Reply 59# iDputera
Sometimes,i'm speechless :L.
Reply 60# Tashu
Not 2nite..maybe 2morrow,next week or next month.
ReplyTashu
Not 2nite..maybe 2morrow,next week or next month.
masarju Post at 26-7-2011 23:26 http://mforum.cari.com.my/images/common/back.gif
make it soon plz:$
ReplyiDputera
Sometimes,i'm speechless .
masarju Post at 26-7-2011 23:25 http://mforum.cari.com.my/images/common/back.gif
i hope to find him someday and this feeling doesn`t stops ever ...:L
guyz, any more poems
Tashu Post at 23-7-2011 17:08 http://mforum.cari.com.my/images/common/back.gif
only short poem....:lol:
Reply 64# iDputera
i can't let out my feelin'..there's a 'wall' blockin' :L
Reply 63# Tashu
`Shoot for the moon BUT if u miss,u'll be among the stars`
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only short poem....
iDputera Post at 27-7-2011 23:26 http://mforum.cari.com.my/images/common/back.gif
it's ok:P
post it plz:loveliness:
ReplyTashu
`Shoot for the moon BUT if u miss,u'll be among the stars`
masarju Post at 30-7-2011 21:16 http://mforum.cari.com.my/images/common/back.gif
mas u r like a superstar to me....:$:P
Wings Of Hope
Her inner beauty went unnoticed,
she never mattered at all.
Little by little self worth diminished,
into her shell she'd crawl.
More she tried being herself and fly,
someone clipped her wings.
When we give up and have no hope,
song bird no longer sings.
Confidence must come deep within,
allows fledglings to soar high.
Wind beneath wings keep them steady,
as they learn how to fly.
Step by step, inch by inch reach higher,
to our fears never succumb..
The sky is the limitwith determination,
nothing we can not overcome.
Step out on the ledge, let go of the doubt,
be master of your own fate.
No crutches to hold you back anymore,
whole new world lies in wait.
-by Sandygram
ReplyiDputera
i can't let out my feelin'..there's a 'wall' blockin'
masarju Post at 30-7-2011 21:13 http://mforum.cari.com.my/images/common/back.gif
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dreaming about you and me
waking up and knowing till never be
you are always in my dreams
i dont know why
or what it means
my dreams are filled with thoughts of you ....:L
Reply 69# Tashu
Since when?:P
Reply 71# iDputera
don't always dream
esp day dreamin'
do ever had a sweet dream?
bad dream kills de nite:L
i wish to have a sweet dream 2nite
drifted away..far across de blue ocean.
u n me.
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Reply 70# Tashu
i wish i could fly like a bird
high up in de sky
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this tiny bird still can'tfly;P
ReplyiDputera
don't always dream
esp day dreamin'
do ever had a sweet dream?
bad dream kill ...
masarju Post at 30-7-2011 23:55 http://mforum.cari.com.my/images/common/back.gif
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a day without him is like a winter without rain
might be still winter but not the same
its just a season who is incomplete
without anything besides a hole inside so deep.....:L
`menanti kedatangannya...
All the World's a Stage
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and dinosorng in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
by William Shakespeare
At Day's End
Night calls the sun to rest,
day yearns for cool caress.
Eyes oversee the sunset,
wings in feathery dress.
Shadows mid quietude,
as evening sun goes down.
High atop bare branches,
overlook bustling town.
Scavengers and hunters,
sit aloft in the trees.
Last glimpse of sunlight,
silhouettes sway in breeze.
All watching and waiting ,
day's last moment in flight.
Back to safety of the nest,
till dawn and morning light.
by Sandygram
Passage Of Time
Passage of time creeps by slowly,
endless is the night.
Clock hands seem frozen in time,
dawn way out of sight.
Shadows dance to remind me,
as I long for yesterday.
My mind searching for a way out,
but tears blind the way.
Each passing moment takes me,
away from your goodbye.
Left here in solitude and sadness,
as time drifts slowly by.
Sound in the darkness is hollow,
heard, my heart breaking.
Silent tears roll upon my cheeks,
heard, my heart aching.
Wish the sun would hurry and rise,
chase shadows on the wall.
Passage of time creeps by slowly,
our memories I recall.
by Sandygram
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
by e e cummings
Seven's Sorrow
My words have fallen on deaf ears
for quite a long period of time
this silence, slowly entombs me
I fear I may lose my sense of sight
My heart is standing on crossroads
though the options are vaguely similar
all roads will later meet for sure
My heart is undecided on where to go
I don't mourn the absence of your presence
though it still horridly painful,
I'm mourning for my own death for
a part of myself has died along with your absence
I am a picture of scattered fragments
broken and untimely incomplete
in a slow process of piecing myself back
in an unending search for my soul
Time is a witness to my seven months of waiting
as it watches seven months lapse to seven years,
seven years lapse to seven lifetimes;
a forever not meant for blessings
My exhaustion seems to be a well of sorrow
liquid deep filled of hopeful wishes and dreams
glistening with gold coins and trinkets
never to be laid hands on ever again
I look up to the sky for silver clouds
and other signs of false hope
darkness is the feeling ofthis pain,
which could never paint a perfect picture
This is my price for taking chance
and acting upon faith
It's not a mistake I regret
though still I stand here, incomplete
I watch as tears drown my sadness,
my wait continues for another tomorrow.
by Matt S.