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Chris Moore

In Poems I Loved on March 14, 2008 at 1:59 pm

Love… What is love? Love is to love someone
for who they are, who they were, and who they will be.

~ Chris Moore ~

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In Poems I Loved on January 6, 2008 at 9:25 am
In time of test, family is best.
~Burmese Proverb

In Poems I Loved on January 6, 2008 at 9:22 am
“We should quietly hear both sides.”
 — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In Poems I Loved on January 6, 2008 at 9:18 am
Love asks me no questions,
And gives me endless support…

~ by William Shakespeare ~

In Love Quotes, Poems I Loved on January 6, 2008 at 9:17 am
She walks in beauty,
Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
~ by Byron ~

-Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

In Love Quotes, Poems I Loved on January 6, 2008 at 9:06 am
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

-Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence, A Love Song

In Love Quotes, Poems I Loved on January 6, 2008 at 9:05 am
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.

And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence, A Love Song

Arguments

In Poems I Loved on July 2, 2007 at 7:04 pm

Arguments

Why do I still linger
Over these problems, unresolved,
And why do still I revisit
All of these arguments, yet unsolved?

Why do I rewind them
To play back in my head,
And why do I unearth them,
These things, buried and dead?

Why do I try to fix
These things, which are still broken,
And why do I still try to recall
All of these words, long unspoken?

Why do I try to resolve
All of these differences that remain,
And why do I try to ease
All of this misunderstanding and its pain?

Why do I try to make them better,
These things that went wrong,
And why do I try to change the past,
Instead of moving along?

Why do I try to make some sense
From all of this confusion,
And is my hope just in vain,
Is it only just an illusion?