Poems

How do you know when you’re in love

is it the crazy things you do

is it the fact that my heart skips a beat

everytime that i think of you

Is it the fact that I can’t sleep at night

when your image is in my head

Or is it the fact that I can’t stop smiling

after every word that you’ve said

Is it the need to hold you in my arms

and keep you there forever

Or is it the fact that I wrote you a poem

and sent it to you in a letter

Is it this awful feeling deep inside

whenever I have to take you home

Or is it just being here without you

that makes me feel so alone

Is is this hunger deep inside

that longs for your kiss

I am so happy that I’m in love

for there are so many things I would miss.

Hey there little thing
The phone is about to ring
Only one voice will be heard
And that’ll be your king

For once I was smart
Couldn’t fail my part
I got you a special gift
Not messing with your heart

A movie just came out
I have no idea what it’s about
Maybe we should check tonight
Since the idea is not in doubt

I sound like a Backstreet boy
Good thing I’m full of joy
You were found in bed last night
With a professor named Roy

Now explain yourself!

Mom, no!
You can’t do this!
I can’t let Teddy go!

He’s always been in my room,
And now you think ‘it’ takes up too much space?
In that case,
I don’t want to grow up.

My toy cars went to little brother
Little sister took my dolls
It’s been so long since I’ve lost
The liberty to scribble on walls

Mom, don’t remind me again
I know I’ve turned sixteen
But you must understand I’ve not ‘grown up’
I feel like a baby-teen
I have developed a liking
For little dresses and clutch bags
And for everything girle, pink and cute
But I haven’t lost my love for Teddy
And you say it doesn’t suit!

I want hair straighteners, nose rings,
And the Lakme LipShine Gloss
But I want to also go to the fair
And for the helicopter ride
And I don’t want to give up candy floss
I want that balloon that flies up in the air
Or at least the heart shaped one
I want to be a super cool teen
And a sensible young girl
But not at the cost of kiddish crazy fun!

Mom, I’m a little girl,
And that’s how I like to be
Please Mom, please
Don’t send Teddy…

Kisses blown are kisses wasted…..
A kiss isn’t a kiss unless it’s tasted…..
Kisses spread germs and germs are hated….
So Kiss me baby I’m vacinnated!

This poem was submitted by Nancy Brar.

What is love ? Is it a feeling or emotion.
No it is more it is a feel of security.
One that will last forever.
For some love is earned,
but for others it’s just comes natural.
Love is something that if given time
and a little hope can last the ages.
Love is something that you feel for a person.
Just this person must be the one.
I believe that if given time every
one can find thier one.
I know I have.