In the arms of love I see no danger, know no danger. here, I am never a stranger I feel the safety of peace embracing me I feel the cool air that we breath I feel the tenderness of a greater touch and yes I love God and people, yep thats me, poetry is my thing, do you like it ?
It is nice to be important but is more important to be nice
My feelings tell no lie But something has died Softly in a lonely cry I stirred into your weary eyes
You know that something is missing No romance, no more kissing No more joyful moments Silence fills the place like torment
We grew apart Not because of our heart But serious incidents at the start This took away all intimacy And glory of a new found love piercing the thoughts. Left us in the wilderness of lonesome years Snaring the conscience as if we never cared. As we surfs the troubled waters Hoping tomorrow will bring no fear. I see your weary eyes but never dry your tears.
I hear you in a sweet song I smell you in the fragant of red roses I saw you in the calm after the storm I feel you in the humbliness of the wind and I taste your beauty when you smile and melt my heart
but most importantly you act upon my senses and gave me strength you capture my thoughts and led it straight to your heart
you take me to a whole new world and show me things that means morethan diamonds and pearl thats why you are my girl
you no what guys ? It so hard to see people suffer not from love but the lack of comfort someone who really cares for you as you some one who will spend all the time to listen to you, your silly jokes, your boring stories, the most interesting moments of your life and so on.
but why is that comfort so hard to fine ? is it that people look in the wrong place or is it because we long for comfort, we yearn for it. we cry for it or we just simply can't do without it.
gooosh !! if we could just find that comfort then love would surely come.
hi guys lets challenge ourselves what do you think this poem is talking about tell me where and whom you think the poem is reffering to or what circumstances the poem speaks about, just tell me what comes to mind
I went to the factory to up grade my vocabulary surprisingly! Much more was thought to me from the cuniness of their machinery
Spoils of the society was bestowed upon me deceitful fingers pointing seriously lots of machines and workers sounded in the factory humming songs of promise and some of tragedy while subduing the reluctant workers who sound off their furies
In the darkness of this factory lies the gold of its hierarchy and supervised by those who selfishly protect the industry
Astonishing moments distraught my verbosity when I learnt of the great mysteries of their atrocities. They disdainfully lash with no uncertainty At my discovery. Someone has to take the blame, they say and publicly dismissed me from the factory
If I was your guy I would never make you cry I would full your heart wtih pleasure until the day you die
yes! if I was your guy the happiness of our heart could never be denied although at times I am a little shy I would make our romance tingle with happiness and never with an alibi
if I were your guy you would see the man in me firm, but loving to take you across the troubled sea the man every woman dream of his certainly not me but ninty nine percent of the criteria that will definately be
This I promise you a love so true for us to do the tings you want me too
to stand by you when you're sad and blue to turn your darkness into day and make all your dreams come through I would sing you the blues in the midnight drew
I would take your heart to a brand new start as we hold hands and walk slowly in the tranquil of the park we speak word from the poetic melody and glide through the pace
until the day is over we would start right back again
let me ask you this 
