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I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too ..........
Poem About Does Love Exists, Illusion Of A Fantasy
By Ice Vixen
Where do I go, which way do I turn
searching for that love I so desperatly yearn
fading memories of a past I'd soon forget
isolated and alone waiting for the one not met.
Is he just ..........

Thinking Of You
I'm sitting here staring at the stars, thinking of you!
I feel so alone when you’re not around,
It feel's as if the walls are coming down.
I close my eyes, and you're here.
I see your ..........

Tears Of Love
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears from my heart I cry,
left out here alone to die.
Tears I cry from the soul,
wishing my heart ..........

Cop's Song
What I am, what I was, what I will be,
what will the next bloody thrill be?
A robber, a cop, a saint, or a whore,
what will I find when I open your door?
Where is the love that's never .........
Why Haven't I Found Love, What Is Love
By Ronita Lee
What Is Love ?
and why does love never find me
Instead Broken Hearts Surround Me
And once again the wrong man found me
Saying he wouldn't hurt me
but in the end he didn't deserve ..........

Where To Go For Help, Where Do I Go!
Where do I go?
When I'm feeling so lost and I don't want to be found.
When I'm looking and listening for that peace in my heart.
But I know I'll never hear that sound.
Where do I ..........

Gone, Forever
I miss the times when you were here
telling me to have no fear
To hold my head up high and strong
add happy notes to my sad song

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Lost Love Poems Biography

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Love, begins one of Robert Graves’ most striking and best-known poems, is a universal
migraine, / A bright stain on the vision / Blotting out reason. This realistic, some would say
cynical attitude towards the idea of romantic love might, at first glance, appear to be
somewhat at odds with our general expectations about the nature of conventional love
poetry. In fact, it makes us question whether we are reading conventional love poetry at all.
Yet Symptoms of love, which by its very title treats romantic love as a malady, is in many
ways typical of Graves’ characteristic approach to the love poem. The unflinching posture
adopted by the poet and the resigned tone we encounter in this poem show just how
unwilling Graves was to take love or, for that matter, love poetry at face value. When
reading the love poetry of Robert Graves we should expect to be surprised and entertained.
This is because he has a tendency to view the love poem as not merely a vehicle for
expressing unqualified praise for a ‘significant other’ but as a means of exploring a
phenomenon that most of us, at some time or other, have experienced. And it is in this area
of common experience that the love poem works. That is not to say that Graves’ love poems
are entirely subversive: on the contrary they also present a view of romantic love which
celebrates its unique qualities and its power to transform lives.
By the time Graves came to write Symptoms of Love he had survived the horrors of the
Great War although officially reported as dying of wounds) and, like many others of his
generation continued to carry the scars of that experience into later life. He became bitterly
disillusioned with modern society and was constantly haunted by the memory of the suffering
he had witnessed as a captain in the British army. While Graves wrote a handful of poems in
direct response to his experience of trench warfare he is in no sense to be considered as a
war poet in the same way as his contemporaries Wilfred Owen and Seigfried Sassoon who
sought to change public opinion by their graphic representations of what was happening on
the Western Front. Yet any understanding of Graves’ subsequent career as a poet needs to
be rooted in an understanding of the impact this conflict had on him: the War is not a
subject for Graves’ mature poetry but its effects can be seen wherever we look. It is
important for us to acknowledge, for instance, that the symptoms of shell-shock such as
nightmares, paranoia, and hallucinations all recur in Graves’ poetry and provide him with
some of his most striking and memorable images. In early poems such as The Pier Glass
Graves presents the reader with images of haunting, exhaustion, fear, and loss of faith.
While others who had experienced the War sought for an answer in organised religion orconventional politics, Graves turned increasingly to poetry and the regenerative power of
romantic love as a solution for his own problems, seeing in them the beginnings of a healing
process which others might share. And, for all its posturing about love’s incapacity to change
anything except our Perception of life, Symptoms of Love ends with the resigned question:
Could you endure such grief / At any hand but hers? That is, love might not provide us with
the perfect answer - but with an answer we can at least live by.
‘I had, by the age of twenty-three’, writes Graves in his autobiography, Goodbye to All That,
‘been born, initiated into formal religion, travelled, learned to lie, loved unhappily, been
married, gone to the war, taken life, procreated my kind, rejected formal religion, won fame,
and been killed.’ Anyone wanting to understand Graves’ love poetry in relation to the context
of his biography is directed towards this candid, fast-moving and engaging account of his life
up to the age of thirty-five. It also contains one of the most harrowing and accurate
descriptions of the stark realities of trench warfare as experienced by Graves as a captain on
the Western Front. The other major approach is through Graves’ enduring interest in myth
and classical history - something which preoccupied him throughout his long and productive
life as a writer; and we should be careful not to allow ourselves as new readers of Graves to
be intimidated by the unfamiliarity of the subjects or their reputation for being difficult or dull.
They occupy a central place in Graves’ poetic imagination. His two famous novels about
Roman history, I Claudius and Claudius the God are both very readable, providing a
psychological insight into the period which makes them attractive to the modern reader;
while his splendid version of The Greek Myths is actively concerned with bringing its ancient
subject-matter vividly to life. However, as we have seen, Graves’ true calling was as a poet
and, as such he came to consider his other activities as being of secondary importance to this
central role.
For Graves, then, the love poem performs a special function: it reaffirms our faith in others
and offers a partial solution to the problems of living in a ravaged, ‘modern’ society in which
personal relationships are difficult to sustain. Graves was always careful - some would say
too careful - to cover his poetic tracks by not linking his love poems to specific individuals;
and in this we can trace something of his upbringing as an English Gentleman. This often
means that the love poems have a tendency to become generalised; that the poet appears to
be withholding from the reader some significant details which, if it were revealed, might serve
to ‘explain’ the poem. In many ways, however, this characteristic is what makes Graves’ love
poems so distinctive: he has an ability to transcend the particular circumstances of a
relationship and preserve its essential quality. Perhaps the most significant relationship of
Graves’ life as a writer was his association with the American poet Laura Riding and, while
this is not the place for a discussion of the circumstances which produced the love poems it is
important not to underestimate Riding’s influence on Graves and on his developing theory of
poetic inspiration. The best way to approach Graves as a love poet is to look fairly closely at
a handful of poems which demonstrate something of his range; and for this purpose we will
discuss three poems - Apple island, Counting the Beats, and The Face in the Mirror - all of
which are concerned with love but which also seek to extend the territory of the conventional
love poem.
In Apple Island two of Graves’ recurring themes are evident: his interest in myth and his
inherent idealism. Myth was important to Graves for several reasons, but as a poet it
connected him with past civilisations and also provided him with a series of shared images
which could be adapted and explored. The very title of Apple Island alerts the reader to the
importance of myth in the poem. The Welsh word for ‘apple’ is ‘afal’ (pronounced ‘aval’) and
is the source of Avalon - the magical island where King Arthur was taken to recover from his
mortal wound. The connections here between the wounding experience of the Great War
and the restorative potential of love are obvious.

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Good Love Poems Biography

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It is right
Boy you are on my mind
When I wake up in the morning
You're the first I think about
In my dreams
There we meet

I know we have to stop
This thing we have started
I know...
But I don't want to hear it
I have this never ending desire
A desire to hold you once again

Don't know what it's all about
It's got me totally confused

Whenever I look in your eyes
Baby I'm lost

Never thought it would come to this
Never thought I would miss you
Wanting you got me crazy
And now you're on my mind

You're walking miles
In this head of mine
Trying to figure this out
I try to understand the situation we're in
But every time I start
I lose my mind

Boy every time I think
About the thing we've done
Baby I wonder
When we'll see each other again

I know it's wrong
Oh yes boy it is

But baby is it right that I miss you now
Just for a while...

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Hamaray beech ka faasla tou chaar qadam tha. .
Sad Shayari

Hamaray beech ka faasla tou chaar qadam tha
Tae kiya to sadiyon ki musafat thi

Ujray to hum they is ishq mein
Chehray pe us k saray zamanay ki thakan thi

Muddat baad usey pareshan dekha hai
Aansuon mein doobi na janay kin soch’on mein magan thi

Tum to mujhy faramosh kar gaye they lekin
Tujhy faramosh karny mein ik sadi lagi thi

Aaj gali mein kah raha tha koi k
Wo chorr gai hai jisy ‘Gul’ ko inteha ki lagan thi. .

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English Love Poems Biography

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Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.

We?ve known each other since we?re nine or ten.

Together we climbed hills or trees.

Learned of love and ABC?s,

skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

Goodbye my friend, it?s hard to die,

when all the birds are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

Pretty girls are everywhere.

When you see them I?ll be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the hills that we climbed

were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,

I was the black sheep of the family.

You tried to teach me right from wrong.

Too much wine and too much song,

wonder how I get along.

Goodbye, Papa, it?s hard to die

when all the birds are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

Little children everywhere.

When you see them I?ll be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the wine and the song,

like the seasons, all have gone.

Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.

You gave me love and helped me find the sun.

And every time that I was down

you would always come around

and get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye, Michelle, it?s hard to die

when all the bird are singing in the sky,

Now that the spring is in the air.

With the flowers ev?rywhere.

I wish that we could both be there.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the stars we could reach

were just starfishs on the beach

FREEZING NIGHT

English Shayari

I was moving with a couple of thoughts

Straight to the market with steady trots

Hustle bustle of the market shaked my head

To bring a doll, that she loved the best

Or was it a hat, on which she protest

I was moving with a couple of thoughts

Straight to the market with steady trots

My wife asked for flowers with buds newborn

To look beautiful she wants herself to adorn

Oh ya ! i had to take medicine for my father

He must be waiting for me rather

I was moving and moving in a shimmering night

To fulfil my daughter?s plight

Further was waiting for me a mishap

There was a BLAST when i openend the flap

I was moving and moved so far

My friends and family now looks me in a star

My daughter still waiting holding my pic so tight

Still on the terrace on that freezing night?

Light and Dance

English Shayari

Light dancing through the window

wakes me up to another day?

to be passed in full consciousness

of the seconds the minutes the hours?

the day?sublime.

I learn helplessness, I lose productivity,

the consciousness of the ticking clock gulps me.

I forget what is timeless,

what is the color of the day;

the only things I produce

are digestive enzymes and semen.

Even the thoughts have turned into reminiscence.

I welcome the night.

The night that escapes the day

and put me to sleep, not beyond clockwork

as the hourly gongs pierce my skull,

the appreciation of the morning alarm

increases as the night draws close.

But the minutes and the seconds dance

in the production house of my dreams.

I travel in a train

sitting beside my pretty child,

my sweet one, I hold her hand

and come down innumerable steps.

In dreams we hold hands in the crowd.

We dance like fireflies

we dance till the last muscle burn out

and she falls down before me,

I?m still strong and young,

I carry her in my arms

to a place where we can fly.

But I must fly alone.

This poem starts the countdown

from 30, and I?ll be gone

leaving behind the hatred for the day

and submission into the night

my pretty child, my sweet one.

The hourly gongs sometimes startles

me in the morning I?m just awake

shaking dreams from my hair

writing the poem.

Grand Mother?s Hand

English Shayari

My Grandmother?s Hands they are very nice

The hands which spank my butt only twice

Those hands that are so simple

Those hands which made my tears trickle

Hands which are powerful and strong

Those hands which have taught me right from wrong

Hands like I hadn?t seen before

Hands which are not needed anymore

Her voice is all that now needs to be heard

Because I have come to trust Grandmother?s word!!!

DECEIVING LIFE

English Shayari

Driven by constant hope

We live each moment of our life

We are taught to dig out the scope

And never to let ourselves down with strife.

We believe it going to get better

We feel that fate can nvr be that cruel

But then at the end of the day?s clutter

We realise it was nothing but a cold, messy gruel

Like the generations before us

We were deceived

It was like a bus we never caught

Something denied after an ever-lasting wait

When u turn to the last page of likfe

You realise there was nothing miraculous in there

It was a long drama of misery

With intermissions of happiness?

-a dejected soul

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Friendship

English Shayari

Friendship burgeons out of nowhere

Right from the time we are born , we are daubed and caught unaware

As we grow, we live on to take friendship to higher levels

At the age of 3, we go by our friends? dresses and the colour of their towels

By class four,it more on the care and attention given

And not so much on the character, by which the choosing is driven

As we grow older, we check if our characters match

And also scan our likes and dislikes right from the scratch

But once we step into adolescence

It?s all new world of views and conceptions

When we were small we needed reassurance, ?You are my best buddy?

But now mere words are not required for a friendship this profound and sturdy

As days go by, silence means more than words

Tears are sweeter than smile , voice lovelier than the song of any bird

Then gradually you begin to take them for granted

You are hurt at the absence of a word, a gesture, u feel stranded

And suddenly when you had thought that they were going to be with you forever

They walk away into oblivion leaving you a shock and tremor

Before you could reveal what you feel

Everything comes to a halt and you are left to revisit those memories as in a reel

Friendship is as beautiful as a winter morning

And even when the snow melts, it still reveals more and leaves you yearning

But end is invariable for all

And those sweet moments will continue to augment in every rise and fall

WiThOuT Me!

English Shayari

I?ve dreamed many dreams that never came true,

If tomorrow starts without me,

And I?m not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes

All filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn?t cry

The way you did today,

While thinking of the many things,

We didn?t get to say.

I know how much you love me,

As much as I love you,

And each time that you think of me,

I know you?ll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me,

Please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name,

And took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready,

In heaven far above,

And that I?d have to leave behind

All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,

A tear fell from my eye

For all my life, I?d always thought,

I didn?t want to die.

I had so much to live for,

So much left yet to do,

It seemed almost impossible,

That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,

The good ones and the bad,

The thought of all the love we shared,

And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,

Just even for a while,

I?d say good-bye and kiss you

And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,

That this could never be,

For emptiness and memories,

Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,

I might miss come tomorrow,

I thought of you, and when I did,

My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven?s gates,

I felt so much at home.

When God looked down and smiled at me,

From His great golden throne,

He said, ?This is eternity,

And all I?ve promised you.?

Today your life on earth is past,

But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,

But today will always last,

And since each day?s the same way

There?s no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,

So trusting and so true.

Though there were times

You did some things

You knew you shouldn?t do.

But you have been forgiven

And now at last you?re free.

So won?t you come and take my hand

And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without

forgotten dream

English Shayari

the other day, while fencing my heart,

i chanced upon an impossible dream,

it rose, in beauty, on feet of hope

and embraced a teardrop out of me?

with hurried steps i rushed away,

to find my mask, my book of sense.

to invalidate my yesterday.

then turned to build my trusted fence.

there it lies unto this day,

un-nurtured, neglected, growing still,

i hoped it gone, wished it away,

but there it stays against my will.

i leave it at the gallows, pronounce it dead,

but come event of tender mind,

i look back and find it there.

only a few steps behind?

beguilingly tangible? agonizingly beautiful?

mercilessly invisible to all but me.

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