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about making a sacrifice for someone u love, and realizing that they would never make that sacrifice for you.
Poetry | Updated Jan 18, 2008 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Jack and Anna met at a get together a friend was having and seemed to have hit it off on the right foot; literally he tripped her with his foot. She giggled, like a little girl at her eighth birthday party....
God's Redeeming Love. Hope!
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
just a poem i wrote one night after me and my girlfriend were having some problems.
if u get grossed out really easily don't read
Poetry | Updated Jan 1, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
I feel unimportant sometimes
like I don't even matter
No one comes to visit me,
By Scribblings Of A Middle Aged Mad Man
I think this one deals with how we view our own pain and how that compares with others. The poem tries to say that although you may feel down, there are others who really are drowning in sorrow. Sometimes we need to be reminded just how lucky we are.
Poetry | Updated Dec 3, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
for a friend at allpoetry.
My name is Cara Louann.
My user name is PoovyLou.
My birthday is April 3rd, I am an Aries.
my thoughts just came out with these words
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
By Brian Peza Perrins
I wrote this poem for a friend that wished to express her feelings to her mother before it was too late. Something she could not find the right words for face to face. Hope it works.
Why tell me what delirium is meant to be
We age with time, in what dreams do we believe
Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing
So what good Shepperd's gives up trying
They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet
Slip and sin, we...
One time my loved one thought I loved her by the mind and not the heart. What could I do to show how much I really do love her? Well, this poem is what I did. Enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Aug 11, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 9