We must learn to laugh it’s a way to a better laughter….
Learn to cry to ease the pain that keep in side….
Learn to hurt so that we must learn the real meaning of love and to be loved….
Promises is always a promise….
To say sorry must always be in our heart….
Inspite of everything ….
We must learn to stand, when we fall down….
And in the end,….
We are the one will choose the pathways of our life….
Learn to love….
Learn to respect….
Learn to care….

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

I have a million question to be asked….
Hanging in my mind….
Full of expection that you will answer it me…why?
But you were so silent and remain so sad….
You put your hand in my hand and you hold them so tight….
You cling your head in my shoulder…..
Still no words into your mind….
Tears flows in to your eyes…
Still wondering ….why….?
Your silent is like a killer that you put it in my mind….
What i have done, that i hurt you so much….?
I can never leave you my dear….
On the tip of a million question hanging in my mind….why…?

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

Pain kills me softly….
Blood ozing so gently….
I even shed tears…
And there is a fears in me….
But i don’t have to be worry….
Becose your there to comfort…
You hold my hand, and i hold yours tight….
Everytime you hear me mowing in pain….
There is a smile in you’re face that i cant imagine and wondering ….why?
It’s done….
It’s finish the pain….
The work of love is made….?
Tattoo is on my skin….
It was a mirage….
A tattoo’s that we both had in our skin…
One heart…..one mind….one body….

This poem was written/submitted by mirage @mahusay aken11308.

Today as the news from Selma and Saigon
poisons the air like fallout,
I come again to see
the serene, great picture that I love.

Here space and time exist in light
the eye like the eye of faith believes.
The seen, the known
dissolve in iridescence, become
illusive flesh of light
that was not, was, forever is.

O light beheld as through refracting tears.
Here is the aura of that world
each of us has lost.
Here is the shadow of its joy.

This poem was written/submitted by Robert Hayden.

Move on….?
Great words to say….
But its hard to do so….
I know my capacity….
I know my mentallity….
I know i have short comings….
I may not be perfect….
I have a heart to love and say sorry and admit my mistakes if theirs any….?
Move on….? Yes….The best way….
Accept me or not….
Throw me or not….
Your still in my heart and in my mind….
Coz your been a part of me….Moving on….?
Yes….Everyday i move on…
And every move on we makes us grow in our life…..

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

Here i am again setiing on my lofty chair….
Thinking what kind of poems should i write next….
I was thinking for a love poem that can melt a womens heart….
That can give a romance to anyone can read….
My mind is full of expectation, that inspiration should i have to give…
I must have to start now writing a poems, so everybody can read….
How can i start a poem if i my self dont have a love story to begin with….
Maybe i should have to to think it over, so i could write a poem that i really need….
I may now rest my mind….
For a poem to begin with…
What a non sense poem…^-^.

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

Nobody knows this little Rose –
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it –
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey –
On its breast to lie –
Only a Bird will wonder –
Only a Breeze will sigh –
Ah Little Rose — how easy
For such as thee to die!

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

If there is righteousness in the heart,
there will be beauty in the character.

If there is beauty in the character,
there will be harmony in the home.

If there is harmony in the home,
there will be order in the nation.

If there is order in the nation,
there will be peace in the world….

Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass
of serpents torpidly astir
burned into the mirroring shield–
a scathing image dire
as hated truth the mind accepts at last
and festers on.
I struck. The shield flashed bare.

Yet even as I lifted up the head
and started from that place
of gazing silences and terrored stone,
I thirsted to destroy.
None could have passed me then–
no garland-bearing girl, no priest
or staring boy–and lived.

This poem was written/submitted by Robert Hayden.

If you think you are beaten you are,
If you think you dare not you don’t,
If you’d like to win but think you can’t its almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose,your lost;
For out in the world we find success,
begins with a person’s will its all in the state of mind.
Lifes battles don’t always go to the strongest or fastest hand,
but sooner or later the person who wins is the person who thinks I CAN