<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139939680728147172</id><updated>2011-10-01T17:59:29.631-07:00</updated><category term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>A Love Poem</title><subtitle type='html'>Poems of love, breaking up, missing you, wishing I was with you, passion, To my love, heartache, Heartbreak</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139939680728147172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367818241766810487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139939680728147172.post-1920307192117636962</id><published>2009-08-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:03:28.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found You</title><content type='html'>I found you last night&lt;br /&gt;You were warm&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your heart race&lt;br /&gt;When we embraced&lt;br /&gt;I could smell you&lt;br /&gt;The scent of a million flowers&lt;br /&gt;It was heaven’s scent&lt;br /&gt;We kissed&lt;br /&gt;The longest deepest kiss&lt;br /&gt;We held each other so close&lt;br /&gt;We became one&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies joined&lt;br /&gt;We made love&lt;br /&gt;In the air&lt;br /&gt;Then you were gone&lt;br /&gt;I woke up&lt;br /&gt;But I could still feel you deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Ken Coleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not for commercial use&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139939680728147172-1920307192117636962?l=kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1920307192117636962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139939680728147172&amp;postID=1920307192117636962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139939680728147172/posts/default/1920307192117636962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139939680728147172/posts/default/1920307192117636962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-found-you.html' title='I Found You'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367818241766810487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139939680728147172.post-5090438075801884477</id><published>2009-07-31T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:47:29.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Association</title><content type='html'>I took a test…it wasn’t graded&lt;br /&gt;It was called word association&lt;br /&gt;The Psychiatrist said it’s easy to do&lt;br /&gt;We’ll figure out what’s ailing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a word and told me to say&lt;br /&gt;Another word without a delay&lt;br /&gt;His words they came fast and furious&lt;br /&gt;You’d think that I’d become delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;And asked me if I understood the test&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to me it was easy to do&lt;br /&gt;Because my answers were always true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was done he picked up his pen&lt;br /&gt;And wrote on some papers once again&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and said he knew&lt;br /&gt;I was just CRAZY……..over you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ken Coleman ©&lt;br /&gt;Not for commercial use&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139939680728147172-5090438075801884477?l=kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139939680728147172.post-8767701345493157043</id><published>2009-07-31T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:48:37.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>My father once told me when I was young&lt;br /&gt;A good education will make you someone&lt;br /&gt;He told me to study and work real hard&lt;br /&gt;And gave me a hug when he saw my report card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took English, Science and Chemistry too&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know it would affect me and you&lt;br /&gt;They never prepared me for that fateful day&lt;br /&gt;When the one I loved would come out and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry between us it’s just not the same&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how it happened…then called me by name&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you I would if I could&lt;br /&gt;The blow to my heart I barely withstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to stop… I didn’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;Please let me recover from this heavy blow&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry between us I thought it was good&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened I never understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lab I had we mixed up a potion&lt;br /&gt;We did it with care and took every precaution&lt;br /&gt;How the mixture could change I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed the same just a day ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a beaker and poured in some love&lt;br /&gt;Added some flowers from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to help the chemistry grow&lt;br /&gt;And bring back the love we use to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ken Coleman ©&lt;br /&gt;Not for commercial use&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139939680728147172-8767701345493157043?l=kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139939680728147172.post-3940819116010425432</id><published>2009-07-30T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:49:00.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Just follow your heart and you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;No one can love you as much as me&lt;br /&gt;I know to some it only a word&lt;br /&gt;If they could feel what I feel… they would know that’s absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched and searched for the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to the conclusion it’s from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;For nothing on earth could evoke such emotion&lt;br /&gt;It’s was given to us… it’s the Lord’s love potion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s stronger than me…It’s stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;It will live in your heart there’s nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;Some feelings may pass… some feelings may last&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never forget why it’s in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart…I gave you my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you my tears that continue to flow&lt;br /&gt;I know you question how this can be&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a chance and you will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ken Coleman ©&lt;br /&gt;Not for commercial use&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139939680728147172-3940819116010425432?l=kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3940819116010425432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139939680728147172&amp;postID=3940819116010425432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I reach to find you… but you’re not there&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful smell has left the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my room is dark and lonely&lt;br /&gt;I start to cry for my one and only&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to see your face&lt;br /&gt;Then back to sleep with no embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are vivid and colorful too&lt;br /&gt;The things they lack are me with you&lt;br /&gt;And In the morning when I wake&lt;br /&gt;That’s when my heart... begins to ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty bed is where I am&lt;br /&gt;Then the tears they fall again&lt;br /&gt;I look at your pillow… without a wrinkle&lt;br /&gt;No lovely face with eyes that twinkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see your face…and then embrace&lt;br /&gt;Is something that will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;And now that our love has truely ended&lt;br /&gt;I pray my heart…will soon be mended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Coleman ©&lt;br /&gt;Not for commercial use&lt;div 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Room'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367818241766810487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139939680728147172.post-1059540566734073248</id><published>2009-07-13T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:18:05.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Poems: Rules for Using or Copying Free Poems from this Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/read-these-rules-before-copying-or.html"&gt;Free Poems: Rules for Using or Copying Free Poems from this Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139939680728147172-1059540566734073248?l=kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com/2006/12/read-these-rules-before-copying-or.html' title='Free Poems: Rules for Using or Copying Free Poems from this Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1059540566734073248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139939680728147172&amp;postID=1059540566734073248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139939680728147172/posts/default/1059540566734073248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139939680728147172/posts/default/1059540566734073248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-poems-rules-for-using-or-copying.html' title='Free Poems: Rules for Using or Copying Free Poems from this Blog'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13367818241766810487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139939680728147172.post-8231454010971255382</id><published>2009-07-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:56:17.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love poem'/><title type='text'>The Wish</title><content type='html'>I’ll ask you to do this and I’ll make a wish&lt;br /&gt;That you’ll feel the same feelings you did when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first when you came to visit&lt;br /&gt;Then the last… do you think you’ll miss it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our mornings we spent at the beach&lt;br /&gt;And how I held you when we laid down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Remember walking and holding hands in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And how our steps were exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember us joking and fooling around&lt;br /&gt;When you were on top holding me down&lt;br /&gt;Remember the mornings we woke up together&lt;br /&gt;It’s where I want to be now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then remember our embrace and our last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll ask you to make just one last wish&lt;br /&gt;Please wish for the day when I’ll see you again&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll wish for us to be more than friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ken Coleman ©&lt;br /&gt;Not for commercial use&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139939680728147172-8231454010971255382?l=kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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