People express their innermost feelings in poems.



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I'm just empty !
I'm well -- but do feel sick
I'm loved -- but feel unloved
I'm free of pain -- but hurt all over
I'm called -- but will not answer
I'm full of words -- yet no words will come
I'm just EMPTY !

By: Evelyn M. Harberts
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A figure is walking down a lonely road.
Slowly he walks, as if he has the whole load of the world,
Now as he comes closer his appearance takes form
That of a snail.

Carrying his house and worldly possessions on his back.
His home changing every night
He knows many different places,
Some with the feeling of emptiness and others the joy of happiness.

His life is one big travelling tour.
Searching for a place he will make his home -
Or is he destined to go forth and wander?
Too restless to stop and change his life-style now.


From: Between The Lines
By: Joanne Van Den Eynden




Night and Day

During the day the light from the sun shadows us from the outside worlds that Appear only in the darkness of night, but as soon as the prisonous rays of the Daytime sky fall into the rocky west the freedom of the nighttime sky gives me the Power to leave the island called Earth and explore the vastness of space and never come home again, shun the day I will come home to the limits of Earth to visit my Family then at night be able to visit the limitlessness of the unending universe which Is the home I desire most where I can change the stars for myself and run free for All etirnity, the universe be my home that I desire to visit but can only visitin the Loneness of my dreams in the night and day


By: Marcus Franklin




"Thoughts about today"
(© 1997, Linda U Johansson)



"I Love You From Afar"


To meet someone online
Is strange in it's own way.
Learning about each other
A little more  each day.
The distance may seem a major obstacal
So many miles,300--500--1000, or even more.
They seperate us, an yet
We have reached past them.
To touch one another
With words--in thoughts--and feelings.
My heart, it skips a beat,
When here I see  your name in lights.
For then I know that you,
The one I have come to love, so far away,
Is near.
My fingers rush to say,
"Hello, I Love YOU.
For though the miles are many,
The feelings here are strong.
I may never kiss your lips, and yet,
I feel them on mine.
I may never hug you, and yet,
I feel your arms about me.
Yes, it is True.
For now I know.
I do love  you.
I love you from afar.

©SheilaGail Dec.01,2000



I hope you can read swedish.

Sorg - en dikt om brandkatastrofen

Så många döda
Så mycket sorg
Hur kunde det hända
i trygghetens borg?

-

Så unga,
så oskyldiga.
Våra fester
är visst dödliga.

-

Vad kan vi göra
för att hjälpa till?
Våra krafter,
de räcker inte till.

-

Det är för sent
Det finns inget att göra
Bara att lyssna,
vara idel öra.

-

Det är synd om föräldrar
Synd om vänner.
Vi kan inte förstå
hur ni känner.

-

Vi kan inte skratta,
Vi kan bara beklaga
Såren i era hjärtan,
går de nånsin att laga?

(Jezzi B)



Koninginnenacht 1996

Deze nacht, deze speciale nacht.
ik hou van de herinnering eraan.
Ik deelde deze nacht met jou.
in deze nacht kon ik de wereld aan,
wij samen konden de wereld een lesje leren,
samen waren we sterk.

als we soms van elkaar verwijderd zijn
worden we vijanden, lijkt het wel.
teruggeworpen op onszelf, het missen,
boos om alleen te zijn.
verwijt, verwachtingen, teleurstelling:
Gevoelens die we uiten,
verkeerd begrepen soms.

lange gesprekken, helende woorden.
vele nachten deelden we zo, samen.
Maar deze nacht had iets speciaals.
Ik wilde dansen, drinken, gek doen,
de nacht doorhalen,
met jou kon ik het aan.
Dronken van verliefdheid.

Ik ben alleen,
onze foto kijkt me aan.
De foto, het bewijs van onze nacht.
Die avond waren we minnaars,
die nacht waren we beesten.

Ik hou van die avond, die nacht.
Ik hou van de herinnering eraan.
Ik deelde die avond, die nacht.
Ik deel die herinnering met jou.
(JH)

Thanks Jessica !



Losse gedachte

Ik ben een pragmatisch romanticus.
Ik koester en verwoord mijn dromen,
maar verwacht niet,
dat ze snel uit zullen komen.
(BJH)



"To know yourself is the first step to accept yourself,
so learn to live with all your wrongs and all your failures."
(wfh)



Links

Some more from myself ...
Gedichten en Gedachten
Poems by Joanne
Swedish poems by Jessica
Poems by Linda U Johansson



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