A KISS TO BUILD A DREAM ON
Author: Unknown

Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on.
...oOo...
Give me a kiss before you leave me,
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart.
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on.
...oOo...
When I'm alone with my fancies...I'll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they're true.
...oOo...
Give me your lips for just a moment,
And my imagination will make that moment live.
Give me what you alone can give,
A kiss to build a dream on.

A MOTHER'S PRAYER
Author: Unknown

Dear Lord, it

A THANKSGIVING POEM
Author: Robert Frost

God, we thank you for this food
For rest and home and all things good
For wind and rain and sun above
But most of all for those we love

AS TIME GOES BY
Author: UnKnown

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is still just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
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And when two lovers woo,
They still say: "I love you."
On that you can rely.
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.
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Moonlight and love songs - never out of date
Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate
Woman needs man - and man must have his mate
That no one can deny.
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It's still the same old story,
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

DEAR DADDY
Author: Unknown

In all the things I try to do,
I want to do them just like you.
I'm watching every move you make
And trying to take each step you take.
------!!!------
Although right now I'm sort of small,
When I'm with you I feel ten feet tall.
Like you, I want to be brave and smart,
'Cause I love you, Daddy with all my heart.
------!!!------
When I am older I'll be so glad
If I grow up to be
Just like Dad.

IF YOU FORGET ME
Author: Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

DON'T GO FAR OFF
Author: Pablo Neruda

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back Will you leave me here, dying

YOUR LAUGHTER
Author: Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

TONIGHT I CAN WRITE THE SADDEST LINES
Author: Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars 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, and 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 shattered 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 searches for her as though to go to her.
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. Like my kisses before.
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 shoulder 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.

TOWER OF LIGHT
Author: Pablo Neruda

O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife
of the Oceania wind, O separate rose
from the long stem of the trampled bush
that the depths, converted into archipelago,
O natural star, green diadem,
alone in your lonesome dynasty,
still unattainable, elusive, desolate
like one drop, like one grape, like the sea.

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
Author: Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream

DREAMS
Author: Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

AS I GREW OLDER
Author: Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
Langston Hughes
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MOTHER TO SON
Author: Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair

THE CITY
Author: Langston Hughes

In the morning the city
Spreads its wings
Making a song
In stone that sings.

In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
Above its head.

GOD
Author: Langston Hughes

I am God—
Without one friend,
Alone in my purity
World without end.
Below me young lovers
Tread the sweet ground—
But I am God—
I cannot come down.
Spring!
Life is love!
Love is life only!
Better to be human
Than God—and lonely.

TO CERTAIN
Author: Langston Hughes

You sicken me with lies,
With truthful lies.
And with your pious faces.
And your wide, out-stretched,
mock-welcome, Christian hands.
While underneath
Is dirt and ugliness,
And rotting hearts,
And wild hyenas howling
In you soul's wasteland.

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Author: Robert Frost

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.

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Author: Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

UNHARVESTED
Author: Robert Frost

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A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stall,
There sure enough was an apple tree
That had eased itself of its summer load,
And of all but its trivial foliage free,
Now breathed as light as a lady's fan.
For there had been an apple fall
As complete as the apple had given man.
The ground was one circle of solid red.

May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.
Robert Frost

THE OBJECTION TO BEING STEPPED ON
Author: Robert Frost

At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn't to blame
But I called it a name.
And I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like a malice prepense.
You may call me a fool,
But was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool
And what do we see
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon.

STILL I RISE
Author: Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you
Why are you beset with gloom
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

O MISTRESS MINE, WHERE ARE YOU ROAMING
Author: William Shakespeare

O mistress mine, where are you roaming
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

O NEVER SAY THAT I WAS FALSE OF HEART
Author: William Shakespeare

O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify:
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie;

That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.

Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good:

For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all.

DO NOT LOVE ME YET
Author: NICHOLAS GORDON



Do not love me yet, for I Am still a slender moon, A scimitar about the heart Too sharp to touch too soon.

Before I’m touched I need to grow More full in golden light; I need to smile upon my earth And rule some patch of night.

I need to know what roads and fields Lie in my domain And dull my brand new ecstasies With sophomoric pain.

I need the love of some blank boy As cold and dark as me, That we might grope in ignorance And fear of what might be.

And then, when I’m a silver bowl And know what I can hold, Then, then, perhaps, we could try love If you are not too old.
LOVE

EVERYTHING I’VE DONE, I’VE DONE
Author: NICHOLAS GORDON

Everything I’ve done, I’ve done Only for your love. Everything I am, I am In hopes your heart will move.

I know that you love someone else, But while you’re away, I’ll love you just as though our love Would last till you are grey.

Till you and I are grey, my love, And all our days are done, I’ll love you just as I do now; Your heart’s my only home.
LOVE

HOW DID I LOSE YOUR BABY BLUE EYES
Author: NICHOLAS GORDON

How did I lose your baby blue eyes And the smile that lit up my sky What did I say that sent you away Can somebody tell me why

Sometimes we move away from the flow And find ourselves lost and alone. What turn did I miss after some kiss That told me what I should have known

How did you get so far from my heart Without my becoming aware What did you see deep inside me That I never knew was there

We drive in the darkness down strange empty roads Into sudden and unforeseen pain. We think that we choose, but after we lose, We see that we’ve done it again.

I AM AFRAID TO LOVE, AND YET I LOVE YOU
Author: NICHOLAS GORDON

I am afraid to love, and yet I love you. My fear is like a wall I walk right through. The wall is there, and yet it doesn’t stop me. I need it still, and yet I still need you.

I know someday we will be in a field Surrounded by the blessing of the sky. I’ll dance with all the freedom of pure joy, Needing you without a reason why.

But now I’m still afraid that I might lose you, That you might not accept my desperate need. You make me laugh and cry and be complete. You are the flower, I the slender reed.

I DIDN’T GET A CHANCE TO SAY I LOVE YOU
Author: NICHOLAS GORDON

I didn’t get a chance to say I love you. You were gone before we got that far. All I know is now I really need you, Yet when I look for you, you aren’t there.

You said once that you never would forget me, Yet how am I to know without you here Such emptiness! Like what I feel within me: Neither flesh nor tears, just cold thin air.

Sometimes, alone, I feel your arms around me, And all my need for you spills out in pain. Jagged memories of you surround me. I cannot think I won’t see you again.

I KNOW I MUST HAVE HURT YOU, CAUSED YOU PAIN
Author: NICHOLAS GORDON

I know I must have hurt you, caused you pain. More, I know that I have lost your trust. I wish I had that moment back again To pulverize my carelessness and lust. Sometimes we have to lose what we most cherish To understand how much we are in need. We play with life until we nearly perish To dare the darkness, though within we bleed. I need you as the sun must have a rose To turn its empty radiance to glory, Or as a nation needs someone who knows The secrets of its long-forgotten story. I know my need of you more than before; Thus for my trespass, you may trust me more.

IT’S AMAZING HOW I FEEL WHEN I’M AROUND YOU
Author: NICHOLAS GORDON

It’s amazing how I feel when I’m around you, How my heart pounds when you come into a room. I look at you and think My God! How lovely! And everything I burst into bloom.

I feel as though you must, you must be mine, Not as a possession but a goal, Something almost unimaginable: The free devotion of another soul.

As though I were about to enter heaven Or just within the hour condemned to die, My mind with one fierce thought keeps running over, With you, and only you, the reason why.

I FEEL I’VE KNOWN YOU
Author: Frederick Douglas Harper

Sometimes I feel I’ve been in another world; Sometimes I feel I know there’s a world beyond; Sometimes I feel I’ve stood in this space with you; This space and moment of today in our first Meeting of eyes— Without a word, I knew I knew you as I had before; I knew I wanted you as I did before; I knew I wanted you and had to have you As much as I fought my feelings for you, And you—yours for me. So come quietly to me in peace and Burning Desire, and let me receive you around me as one; I’ve waited long across lifetimes for your face In the parade of many— Come let us savour the souls of our many lives Before, and fulfil the destiny of our Long-lasting desires; Come to our dining to feast first upon the spirit Of each other’s energy; Face your face to mine in sweet teasing of Dessert’s patient waiting; Rush not the sacred sensuality of our prolonged Romance asleep; Come, come, come my love.