AdamYates's profile
AGE:
28
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: February 17
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: February 17
Hi im Adam, im into sports and music. I write when i feel i need to let things out and find it a very theraputic experience at times !
I never thought id share poetry with people but my friends found what i wrote and seemed to think it was quite good. I have my own views on this however ! But i agreed to share as its something that interests me.
I waffle quite a lot so ill leave you alone now !
My myspace is www.myspace.com/adamyates27 if your interested !! Hmmmm .. Ha Ha !
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Snow is so romantic It glistens in the dark Exciting everybody Warm feelings in the heart I need her touch to comfort Caress to keep us warm The frosty winter mornings In each others arms Walk across pebble beaches write our names into the sand stare into the sunset together hand in hand The lazy early mornings green grass still wet with dew hazy early evenings reflections of me and you now brown leaves have fallen darkness eats up the light warm fires start the evening with you clo...
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Flash, flash, flash Camera’s click all around You give it you all though you have no experience Flash, flash, flash As your scarf falls to the ground You give it your all though you’re losing your dignity Flash, flash, flash As you give a wry smile You give it your all and hope it is over soon Flash, flash, flash As your nakedness shows You give it your all but which way do you look Flash, flash, flash As the eyes burn your skin You give it your all, hiding your shame within Flash, flash, fla...
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Once a powerful nation now bleeding through your nose enforced upon starvation bitter enemies have grown swallowed by corruption then cried to set you free awaiting new destruction of the journey ahead of me slaughtered the rights of others to indulge upon yourself bought gifts for wives and lovers their hearts were left to melt what were your major motives i knew the crime would fail will we battle through this only time will tell
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The poet can't paint the picture the artist can't scribe the words politicians can't hide the truth the deaf dont know what is heard and we all hide behind metaphors the TV is where we learn our papers are only manufactured and our tears, are waterdrops of sewage, as we leak our feelings as we try to make ourselves heard yet we are only scorned for our mistakes and never praised for our regrets we take our moments glory and steal this chance of praise we set a fire to glow orange we burn a pa...
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Where did you run? All the nights I spent awake Where did you hide? All the nights I spent inside (of) myself running and wishing that you were alive hoping my visions of that perfect life hadn’t died Now (you’ve) Taken my freedom and left me with fear Outside is darkness and upstairs is (not) the (place) to (be) Mistakes that I made Have come back to haunt me Your words they fade Recorded message still taunts me (when I) play it over and over and over (and over) your sweet sounding voice pla...
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Quite a clever poem, using roses to relate as women. The choice of so many roses / women and how you had to pick one to care and cherish. You create an imagery, of walking through a garden full of roses at first and it isnt until later in the poem that i related the roses to women and then the pciture in my head changed and this is how it was clever as i was thinking one thing and then another and for me that made this a good poem cos it made me think quite a lot.
A very good poem in my opinion. Certainly described very well and left an image in my head of what the poem was about and i could certainly feel your emotions, passion and bliss coming through in the way you wrote this piece. Very good !!! :o)
Sorry ... too pretentious for me when all i want to read at the minute is dumb struck love struck poetry but you have the knack for an old english language that should have been forgotten when steve mclaren packed his bags. Poetry for the new. Forget about the old.
I really did enjoy this poem, the bit the 2 lines that got me were "Broken Hearts cannot be mended. Love cannot be destroyed." i think there is a lot of meaning behind that, well meaning i felt anyway, love cannot be destroyed, i truly believe if you love someone then there will always be love there for that person, you cant get rid of it... i think thats why i loved this bit of the poem. Trying to understand what the poem was about, i got this vision of someone passing away, struggles being ...
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