Peace, be still."
Speak gently!—'tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
Don’t count the years - count the memories….
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!
.You took my breath away CIELO
Helloooooo sugar * ' *
Its nice 2 see u again here
What a misery poem
This poem is about isolation and depression.
I think the message of being depressed or alone is what the poet
is trying to put out there
Thanx sugar super. 4 ur posting such great poem
Take care
come on ! Na.Na ,make up ur mind
plz
?? which one u like
kiddin, mi dear
T.B.C.
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة I care ; 01-05-2009 الساعة 02:17 AM
Dear Special Miss
If it is yours ..........congratulation.I understood the relationship between the basic and the outshape.These days people wear somethings don't represent their reality.................thanks alot
S@L@M
dear NaNa ur second poem is a precious
i like it, the message is 2 b gentl to others
and more importantly 2 yourself
I m glad 4 ur posting here
thanx again, mi dear.
hi, every body
I want to share this poem with others, and
urge them never to give up
by Brian Quinn
When all about you is black with gloom,
And all you feel is pending doom.
When your bones are racked with grim despair -
When every breath is a gasp for air.
Keep on going, though you need to grope,
For around the bend is a ray of hope.
A ray of hope is perhaps all that's left,
As your will to live has been bereft.
You've lost it all, it's just no use!
You can end it all, you need no excuse.
But throw away that piece of rope,
And give yourself a chance of hope.
Just give yourself another day,
Brushing aside what your thoughts may say.
This is your life and you can make a new start,
By ignoring the brain - just follow the heart.
Taking baby steps in order to cope,
And minute by minute you'll build on your hope.
Build on your hope,. one day at a time,
Though the road be steep and hard to climb.
The hurts of the past - they should be dead.
The fears of the future are all in your head.
Just live in the present and refuse to mope
Your life will sparkle for you're living in hope.
S@L@M
WELCOME BROTH LET IT
depths of despair is shown
but there is a light that never goes out its
a hope
which makes life worth living
thanx 4 providing us a wise advise that never 2
giveup
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