Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Saturday, September 3, 2011
THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND
THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND
Thank you for believing in me
when I found it difficult
to believe in myself...
for saying what I've needed to hear sometimes,
instead of what I've wanted to hear...
for siding with me...
and for giving me another side to consider.
Thank you for opening yourself up to me...
for trusting me with your thoughts
and disappointments and dreams...
for knowing you can depend on me
and for asking my help when you've needed it.
Thank you for putting so much
thought and care and imagination into our friendship...
for sharing so many nice times
and making so many special memories with me.
Thank you for always being honest with me
being kind to me...being there for me.
Thank you for being
a friend to me
in so many meaningful ways.
when I found it difficult
to believe in myself...
for saying what I've needed to hear sometimes,
instead of what I've wanted to hear...
for siding with me...
and for giving me another side to consider.
Thank you for opening yourself up to me...
for trusting me with your thoughts
and disappointments and dreams...
for knowing you can depend on me
and for asking my help when you've needed it.
Thank you for putting so much
thought and care and imagination into our friendship...
for sharing so many nice times
and making so many special memories with me.
Thank you for always being honest with me
being kind to me...being there for me.
Thank you for being
a friend to me
in so many meaningful ways.
For the Friends
Hello friends
Read this one slowly....
Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine...
We were much younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men..
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name..
"Tomorrow" I say, "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows..
Around the corner! - yet miles away,
Here's a telegram sir-"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end..
Around the corner, a vanished friend..
If you love someone, tell them...
Remember always to say what you mean..
Never be afraid to express yourself..
Take this opportunity to tell someone
what they mean to you..
Seize the day and have no regrets..
Most importantly, stay close to your
friends and family, for they have helped
make you the person that you are today
and are what it's all about anyway..
TRY TO FIND SOME TIME IN YOUR LIFE FOR FRIENDS
Bye
Pass this along to your friends.
The difference between
expressing love and having regrets
is that the regrets may stay around
forever..
Life Is To Enjoy
Poem to a Girlfriend
Don't forward it until u've read it all - The Brat
The more I think of you, the more I
Love you; I cannot see how any one could
Hate you. You have always been to me an
honest, faithful friend, and I hope my love is not an
Object of contempt. It is true that Once I said
I would never marry, but that was before
I loved you. That assertion you know was
uttered in a bragging manner, in fact not but
a lie, and I do not know why I made it. If I
could even pluck up enough courage to
offer you my hand I know very well you
would be surprised and I doubt if you
would accept it. I do not think I would
listen to a refusal from your lips and
thus make my whole life miserable. To die
without ever expressing my love for you
would be preferable to that. If you write to me
I shall be happy, but if you do not
I shall be miserable and gloomy, your letters
are a source of pleasure and a failure to get them
always make me feel like committing suicide.
NOW READ THIS POEM AGAIN...
BUT ONLY THE ODD NUMBERED LINES
The more I think of you, the more I
Love you; I cannot see how any one could
Hate you. You have always been to me an
honest, faithful friend, and I hope my love is not an
Object of contempt. It is true that Once I said
I would never marry, but that was before
I loved you. That assertion you know was
uttered in a bragging manner, in fact not but
a lie, and I do not know why I made it. If I
could even pluck up enough courage to
offer you my hand I know very well you
would be surprised and I doubt if you
would accept it. I do not think I would
listen to a refusal from your lips and
thus make my whole life miserable. To die
without ever expressing my love for you
would be preferable to that. If you write to me
I shall be happy, but if you do not
I shall be miserable and gloomy, your letters
are a source of pleasure and a failure to get them
always make me feel like committing suicide.
NOW READ THIS POEM AGAIN...
BUT ONLY THE ODD NUMBERED LINES
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Red Roses Poetry
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine", like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang,
and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.
Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again.
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door
just waiting for you to open it.
This is Forever Friendship
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This is the sacred RED ROSE. You MUST pass this rose on
to at least 5 people within the hour of receiving this rose.
After you do, make a wish. If you have passed it on, your wish will
come
true and love will come your way shortly. If not your life will stay
the
same as it has always been. (No Threats) just be nice & pass it
on... >>
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine", like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang,
and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.
Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again.
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door
just waiting for you to open it.
This is Forever Friendship
_----- _
// __ \\--,
,\ //@))\ || /
\\ \ // \//
\\__\||___/
\\ -,
,__'\\' /' \
\ \\/
\
' --_||__---'
\\
'||
||'
||'
\\
This is the sacred RED ROSE. You MUST pass this rose on
to at least 5 people within the hour of receiving this rose.
After you do, make a wish. If you have passed it on, your wish will
come
true and love will come your way shortly. If not your life will stay
the
same as it has always been. (No Threats) just be nice & pass it
on... >>
The Saddest Poem
by Pablo Neruda - 1924
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Very Sweet Poems
Please send my friend an angel
Send her one of mine
A loving and caring one
The best that you can find.
Please send my friend an angel
And trust her with its care
Someone or something for her to love
And to always be there.
Please send my friend an angel
One to help fill her days
With hope, love and laughter
And the warmth of sunshine rays.
Please send my friend an angel
You know she gave me one of mine
Please send her down an angel
A true friend is hard to find
Send her one of mine
A loving and caring one
The best that you can find.
Please send my friend an angel
And trust her with its care
Someone or something for her to love
And to always be there.
Please send my friend an angel
One to help fill her days
With hope, love and laughter
And the warmth of sunshine rays.
Please send my friend an angel
You know she gave me one of mine
Please send her down an angel
A true friend is hard to find
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sweet Poems
A Joyful heart is good medicine"
It heals the body when its down and lifts the spirit from within.
It will bring a smile to others.
As you journey on your way, pass the cup of kindness,
love someone today.
It takes only one small candle to show you the way.
It takes just a kind word to help someone today.
Reach out to others, show that you care .
For like a burning candle ~ It may not always be there.
It heals the body when its down and lifts the spirit from within.
It will bring a smile to others.
As you journey on your way, pass the cup of kindness,
love someone today.
It takes only one small candle to show you the way.
It takes just a kind word to help someone today.
Reach out to others, show that you care .
For like a burning candle ~ It may not always be there.
Aisi Apni Wife Ho.........
friends,
> >stop.....smile a while b4 start running in the race of life.....
> >
> > >AISI APNI WIFE HO !!!
> >
> > >5 feet 6 jiski height ho,
> > >Jeans jiski tight ho,
> > >Chehra jiska bright ho,
> > >Umar 18 se 22 ho,
> > >Aisi apni wife ho�
> >
> > >Sadak par sab kahe �kya cute ho� !!!
> > >Bhid mey sab kahe �side ho, side ho� !!!
> > >Bombai, Delhi ya Ahmedabad ki paidaish ho,
> > >Saas ki seva jiski khwaish ho,
> > >Aisi apni wife ho�
> >
> > >Padosi jab baat kare, haath mey knife ho,
> > >Dinner time pe candle light ho,
> > >Hum mey tum mey kabhi na fight ho,
> > >Milaney ke baad dil delight ho,
> > >Yeh kavita padhne ke baad log kahen,
> > >�Chikney, tum hi right ho !!!�,
> > >Aisi apni wife ho�
> >
> > >Kaash yeh concept 0.0001 percent bhi right ho,
> > >Agar apni aisi wife ho,
> > >To kya haseen life ho,
> > >Har kisi ki yahi farmaish ho,
> > >Kudrat ki bhi yahi aajmaish ho,
> > >Khudah ke software mein bhi kabhi bug ki gunjaish ho,
> > >Aye kaash, kahin to ek aisi paidaish ho !!!!
> >
***********READ THIS CAREFULLY**************
A letter from a software professional to his heartthrob Baby,
I�ve seen you yesterday while surfing on a local rain platform & realized that you
are the only site I was browsing for. For a long time, I�ve been lonely, trying to
find a bug in my life & you can be a real
debugger for me now.
My life is just an uncompiled program without you which never produces an
executable code & hence is useless. Your smile is so delightful which
encourages me & gives me power equal to thousands of mainframes processing
power.
When you looked at me last evening, I felt like all my program modules are
running smoothly & giving expected results./*Which I never experienced before
*/.
With this letter, I just want to convey you that if we linked together, I�ll
provide you all objects & libraries necessary for human beings to live an error
free life. Also don�t bother about firewalls which may be created by our parents
as I�ve strong hacking capabilities by which I�ll ultimately break their security
passwords & make them agree for our marriage.
I anticipate that nobody is already logged in to your database so that my
connect script will fail. And it�s all certain that if this happened to me,
I�ll crash
my system beyond recovery
kindly interprete this letter properly & grant me all privileges of your server.
Only yours
software programmer
***********************************************************
>A collegian was deeply in love with a pretty girl�
>But he did not have the courage to talk to her in person so he decided
to go alone & with the help of a dictionary, he wrote a letter of proposal
to her. He wrote�
Most worthy of your estimations after a long consideration & much
meditation, I�ve strong indication to become your relation. As to my
education qualification, it is no exaggeration or fabrication that I�ve
passed my matriculation examination ; no doubt without any hesitation &
very little preparation. What do you say to solemnization of our marriage
celebration civilization according to the glorification of modern
civilization & with a view to the expansion of the population of present
generation. On your approbation of the application, I shall make
preparation to improve my situation, and if such obligation is worth of any
consideration it will be our argumentation of the joy & exaltation of our
joint dissimilation.
Thanking you in anticipation & with devotion,
To remain victim of your fascination.
**********SHE WROTE BACK :
> > >Dear Mr.victim of my fascination,
> > >Congratulations for your lengthy narration of course full of affection
>aimed at an affiliation for a combination which on examination, I find is a
>fine presentation of your ambition. You have passed your matriculation with
>little preparation, what about my graduation after a long botheration ? So
>improve situations in education & make an application by acquisition of
>post graduation & minimum qualification for the convocation & before taking
>your photo for circulation & before taking your photo for circulation
>undergo beautification. Further strict observation of the following
>condition is the regulation for the determination of our relation.
> > >
(1) Consultation of my parents before approaching my connection.
> > >(2) Communication of your confirmation that you are not a victim of any
>other fascinations.
> > >(3) Procreation must not be your recreation
> > >
> > >In anticipation of a solid action instead of continuation of paper
>conversation.
> > >
> > >I remain,
> > >Unaffected by your affections.
> >
> >
SO FRINEDS KAISI RAHI I WILL FREQUENTLY SEND U THIS
FUNNY LINES OK THEN BYE......
> >stop.....smile a while b4 start running in the race of life.....
> >
> > >AISI APNI WIFE HO !!!
> >
> > >5 feet 6 jiski height ho,
> > >Jeans jiski tight ho,
> > >Chehra jiska bright ho,
> > >Umar 18 se 22 ho,
> > >Aisi apni wife ho�
> >
> > >Sadak par sab kahe �kya cute ho� !!!
> > >Bhid mey sab kahe �side ho, side ho� !!!
> > >Bombai, Delhi ya Ahmedabad ki paidaish ho,
> > >Saas ki seva jiski khwaish ho,
> > >Aisi apni wife ho�
> >
> > >Padosi jab baat kare, haath mey knife ho,
> > >Dinner time pe candle light ho,
> > >Hum mey tum mey kabhi na fight ho,
> > >Milaney ke baad dil delight ho,
> > >Yeh kavita padhne ke baad log kahen,
> > >�Chikney, tum hi right ho !!!�,
> > >Aisi apni wife ho�
> >
> > >Kaash yeh concept 0.0001 percent bhi right ho,
> > >Agar apni aisi wife ho,
> > >To kya haseen life ho,
> > >Har kisi ki yahi farmaish ho,
> > >Kudrat ki bhi yahi aajmaish ho,
> > >Khudah ke software mein bhi kabhi bug ki gunjaish ho,
> > >Aye kaash, kahin to ek aisi paidaish ho !!!!
> >
***********READ THIS CAREFULLY**************
A letter from a software professional to his heartthrob Baby,
I�ve seen you yesterday while surfing on a local rain platform & realized that you
are the only site I was browsing for. For a long time, I�ve been lonely, trying to
find a bug in my life & you can be a real
debugger for me now.
My life is just an uncompiled program without you which never produces an
executable code & hence is useless. Your smile is so delightful which
encourages me & gives me power equal to thousands of mainframes processing
power.
When you looked at me last evening, I felt like all my program modules are
running smoothly & giving expected results./*Which I never experienced before
*/.
With this letter, I just want to convey you that if we linked together, I�ll
provide you all objects & libraries necessary for human beings to live an error
free life. Also don�t bother about firewalls which may be created by our parents
as I�ve strong hacking capabilities by which I�ll ultimately break their security
passwords & make them agree for our marriage.
I anticipate that nobody is already logged in to your database so that my
connect script will fail. And it�s all certain that if this happened to me,
I�ll crash
my system beyond recovery
kindly interprete this letter properly & grant me all privileges of your server.
Only yours
software programmer
***********************************************************
>A collegian was deeply in love with a pretty girl�
>But he did not have the courage to talk to her in person so he decided
to go alone & with the help of a dictionary, he wrote a letter of proposal
to her. He wrote�
Most worthy of your estimations after a long consideration & much
meditation, I�ve strong indication to become your relation. As to my
education qualification, it is no exaggeration or fabrication that I�ve
passed my matriculation examination ; no doubt without any hesitation &
very little preparation. What do you say to solemnization of our marriage
celebration civilization according to the glorification of modern
civilization & with a view to the expansion of the population of present
generation. On your approbation of the application, I shall make
preparation to improve my situation, and if such obligation is worth of any
consideration it will be our argumentation of the joy & exaltation of our
joint dissimilation.
Thanking you in anticipation & with devotion,
To remain victim of your fascination.
**********SHE WROTE BACK :
> > >Dear Mr.victim of my fascination,
> > >Congratulations for your lengthy narration of course full of affection
>aimed at an affiliation for a combination which on examination, I find is a
>fine presentation of your ambition. You have passed your matriculation with
>little preparation, what about my graduation after a long botheration ? So
>improve situations in education & make an application by acquisition of
>post graduation & minimum qualification for the convocation & before taking
>your photo for circulation & before taking your photo for circulation
>undergo beautification. Further strict observation of the following
>condition is the regulation for the determination of our relation.
> > >
(1) Consultation of my parents before approaching my connection.
> > >(2) Communication of your confirmation that you are not a victim of any
>other fascinations.
> > >(3) Procreation must not be your recreation
> > >
> > >In anticipation of a solid action instead of continuation of paper
>conversation.
> > >
> > >I remain,
> > >Unaffected by your affections.
> >
> >
SO FRINEDS KAISI RAHI I WILL FREQUENTLY SEND U THIS
FUNNY LINES OK THEN BYE......
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