poetry....lang ulit

Angels Poem

Angels surround us no matter where you go
Angels are around us don't you know
Angels will be strong for you
Angels will belong to you
Angels will survive for you and protect you
no matter what you do
Angels will be there in time of need
and angels will never leave as long as you believe.

Angels are the guardians of hope and wonder,
The Keepers of magic and dreams.
Angels watch over you wherever you go,
Keeping each day perfect
and promising a bright new tomorrow.

The motto of all angels is
"It is a wonderful life."

Wherever there is love,
An angel is flying by.

Angels help you carry the ball,
carry a tune, carry your weight
and carry on!

Your guardian angel knows you inside
and out and loves you just the way you are.

Angels keep the world safe for hummingbirds
and butterflies and rainbows in spring.
Angels keep it simple and always travel light
Angels love whispering secrets
and whistling in the dark
Whenever you hear music,
an angel is speaking to you.

Remember to leave space in your relationships
so the angels have room to play
Your guardian angel helps you
find a place when you feel there is no place to go.

Keep a spare angel in your pocket
Angels carry high-beam lights
to help you through the darkest hours
Whenever you feel lonely,
a special angel drops in for tea.

Every time you hear a bell,
another angel has earned its wings
Angels are with you every step of the way
and help you soar with amazing grace.
After all, we are angels in training
We are always "angels on call" for a friend
All we have to do is spread our wings and fly...

I never cease to be amazed
By wonders God has planned...
The rising sun, the morning dew...
It's the work of a Master's hand.

Such perfect system of control;
Every month, in sweet array,
Some different kinds of flowers bloom...
God planned it all that way.

For in the early days of Spring,
The bright forsythias grow,
And then in June sweet roses come,
In Autumn pumpkins glow.

And when cold weather comes our way,
I glance up at the sky
And see formation of the birds
As to the south they fly.

It's just a fool who could deny
This power through our land.
I am amazed, but realize
It's the work of a Master's hand.

THE ROSE

The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.

There's sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.

When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.


Hope

We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
Now the world becomes old, now again it is young,
But "The better" 's forever the word on the tongue.

At the threshold of life hope leads us in--
Hope plays round the mirthful boy;
Though the best of its charms may with youth begin,
Yet for age it reserves its toy.

LOVE Poem

your love is blooming inside of me,
taking away the cold
a fire you've set in my heart
my love for you is gold

our souls are held together
by a chain of promising cares
a duo never separated
its my life I choose to share

hand in hand, eye to eye
kissing in dim light
arms around one another
neither putting up a fight

God has brought us two together
its just plainly meant to be
His plan is in quick motion
as we both now know and see

quiet whispers in my ear
making my still heart pound
silence all around us
your sweet voice, the only sound

these words are spoken with my heart
no lies, the meaning's true
always and forever hon
you're mine and I love you


Beautiful Poem

The beauty of a person
isn't in the clothes he wears,
The figure that he carries,
or the way he combs his hair.

The beauty of a person
must be seen from in his eyes;
Because that's the doorway to his heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a person
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a person,
is reflected by his soul.

It's the caring that he cares to give,
the passion that he shows;
And the beauty of a person
with passing years only grows.

what makes a person worth loving?

what makes a
person worth
loving?

its when your
both sleeping in
a cold night,

you turn around,
seeing him in his
most innocent
state,

you kissed him
gently, making
sure he will not
wake up..

you turn your
back and a smile
lit up your face..

and then you felt
an arm hugging
ur waist, a warm
breath on the
back of your
neck, hearing him
say..."






i love you so much.."

halo halong poems

Song

by Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

CROSSING THE BAR

by Lord Alfred Tennyson


Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,


But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Sonnet XVIII

by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

A PSALM OF LIFE

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.


Because I Could Not Stop For Death


Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground— Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—


-Emily Dickinson

Puedo Escribir (Tonight I Can Write)
By Pablo Neruda
(Translated by W.S. Merwin)


Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

10 Things I Hate About You


I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.

I hate it...
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call,
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close;
Not even a little bit;
Not even at all.

and I LOVE U so

And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I've lived 'til now
I tell them I don't know

I guess they understand
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand

And yes I know, how lonely life can be
The shadows follow me
And the night won't set me free
But I don't let the evening get me down
Now that you're around me

And you love me too
Your thoughts are just for me
You set my spirit free
I'm happy that you do

The book of life is brief
And once a page is read
All but life is dead
That is my belief

And yes I know, how lonely life can be
The shadows follow me
And the night won't set me free
But I don't let the evening get me down
Now that you're around me

And I Love You So - Richard Poon