Angel's Peotry Corner

[gevo27]

Down By The Sea

The pulsing sound

of moving sea;

The ocean surf-

tranquility!

An ocean breeze-

With sunset's glaze;

Seaoats in view-

and ocean waves!

An endless flow-

of sand and shells;

Ebbed back and forth-

by ocean swells!

The flight of gulls-

along the shore;

A fleeing sand crab-

in sand to bore!

The seashore is special-

a great place to be;

God's love abounds-

down by the sea!

 

Glen Claude

I like that ,, and Poe's also.. but this one was easier to read! lol.. keep em coming

[angel4hope]

The Longest Minute

Each minute on the clock has sixty seconds of time in space

One second is most precious to each in the human race.

A minute can be a lifetime extended by some needed care

Imagine that your are drowning and a lifeguard is nowhere.

 

Have you tried to hold your breath just for a short minute or less.

Did you notice how long it seemed even as you gave it your best?

Then think of what you could do with the time seemingly so short

A minute is too long to waste from a production of some sort.

 

To the coach that one long minute seems to come at the end of a game

That minute seems to last so long when winning and losing aren't the same.

We start each day with a minute and take it all so light.

But it is sad to lose any minute and think that it is all right.

 

Each minute with sixty seconds in it is a lifetime of opportunities and hope

It can a future destroy for a youngster by a fleeting experience with dope.

So think of how you spend each minute as it is passing by

Your very life depends on how you use it is the dominate reason why.

The longest minute of the day does not always come at the end.

It is the one you miss using and has gone fleeting in the wind.

By grace you may live a long life and success could be yours too

But the longest minute of it all will be when the evening tide fall on you.

 

 

dr. elbert p. green

[angel4hope]

Bizarre

You walk on your feet

I walk on my head

and lots of times

I walk on my lip

(you know that is where

I knit my words for you)

but frankly

as much as I want to be discreet

Man

it's none of your business

that I wear my sandals on my lips.

You have corners

I merely have a circumference

and to be fair to every one

damn it

Man I have never wanted to be square.

 

Arshavir mackertichian-- poetry.com

[joseph parikian]

ՅՈՒՐԻ ՍԱՀԱԿՅԱՆ

 

 

ՆՈՐԻՑ ՈՏՔԻ, ՆՈՐԻՑ ԱՌԱՋ

 

Բացվող օրվա, բացվող լույսի, բացվող հույսի թևով

Պոկվում ենք մենք տանջող նիրհից ամբողջ մի կյանք տևող:

Ճգնում ենք մենք շտկվել կրկին, շտկել շարքերը հոծ

Ու տեր կանգնել Դավթի նման լլկված երկրին հայոց

 

Սատար լինենք մեր սուրբ հողին,

Սատար մեր վեհ գործին,

Որ մեր հողից

Չար թշնամին

Պոկել մեզ չփորձի...

 

Նորից ոտքի, նորից առաջ, նորից հանուն Հայքի,

Հանուն հայոց միասնության, հանուն հայոց կամքի:

Հայեր,հայեր, նման պահեր, կամքի նման պոռթկում

Հազիվ թե կյանքը առջևում ընծայի մեր հոգուն:

 

Սատար լինենք մեր սուրբ հողին,

Սատար մեր վեհ գործին....

 

Քանի տասնյակ, քանի հարյուր, քանի, քանի դարեր,

Կանչում են մեզ հայոց մեծ տան մեծերը հանճարեղ:

Հիմա արդեն հանուն միակ ու Մայր Հայաստանի

Թող մեր նախնյաց արծիվ հոգին մեզ միշտ առաջ տանի:

 

Սատար լինենք մեր սուրբ հողին,

Սատար մեր վեհ գործին....

 

Լրացուցիչ տեղեկություններ

 

 

Աղբյուր՝ Yuri Sahakyan's official web site

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Edited February 18, 2004 by joseph parikian

[gevo27]

Bizarre

You walk on your feet

I walk on my head

and lots of times

I walk on my lip

(you know that is where

I knit my words for you)

but frankly

as much as I want to be discreet

Man

it's none of your business

that I wear my sandals on my lips.

You have corners

I merely have a circumference

and to be fair to every one

damn it

Man I have never wanted to be square.

 

Arshavir mackertichian-- poetry.com

ok im sorry i just had to say this.. LOL.. i think this was dumb!..

 

I know i know, if u dont have something nice to say dont say it at all.. but i just had too

[allarmeniangirl]

lately i've been reading som old poetry and i am so into it

 

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

- John Donne

 

 

This poem is quite ironic.....don't u think?

[Anonymouse]

Everything is a thing

and a thought of an infinite God

with nature his prose

and man his poetry.

[allarmeniangirl]

Everything is a thing

and a thought of an infinite God

with nature his prose

and man his poetry.

u just reminded me of another poem(sonnet)

 

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you

As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;

That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend

Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

I, like an usurped town, to another due,

Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end.

Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,

But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.

Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,

But am betrothed unto your enemy:

Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,

Take me to you, imprison me, for I,

Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

- John Donne..........again

[angel4hope]

I was researching on victorian love poems and came across a few id like to post...here's the first one...i think its erally cute...the imagry is great...

 

First Love

 

My long first year of perfect love,

My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,

I was a chubby boy.

 

I wore a crimson frock, white drawers,

A belt, a crown was on it;

She wore some angel's kind of dress

And such a tiny bonnet,

 

Old-fashioned, but the soft brown hair Would never keep its place;

A little maid with violet eyes,

And sunshine in her face.

 

O my child-queen, in those lost days

How sweet was daily living!

How humble and how proud I grew,

How rich by merely giving!

 

She went to school, the parlour-maid

Slow stepping to her trot;

That parlour-maid, ah, did she feel

How lofty was her lot!

Across the road I saw her lift

My Queen, and with a sigh

I envied Raleigh; my new coat

Was hung a peg too high.

 

A hoard of never-given gifts

I cherished, priceless pelf;

'Twas two whole days ere I devoured

That peppermint myself.

 

In Church I only prayed for her

'O God bless Lucy Hill;'

Child, may His angels keep their arms

Ever around you still.

 

But when the hymn came round, with heart

That feared some heart's surprising

Its secret sweet, I climbed the seat

'Mid rustling and uprising;

 

And there against her mother's arm

The sleeping child was leaning,

While far away the hymn went on,

The music and the meaning.

 

Oh I loved with more of pain

Since then, with more of passion,

Loved with the aching in my love

After our grown-up fashion;

 

Yet could I almost be content

To lose here at your feet

A year or two, you murmuring elm,

To dream a dream so sweet.

 

Edward Dowden

Edited February 21, 2004 by angel4hope

[angel4hope]

here's another one...if you guys dont mind

 

Leves Amores

 

Your kisses, and the way you curl

Delicious and distracting girl,

Into one's arms and round about Inextricably in and out

Twining luxuriously, as twine

The clasping tangles of the vine;

So loving to be loved, so gay

And greedy for our holiday;

Strong to embrace and long to kiss

And strenuous for the sharper bliss,

A little tossing sea of sighs,

Till the slow calm seal up your eyes.

And then how prettily you sleep!

You nestle close and let me keep

My straying fingers in the nest

Of your warm comfortable breast;

And as I dream, lying awake,

Of sleep well wasted for your sake,

I feel the very pulse and heat

Of your young life-blood beat, and beat

With mine; and you are mine, my sweet!

 

Arthur Symons

[angel4hope]

He Remembers Forgotten Beauty

 

When my arms wrap you round I press

My heart upon the loveliness

That has long faded from the world;

The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled

In shadowy pools, when armies fled;

The love-tales wrought with silken thread

By dreaming ladies upon cloth

That has made fat the murderous moth;

The roses that of old times were

Woven by ladies in their hair,

The dew-cold lilies ladies bore

Through many a sacred corridor

Where such grey clouds of incense rose

That only God's eyes did not close:

For that pale breast and lingering hand

Came from a more dream-heavy land,

A more dream-heavy hour than this;

And when you sigh from kiss to kiss

I hear white Beauty sighing, too,

For hours when all must fade like dew,

But flame on flame, and deep on deep,

Throne over throne where in half sleep,

Their swords upon their iron knees,

Brood her high lonely mysteries.

 

W B. Yeats

[angel4hope]

okay...im taking a great big risk here...heres an excerpt of a poem that i wrote a while ago...

 

Can it be love?

There's something in your smile

In those untainted eyes

I sit and stare for a while And hope that they are not lies.

I've hurt too much before

And wore my heart on my sleeve,

But now my soul screams "nevermore"

And my heart just won't believe.....M.B.

 

and then it goes on for another couple of pages....

Edited February 21, 2004 by angel4hope

[allarmeniangirl]

what big risk angel? that was really good what's the title? To Love Again?

 

aahh, u got me feeling all..........lovey with those love poems. Lovey, is that a word? hehe

[angel4hope]

its titled "can it be love?" oops i c y u didnt c the title...i forgot to put a space between the title and the first line...yah the rest is so long that im 2tired to type out...

oh and the big risk being that i dont want people to plaigerize and use my poem as their own...but oh well i know i wrote it thats all that matters...im in the process of publishing this one too

[allarmeniangirl]

Oooooh, kewl. Published poetry is the safe poetry

 

Raining Tears

 

Raining while she sits there in a corner crying

The tissue box she has for tears she's wiping

Black eyes from her mascara that is running

The hard rain makes her windows very wet

 

Her face against the window by her side

Makes the rain flow better as she cried

Eyes becoming blurry from her tears, losing sight

Thinking that her life is already set

 

Questioning life about its' purpose

Silly subject for a girl during this time if yr to notice

Summertime evenings are so warm but she feels hopeless

Calling out her only friend whom she never met

 

Becoming very cold from tears she cried this evening

Reaches to the right and opens the window with a hurtful feeling

Wiping the tear from her eyes to her nose as it was sliding

The rain continues to pour, she didn't stop crying yet

 

Reaching out her hand into the warmth of that summer day

Looking down and notices the asphalt so dry and gray

The rain countinues to pour down her windows

This young girl reaches back for the tissues

 

I hope you guys don't take this poem and claim as your own because this is my original work. And if you do....well......you will be busted because this poem is going to be published or already has been published actually. So on those who were thinking about taking this poem

Edited February 21, 2004 by allarmeniangirl

[angel4hope]

<_< Edited February 22, 2004 by angel4hope

[angel4hope]

okay seems like my poem was a bit weird for you guys....anyway lets continue posting poems from actual authors... not amateurs like myself.. Edited February 21, 2004 by angel4hope

[allarmeniangirl]

here's just a cute poem...(i do not know the name of the person who wrote it)

 

Secret Admirer

 

So these words are for you

Every single solitary line

Crafted with love and care

Red like the very best wine

Every word has been carefully chosen

The message is initially in disguise

A boy I know certainly has one

Destiny before your very own eyes

Most girls think that you’re cute

I think you’re more than that to me

Really kind and caring

Eventually, we R meant to be

 

hope you read the first letters down from each sentence(with the exception of the last letter)

ah, two more lines and it'd be a sonnet.

Edited February 21, 2004 by allarmeniangirl

[gevo27]

: in the morning i thaught of you,

and that thaught stayed with me,

cheered me,

encouraged me,

gave me hope,

gave me joy,

and gave me yet another day,

of wondering who you really are

and when i will ever meet you,

the queen of my dreams....

 

written by: yours truly

[Hye_Acher]

: in the morning i thaught of you,

and that thaught stayed with me,

cheered me,

encouraged me,

gave me hope,

gave me joy,

and gave me yet another day,

of wondering who you really are

and when i will ever meet you,

the queen of my dreams....

 

written by: yours truly

Gevo am I that mysterious … I told you who I really am . No need for you to wonder

Good Day!!!

[gevo27]

So, When will i ever meet you?????

 

the poems told me to ask.... i promis..

[angel4hope]

Beautiful Poema

 

JUST ONE

By Author Unknown

(thanks to Jane for submitting)

One song can spark a moment,

One flower can wake the dream.

One tree can start a forest,

One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,

One handclasp lifts a soul.

One star can guide a ship at sea,

One word can frame the goal

One vote can change a nation,

One sunbeam lights a room

One candle wipes out darkness,

One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey.

One word must start each prayer.

One hope will raise our spirits,

One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,

One heart can know what's true,

 

One life can make a difference,

You see, it's up to you!

[angel4hope]

LOVE IS EVER .....

by John Mcleod...

copyright 1988

Love is ever where the heart will find it

No matter how unlikely seems the place,

Love will wrap each moment warm around it And wear a gentle smile upon its face,

Love, itself, is without limitations

For it alone will find its place of rest,

Thus, finding Love, reject all imitations

And smiling know how well your days are blessed.

[SALTnPEPA92]

When I Saw you boy for the very first time, letting you pass just had to be a crime, I try to walk over to you and say hi, but i felt very weird and i felt ver shy, it was the look in your eyes that turned me on the only thing i wanted was the number to your phone, so i can call you up and try to get to know who you really are and everything more, I wanna be girl, boy dont ask me why treat you with respect until the day i die, you will be my king for as long as im your queen i will be your angel and you will be my wings, everything you need ill give to you, everytime you need me ill be there for you...your the boy of my dreams so lets cuddle up and kick it in bed, rub me down with oil make me feel good do it slow and easy like no one else could. Dress me up in thousand dollar shoes......baby your love feels like a hand in a glove, baby it's time cuz its ARMENIAN LOVE (written by minor..lyrics changed)

[angel4hope]

ohh my thatsaa i have no words im just perplexed and blahhed...... i think this should be on some XXX rated armenian channel or soemthing...rubbing down with oli....???? love is like a hand in a glove??? does that have anything to do with that one joke Extra had about a glove? i hope not... lol....but that was just a weirdness....kept me laughing though