How was your first time?

Ari, I remember this poem too and it was so funny. I still love it. Thanks for the trip down poetry lane ;)

good choice

now also paste mine

thanx

OH MY LOVING GOD!

Intellectual are my generations'beings,

Greatest curse on present day progeny,

officious,malicious and mercenary,

Cruel,lascivious,a class of humanity.

This planet they call, a global village

Pray have some sense of privilege,

And upon the pedestal of man's remains

Pray do not make indellible domains,

Of time and space,yet to traverse.

Make not this planet an aliens'retreat,

A symbol of monumental defeat.

Our vision should not blind us,

Our ego should not devour us,

And leave our remains on a river bed,

But make for us a heavenly pedestal, instead.

just remember

rememember that, me is, a girl in me;

we cannot make up our mind,

as hormones play havoc,

when we'r in the bind.

we have to still show,love to u we owe,

or else u wont know,how our hearts' glow,

when we'r out and the world is ours,

its then our better half to u,

we can show dear,and do,

believe u me.

mylove, my dear,at that blueish phase,endure.

my hand is still there,my touch is yours,

your smiles are my loving possesion,

your presence is my very passion.

4 ever,4 me a heart throb 4 all years,

i live with yee,remember this will thee.

Title: Precious Time

Priceless Treasure

I am on the edge of the threshold ,with desire

Where can we alone in this wilderness meet,

As the air perfumes fill my nostrils with love,

As if holding your hands in my dreams,

A one time fantasy, a breath from younder

I pick you up, up in the air,

No one ever thought that such would happen,

Untill ur hands felt my hands,

Desire spilled from my very being,

Nothing remained but my moisty hands,

As I smelt my palms, ur face came up,

From nowhere,as a spring of emotion rose

At once I saw u in front of my eyes emerging,

As if from no where,as u know

It was then that Irealised it was u,Dear ROS

I AM

Since I am the cynosure of your eyes,

I am what for many a one cries I am your hearts' throb,

Your very very and very own breath ,

Your very blood and sweat,

Your true and very much your vision,

I am what you want me to be ,

A river,a stone a monument,

Or a lover at sea.

I am what I am as you already know

What else you want from me ?

For I am what I am,as far as you

And god, my love can see.

Hope now you will my sole,'heart'

Love, realy and truly love me.

our apple tree

long long ago my friend did u know ,

the only tree that the we inherited was ,

an apple tree, as it did then as it does now ,

depict fruitfullness and human seeds ,

that grow from generation to generation,

and that message did the lord give,

to humanity, and today

we are the products of that hidden secret ,

we call,u know what ever it be.

sitting beneath the apple tree,

einstein saw the worlds most secret vision,

a falling apple to the ground and later

scientifically,

he created his theory of relativity.

as he enjoyed the sweetness of the breeze ,

sitting under the apple tree,

he created a science which today is knowledge,

all just sitting below an apple tree.

Unsound Mind

do it just as u wanna do

thats fair,

hold the knife and turn him aroud,

thats what u should do,

imperfect folks who accept imperfection

only r perfect but alas,

Just doing what I must do

like one means an affair,

do what u do but do it right,

also take a second chance opinion,

do not rust but only trust,

urself in all situations

that only should be ur intention.

hope it helps u.

JUST REMEMBER ME

rememember that, me is, a girl in me;

we cannot make up our mind,

as hormones play havoc,

when we'r in the bind.

we have to still show,love to u we owe,

or else u wont know,how our hearts' glow,

when we'r out and the world is ours,

its then our better half to u,

we can show dear,and do,

believe u me.

mylove, my dear,at that blueish phase,endure.

my hand is still there,my touch is yours,

your smiles are my loving possesion,

your presence is my very passion.

4 ever,4 me a heart throb 4 all years,

i live with yee,remember this will yee.

Cool

It certainly shows where some peoples minds are at at times.

Oh, this poem is funny :o)

So who's Gorge? Is s/he still around?

milking a cow... i think you should change that line slightly lol

My first time sucked like hell. lol

Its good.

you got talent.

but yeah...:S

read mine?

that is good =]