You know, if he loves you and really truly misses you than it probably doesn't matter what you say. Just keep writing, about anything. If you must use poetry, try and write it yourself. But if it were me as long as I knew you were thinking about me and still cared enought to write everyday that would be good for me.
Here's a simple one no answer: Last night I wrote a short letter And it went this way Dear baby I love you Just thinking of you Love always
Aw. Yup. I make sure something is in the mail for him so he doesn't forget I miss him and think about him non-stop. Being in love is so... nice. Nice? Heh, i'm so deep.
Try it with some stuff from either: Pablo Neruda or R.M. Rilke Sorry for not having any of them in english. Good luck.
Then there's always: All my life I pray for someone like you, And I thank God that I, that I finally found you. All my life I pray for someone like you, I hope that you feel the same way too. Yes, I pray that you do, love me too. Or: I've waited weeks for your call I've waited here by the phone But when the silence grew long I knew that something was wrong Right then I knew it babe How could you do it babe? How could you tear my poor heart in two? If you're a fan of Damon Wayans, I know you'll recognize that last one Pun.
In your next letter, tell him to go fishin'.... THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by W.B. Yeats (~from memory) I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head. I cut and peeled a hazelwand and hooked a berry to a thread. When white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream and caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, but something rustlled on the floor and someone called me by my name. It had become a glistening girl with apple blossoms in her hair who called me by name and ran and faded through the lightening air. Though I am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone and kiss her lips and take her hand and walk among long-dappled grass and pluck til time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the son. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| I had to memorize this poem in the Spring of 1978. I loved it the first time I read it and I love it still. It may not be the most appropriate poem for young love...
Try this: "You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars...while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI." Always works for me.
I need to go, so this is short. When I am a long way away from people, I like to hear about really mundane things. They seem more special. More special than being and broken bubbles and the space behind. More real than poet emoting. If it were me, and I loved you, I'd just want to hear about your day, the dog, things at work, what you wore that day, if your shoes were on sale, how you slept, what you had for lunch. I'd be crazy for minutia, just to try and put me back there, for a little while. Like the space left in the air after my girl's soap bubble floats, and pops; I'd try to put us both there.
pasox2 - great advice ima_drummer2k - you must be really hot for those lines to work Dallas - yeah, those are good ones. I chopped them up and added some of my own stuff from them for tonites letters. He's going to be gone till the begining of September so if you guys (and ladies) find anything before then please post it.
Here is one from a fellow BBS Poet...... I think that your service to our country is super. I just wish you were here....so you can do it in the pooper Baqui99
Try this from the poet, David Matthews: Crazy how it feels tonight Crazy how you make it all alright love You crush me with the things you do I do for you anything too Sitting smoking feeling high In this moment it feels so right Lovely lady I am at your feet God I want you so badly I wonder this Could tomorrow be So wondrous as you there sleeping Let's go drive 'till morning comes Watch the sunrise to fill our souls up Drink some wine 'till we get drunk It's crazy I'm thinking Just knowing that the world is round Here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down Is this real or am I dreaming Lovely lady Let me drink you please I won't spill a drop I promise you Lying under this spell you cast on me Each moment The more I love you Crush me Come on It's crazy I'm thinking Just knowing that the world is round Here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down Is it real or am I dreaming Lovely lady I will treat you sweetly Adore you I mean you crush me It's times like these When my faith I feel And I know how I love you Come on Lady It's crazy I'm thinking Just as long as you're around And here I'll be dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down To each other we'll be facing By love we'll beat back the pain we've found You know Crush by Dave Matthews Band Highschool sweethearts, as well, 16 years of it, this song grabs me every single time and reminds me of how lucky I am. Good luck. Even considering this Baqui99 is still one hilarious poet.
Okay the cheese factor needs to be turned down a couple of notches on this post. Either that or the Cuervo factor needs to be turned up.
So true! Uhh, I was thinking my wife might be checking out the board...and uhh, like acting grateful would perhaps end up being the best way for her to take me to Brownsville.
Why don't we do it in the road Why don't we do it in the road No one will be watching us Why don't we do it in the road. John Lennon
"in your house i long to be room by room patiently i'll wait for you there like a stone i'll wait for you there alone"
Access to her cove lovestruck was my mode Took a look dropped my textbook Jenifa...oh! Breakfast broke it fast she was in my English class Asked for notes rocked my boat Jenifa...oh! Jenny lost her favourite penny so I gave her a dollar She kissed me and I hollered! In a flash the schoolbell rang Jenny grabbed onto my hand Took me home and said "Trugoy just swing it swing it swing!" The Downstairs where we met, I'd brought records, she'd cassettes Lost a break, found her shake, Jenifa, oh Jenny Transcripts showed more than flirt, "I love daisies" read her shirt Grabbed my jeans, Jimmy screamed, Jenifa, oh Jenny Morals shaped like the floss, no-one could live their life for Pos Found her house, aroused my joust, Jenifa, oh Jenny Her clothes I did shuck, just like Dan I strictly stuck To the punt, she cried "Kick it!", Posdnous was in Jenny only thought about Jimmy, but asked was I a virgin Like some kid named Derwin? She said, "Let's try it in the bathroom", but the 'nous is way above sinks So to the kitchen she did Dan and came back wrapped in Saran Positions, muscles flexed, Dove was lost in a Ghana hex Passed her test, felt her teddy, Jenifa, oh Jenny Notions soothed the mood, Dove was lost in De La heaven Scream Plug 2, did the do, Jenifa, oh Jenny Jenny teased my homeboy Granny, in fact she teased so many She was known as a garden tool No more I dispatch, was it Jimmy had met his match? Or could it be the realisation all girls owned a Jenny? For normal health I have fought, a valuable lesson she hath taught Don't flaunt that the candy is good unless you came with plenty
