My Words
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Originally posted by MoonIce:
If only we can hear you sing this song.
[b]Time to let go
How I think of you
Do you truly care
For I know
My heart for is all you want from me
As time go by
I realize that we grew apart
Moment by moment, day by day
And itÂ’s then I know
What you truly feel for me
And I finally make up my mind to make a clean break with you
C:
OÂ… leÂ…
How I cry
Not for you
But for myself
For how long it took for me
To know you
Whol-ly
Whose mistake was it
Was it me or you
I wouldnÂ’t know
But I do wonder sometimes
As I sat thinking of the times
We spent together
But itsÂ’ time to let go
And so I relive every moment
We spent together for the last time
C:
OÂ… leÂ…
How I cry
Not for you
But for myself
For how long it took for me
To part with you
Whol-ly
And now is the time to part
To start anew
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Originally posted by MoonIce:
When we see clouds, we don't just see clouds, instead we may think about our life, of someone, etc.
Was looking out of the huge windows in class when this come to mind yah
[b]Evening Blue
The sun had set
Yet it is not yet darkness
Instead it is blue gradually darkening
And growing dimmer and dimmer
The stars are out too
Who say they shine only when all is dark
In the dim blue sky
the stars glow struggling to give off lights
Which are dear to us
Out there in the darkening sky
the moon shone brilliantly like a pearl
All too fast, the sky changed
From blue to dark blue
And from dark blue to darkness
Still the moon and starts lighten up the sky
So it is not total darkness
To have seen the blueness turn to dark
Is a wondrous way of Mother Nature showing us one of her many beauty and face
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For example, after my grandparents passed away, whenever I see clouds, I see their faces and I think about where they are now, are they happy, etc.
I really like Nature poem. The stars in your poem remind me of us, ordinary citizens of this country. We may be 'struggling to give off lights', but these lights 'are dear to us'.
It is also very descriptive, although I am not there, but I can easily imagine what you've seen.
Good work! -
wahaha...Originally posted by DeadPoet:If only we can hear you sing this song.
sure no pro look for me someday and bring a copy and i sing right there provided not many people lah but shy shy of myself leh
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thankx thankx hmm once i look at cloud and try to imagine shape very funny resultsOriginally posted by DeadPoet:When we see clouds, we don't just see clouds, instead we may think about our life, of someone, etc.
For example, after my grandparents passed away, whenever I see clouds, I see their faces and I think about where they are now, are they happy, etc.
I really like Nature poem. The stars in your poem remind me of us, ordinary citizens of this country. We may be 'struggling to give off lights', but these lights 'are dear to us'.
It is also very descriptive, although I am not there, but I can easily imagine what you've seen.
Good work!
yup struggling in this harsh world
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Yup. It is also a good way to relax. Sometimes you can see oceans, trees, figures, etc. quite fun actually.Originally posted by MoonIce:thankx thankx hmm once i look at cloud and try to imagine shape very funny results
yup struggling in this harsh world -
can imagine story somemoreOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Yup. It is also a good way to relax. Sometimes you can see oceans, trees, figures, etc. quite fun actually. -
For example?Originally posted by MoonIce:can imagine story somemore -
I wonder where is MoonIce?
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lolx missing me?Originally posted by DeadPoet:I wonder where is MoonIce?
was busy with projects deadline den exams den cope with being sick sia ll be posting soon... -
oic. Hope to see u soon.Originally posted by MoonIce:lolx missing me?
was busy with projects deadline den exams den cope with being sick sia ll be posting soon... -
Title: Unknown yet...
Though I have never met you
I have heard you
As I listen to you
I smile in anticipation
Thru your words
I try to understand you
C:
Ever since I heard you
I never stop thinking of you
I dream of you
Of who you are
You are always on my mind
Causing me to turn red when I think of you
Thru you
I finally knew what I yearn for
How I have long for it
Day by day as I listen to you
Patiently waiting for your voice
Once more
How I dreamt of you
How much I want to see you
Is all this suppose to beÂ…
I cannot help but wonder
C:
Ever since I heard you
I never stop thinking of you
I dream of you
Of who you are
You are always on my mind
Causing me to turn red when I think of you -
Will Time Ever Stop
From this day I see
A land fully pack-ed
Streaming full of tiny moving dots
Appearing and disappearing
Without stopping
It seems that time will never stop or rest
The sun will still rise and sets
With the clouds ever passing by
And so does the moon rise and sets
With the star twinkling away
C:
Faraway
The chime of a bell is heard
Jingling all over the land
When man hears it
He shall be enlightened
And may his soul be pure
And his mind be free of thoughts
And his hearts be free of worry
Ever moving around
Sometimes we never stop to look at you or me
Like a doe
We shy away from things we would not know
And from things we are afraid of finding out the truth
C:
Faraway
The chime of a bell is heard
Jingling all over the land
When man hears it
He shall be enlightened
And may his soul be pure
And his mind be free of thoughts
And his hearts be free of worry -
how remiss not to reply soon!!!Originally posted by DeadPoet:For example?
ah well once i was looking at the cloud at night almost clear sky but have yah full moon...
look at cloud and gone into a trance liao got sounds of ocean somemore den i imagine this cloud is a couple on the way to the moon on a life journey
along the way got obstacles and help like the star for help obstacles like the shadow of the night but the moon forever shine for them yah
Romantic yah den story end when they reach the moon safely
super short story i saying here when it is longer but so lon story i just summarise sia...
another time i was bored in the noon den my grandfather house kitchen window is big and the sky so big there i stand there for like 5-10mins to see cluds flowing here and there den suddenly turn dark wau liew spoilt my mood sia -
If only we can fly ...... that will be nice.
I really love it when there is an opening in the clouds and the light sort of shine through it...... amazing. -
ya very niceOriginally posted by DeadPoet:If only we can fly ...... that will be nice.
I really love it when there is an opening in the clouds and the light sort of shine through it...... amazing.
if we can fly i wanna have angel wings
The opening of the cloud
With the ray of the sun shining thru
Would we have the fortune to ever enjoy just this moment of bliss
I wonder would it just like what it is to be
Or would it be ... -
The Crossroad of life
As I come walking down
Along the path of life
Its just like I am crossing a road
When it turn red
I stop and think of the past
From the saddest moment to the happiest moment of my life
And then it turn green
Its then I move on to another stage of life
Finally I come to a crossroad
On the left it lead to the past
Which I had passed thru before
The present straight on
But I choose the right which leads to the future
Here I see myself looking neither sad nor happy
Instead I looked lost
But I had never regret my choice
For there are no present without future
I looked forward unrelenting -
Very well written.
When I read the first three stanzas, it gives me the feeling as if I am walking along with the author, taking small steps at a time, i.e. walk, pause, walk, pause, walk, pause. I really like this feeling a lot.
Then at the fourth and finally stanza, the author was forced to make a decision, should she turn to the left, go straight, or to the right?
This poem reminds me of another poem ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost (1874 – 1963). Luckier than you, he only have to make two choices. -
wat choices?Originally posted by DeadPoet:Very well written.
When I read the first three stanzas, it gives me the feeling as if I am walking along with the author, taking small steps at a time, i.e. walk, pause, walk, pause, walk, pause. I really like this feeling a lot.
Then at the fourth and finally stanza, the author was forced to make a decision, should she turn to the left, go straight, or to the right?
This poem reminds me of another poem ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost (1874 – 1963). Luckier than you, he only have to make two choices. -
In mermory of my late nights
I Shall Be
Here I am
Awake with contentment yet dreaming away
Am I in dreamland
Where am I
Here I am
With my hands moving through my mind
Am I alive
Where am I
Here I am
Ruffling the furry surface
Am I Dead
Where am I
Here I am
Nearly Blinded I am
Am I dead yet
Where am I
Here I am
Still alive am I
Am I dreaming
Where am I
Here I shall be
Dreaming I shall be
Alive I shall be
Dead I shall be
Dead yet I shall be
Alive and dreaming I shall be
There I shall be
Be content I shall be -
I was referring to this poem.Originally posted by MoonIce:wat choices?
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. -
Originally posted by MoonIce:
Look at the time you posted this poem.
In mermory of my late nights
[b]I Shall Be
Here I am
Awake with contentment yet dreaming away
Am I in dreamland
Where am I
Here I am
With my hands moving through my mind
Am I alive
Where am I
Here I am
Ruffling the furry surface
Am I Dead
Where am I
Here I am
Nearly Blinded I am
Am I dead yet
Where am I
Here I am
Still alive am I
Am I dreaming
Where am I
Here I shall be
Dreaming I shall be
Alive I shall be
Dead I shall be
Dead yet I shall be
Alive and dreaming I shall be
There I shall be
Be content I shall be
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Now become early morning. -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
indeed so lucky haiz wat to do life is not so easy
I was referring to this poem.
[b]THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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noticed i got say i mermory of late night lehOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Look at the time you posted this poem.
Now become early morning.
lolx early morn den write mah the night b4 den thot of this one leh -
Christmas
Here I wish, a long list of gifts I want
Right here I sat, writing to Santa Claus
Icy snowflakes falling outside
Sitting by the fire, I feel the christmas spirit around
Tinkles of bells rings sweetly n joyfully to welcome
Mistletoes on the ceiling, where lovers kiss for happiness
A crowd of people gathering to exchange gifts
Smiles can be seen, laughter heard and joys for the day...
ah not my best words... -
Hello MoonIce, think you can post this poem here also?Originally posted by MoonIce:Christmas
Here I wish, a long list of gifts I want
Right here I sat, writing to Santa Claus
Icy snowflakes falling outside
Sitting by the fire, I feel the christmas spirit around
Tinkles of bells rings sweetly n joyfully to welcome
Mistletoes on the ceiling, where lovers kiss for happiness
A crowd of people gathering to exchange gifts
Smiles can be seen, laughter heard and joys for the day...
ah not my best words...
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