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Lyubov

Lyubov

Russian Federation

December 1, 2009

  • I ought to be professional
  • When I paint, when I draw.
  • I need to see your passion now.
  • And I must be in love.
  • And when I sing
  • And when I dream
  • And when I cry
  • And when I fly
  • And when I play
  • And if I stay
  • I have to seem, that I’m all right
  • To be forever shinning and bright.

10:43 AM Dec 01 2009

hazem02

hazem02
Jordan

Adorable night...

 

so lovely to storm into a night...

and to rip it its endless times..

to hide its moon through their sweet bodies..

sweet naked lovers` bodies...

lovers that deserves to irrigates their desires...

through into each other...

to enjoy one the other...

and to stay all a night...

giving ,creating and making a great activities....

making their love....

 

so lovely to stay every night...

all a night with a lover...

watching a moon and its stars...

and passing a night while they don`t know how it passed...

through their harmony kisses...

their lips which never get apart...

their bodies which gives a power with no stop...

 

its so lovely to share feelings...

to make it love with no shame...

to dive into, trying to reach a holy places...

holy sweet place into each others...

to run a risk one into the other...

to burst out all desires together...

to get a pretty poetic sweet night...

through a bodies fights for each other with no impossible...

till they lose their power and fell sleeps with no choice...

 

then...

how its lovely those bodies to meet again...

while they still so close together...

there into their dreams...

to start it with an endless dream..

as the another day will never rise again...

 

by: hazem02@yahoo.com

 

www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91114418.html

 

please feel free to read more and to leave your comments through my link which i gave...

yours,..

hazem al...

December 1, 2009

SmileSmileSmile

I've read some sonnets of Shekspeare
I saw your clothes you always wear.
I know your face, I heard your voice.
But they are making an awful noice.

They love you,too. They dreamed of you.
I want to know what will you do,
If only she, who loves you really
Will not forever be with you.

November 21, 2009

I wrote this poem about one month ago. It was my first poem in English. One English actor inspired me to write it.Алан Рикман

An actor. 

An Actor - the name of the man who is playing.
Sometimes he is running, sometimes he is staying.

He gave everything of himself to the people.
And always in return to him only a little.

He shines at the sky like the moon for the stars
I wanna to give him a little advice:

He must not decide he is brighter than they
That's only one thing that I wanted to say.

I need your comments.Thanks for attention!=)

10:17 AM Nov 21 2009

theMasterMinD
Turkey

 

Who are thee to judge my capability!?

In Dark Arts' defense I have a considerable legacy

And since now you've earned the death penalty,

An Avada Kedavra's sure to bring you to your knees!! :)