My amor is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the mais I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed por her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much mais in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What mais miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fogo with wonderful device
Such is the power of amor in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the mais I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed por her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much mais in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What mais miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fogo with wonderful device
Such is the power of amor in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
This poems (not written por me) are dedicared to my best friends who I missed very badly.
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was forever.
when I was in danger
you knew how to ease my fear,
you were always there to be my savior.
at first we were strangers,
until we became closer,
and now we are together.
but time flows like a river.
it became complicated and faster,
until we realized that we're older.
and that is what is keeping us apart,
I was here,
and you were there.
but I know we still care,
but our friendship slowly fades in the air,
how can it be so unfair?.
can "our past" be also called "our future?"
because I don't want to surrender
the memories we've shared together.
Source: Used To Be Close Friends, Apart, Missing You Poem about friends link
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was forever.
when I was in danger
you knew how to ease my fear,
you were always there to be my savior.
at first we were strangers,
until we became closer,
and now we are together.
but time flows like a river.
it became complicated and faster,
until we realized that we're older.
and that is what is keeping us apart,
I was here,
and you were there.
but I know we still care,
but our friendship slowly fades in the air,
how can it be so unfair?.
can "our past" be also called "our future?"
because I don't want to surrender
the memories we've shared together.
Source: Used To Be Close Friends, Apart, Missing You Poem about friends link
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
Lust blooms on our bodies
Wrath rages on our hands
Vanity overpowers our beauty
Gluttony feeds our devouring mouth
Envy controls our needs
Sloth makes our eternal soul the need to do nothing
The deadly sins come to corrupt one's soul
And be spreaded like a disease on one's life
Hell's 7 Princes will unleash their sins on you
Asmodeus's libido is unable to bre stopped
Beelzebub's never ending gluttony devous all in his way
Leviathan's amargo, amarga envy looms over himself
Satan's fierce wrath unleashes the flames of hell
Mammon's greedy needs brings all the riches to him
Lucifer's vanity lingers over the vain
Belphegor's laziness is all around to stop our hard working selves
Lucifer,Superbia,Peacock
Satan,Ira,Lion
Belphegor,Acedia,Snail
Mammon,Avaritia,Toad
Leviathan,Invidia,Snake
Asmodeus,Luxuria,Goat
Beelzebub,Gula,Pig
My book denunciar is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.
I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.
I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.
I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.
I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.
It's either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.
I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.
I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.
I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.
I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.
It's either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.
I have my oriental flower
My white makeup on
At last, I forgotten to take a shower
cantar to the song PONPONPON
I'm a geisha girl
With my blush on right
A geisha girl
Is one who roams at night
My reflection stares straight back at me
Who is that little girl that I see
She may appear happy
But with that cold steel blade through her heart
Nothing but a dab a sympathy
Here and there
I flap my fan
The dragon's antro, den decorating my story
It is still unfitted however
For an ancient girl with a descending line of love
But unlike me
They have sad endings
I'm a geisha girl
Who is unlike the others
I will never ever bother
I'm a geisha girl
Who has the mark of red seas
I have heard that amor lives on
No one has never done
The unthinkable
I'm the distinct one
Imaginable care and dares
Geisha from the disturbed past
But like a graceful eagle
I still flap
Just a freeboard
Geisha girl
With that little girl
Staring back at me
My white makeup on
At last, I forgotten to take a shower
cantar to the song PONPONPON
I'm a geisha girl
With my blush on right
A geisha girl
Is one who roams at night
My reflection stares straight back at me
Who is that little girl that I see
She may appear happy
But with that cold steel blade through her heart
Nothing but a dab a sympathy
Here and there
I flap my fan
The dragon's antro, den decorating my story
It is still unfitted however
For an ancient girl with a descending line of love
But unlike me
They have sad endings
I'm a geisha girl
Who is unlike the others
I will never ever bother
I'm a geisha girl
Who has the mark of red seas
I have heard that amor lives on
No one has never done
The unthinkable
I'm the distinct one
Imaginable care and dares
Geisha from the disturbed past
But like a graceful eagle
I still flap
Just a freeboard
Geisha girl
With that little girl
Staring back at me