English Sad Poetry Biography
Source(gogle.com.pk)You look so peaceful lying there
With your hands folded upon your chest.
You look like you are sleeping
But you are at eternal rest.
So Long For Now.
Not a hair out of place,
Your make-up nicely done,
A beautiful smile upon your lips -
For now you are with Absalom.
When someone special passes on
It does not mean they are gone,
Though they are no longer with us
Their memory still lives on.
It hurts so much to lose a friend -
Especially one that is trustworthy and kind.
Nan Legge, you were that special friend,
A rare and special find.
Nan Legge, you will always be with me
In spirit and in mind.
You will always have a special place in my heart
Forever until the end of time.
Read more: http://www.forumpakistan.com/sad-english-poems-t13960.html#ixzz2gUiMqPL4Friendship is a priceless gift, It cannot be bought or sold; But its value is far greater, Than a mountain made of Gold. For gold is cold and lifeless, It can neither see nor hear; And in the time of trouble, It is powerless to cheer. It has no ears to listen, Nor heart to understand. It cannot bring you comfort, Or reach out a helping hand. So when you ask God for a gift, Be thankful if He sends… Not diamonds, pearls or riches, But the Love of Real True Friends. - See more at: http://www.sadpoetry.org/category/english-poetry/#sthash.yd0jIGao.dpuff This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny. So the story goes.
We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose. (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.
We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky. So the story goes.
We sip our red wine. Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem. For all our tomatoes
Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards. (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy. So the story goes.
We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente. So our story goes.
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