Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
quote by Jim Morrison
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Poetry.... (Bare Open Hand)
poetry does not pay the rent...
does not buy cars or houses,
does not sell stocks.
does not wear suits and ties,
does not barter, is not profitable,
cannot be bought or sold.
but poetry opens forbidden doors,
builds bridges in the darkness...
embraces the soul left alone.
pours balm on open wounds,
brings a mirror and the cost.
poetry asks questions that the soul whispers,
knows well the language of trees and rivers.
dances naked in the moonlight.
prays prayers we're afraid of...
poetry disarms the violent.
kisses, touches, makes love.
burns, burns, and burns....
feeds the hungry and heals the sick.
poetry sees beneath the skin,
takes off the cloak of religion,
and unleashes the spiritual.
breaks the glass, and unlocks chains.
poetry plows new ground,
and names each sacred moment.
listens, listens, and listens,
and extends a bare open hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Can Write Poetry All Day Long
I CAN WRITE POETRY ALL DAY LONG
I can write Poetry all day long
But what will it give me?
There is just so much others will listen to
If anything?
And what is the value of writing words to myself for myself
Even if I love them
And believe they are real poetry,
And know in my soul
That their music is real?
I can write Poetry all day long
Or think I am writing poetry
When I am not-
Am I writing poetry now?
I feel I am-
Within me there is the song and the sound
There is the music of poetry
But is it real
Or only my self- deception?
Can I write poetry all day long?
Can I write poetry at all?
I am writing poetry now
Or so I tell myself-
But as I write this
The music within
Is already fading
And I hear in myself
The silence of my own lonely sound.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Definition of Poetry by a 15 yr old
Poetry does not need a meaning or defintion.
Poetry is how the reader reads it,
Poetry is how the poet writes it.
Poetry is real,
Poetry is fake,
Poetry is everything,
Poetry is fate.
Poetry is rythm.
Poetry can ryme.
Poetry is anything, I make it mine.
poem by Eric Graham
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What's the real meaning of Poetry
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
what is the real meaning of you?
is it the sonnets, the haiku's the imagery
no one will ever know.
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
I know the real meaning of you
to express my feelings and thoughts on paper
to be able to publish you.
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
you tell me the meaning of you.
poem by Nadia Potenza
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Poetry Doesn't Discriminate
Poetry doesn't
discriminate
it doesn't
see black or
white it just
sees someone
who writes
or express themselves
in unique way
that's why I likeit
and that's why I
love it you can be
6 or you can be
60 it doesn't matter
as along as you express
yourself in a unique
way and get your
point across see
like every thing else
poetry has rules but
some people break
these traditional rules
and instead of
poetry discriminating
It's okay with it and that's
why I love it and that's
why I like, poetry
doesn't discriminate
you could write any
way you want to
and that's why I love
it and that's why I like
because poetry doesn't
discriminate.
poem by Perry Williams
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The Art Of My Poetry
Listen to the art of my poetry,
Listen oh mankind!
What goes around comes around,
And like the things seen in and around us;
But not all the governments are doing well on this earth.
Why are many people suffering ans starving?
Listen to the art of my poetry;
Why are there many bombs in our backyards?
Listen to the art of my poetry;
Why should there be many people sleeping on the streets while,
There are governments ruling over them?
I have seen people drinking from dirty water,
I have seen people eating from the garbage dump,
Yet still there are governments ruling over them;
Listen oh mankind!
Listen to the art of my poetry.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Writing Poetry Is A Cosmic Trip (Italian Sonnet)
Writing Poetry Is A Cosmic Trip (Italian Sonnet)
Writing poetry is a cosmic trip
There are infinite possibilities
Its like sailing a ship upon the seas
You never know what will roll off your lip
There are times you have to shoot from the hip
It's easy to write about birds and bees
Its hard when you write about ticks and fleas
People want to read what's modern and hip
Most cultures change as time goes rolling by
The arts are constantly evolving too
The artist must always be flexible
He must be like the fox cunning and sly
A poet is a master of word cull
He should not think can I he must just do
Edwin Tanguma (10/06/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Little Suzie
Got credit cards in my pockets
But I walk past bums all day
Why why why
I see dealers pushing poisons
But I have nothing to say
Why why why
I date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin
Why why why
Oh yes I have this little problem here I'm being vain again
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
I blew my paycheck getting real high today
Why why why
I lied and told my nephew that I had no more time to play
Why why why
I saw this lady gettin robbed I looked away
Why why why
I put my grandma in a home and made her stay
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
I give in church
But you are asking me where it really goes
Why why why
I could give more but I end up spending it on shoes and clothes
Why why why
I chew ice, look at my watch some Middle Eastern babies sold
Why why why
In the winter I have furs knowing some poor child is cold
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
What if the holy trinity was Christians, Muslims, Jews
Yet we bomb eachother for more coverage on the news
He was this he wasn't that he never touched the girl either way
Our messiah shall save the world
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about th war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
(singing la la la la la)
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about th war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
song performed by by Kelis
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Poetry In The Closets
Poetry in the closets,
words are all stuffed away,
Open the closet door once more
so the words can say
'Listen friend and catch the thoughts
and make them come to bear.
Don't leave them where they can't be heard
for poetry takes you where
you fall in love with words again
like no prose itself can do.'
It opens your mind to brand new ideas
and then when you're through
you'll say
'Poetry in the closets
come out where you belong.
Take your proper place once more
beside each touching song.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I will always listen to my coaches. But first I listen to my body. If what they tell me suits my body, great. If my body doesn't feel good with what they say, then always my body comes first.
quote by Haile Gebrselassie
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In The Time Of Our Lives
Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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The Time Of Our Lives
Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Muse for Me
My poetry doesn’t rhyme or flow
My poetry has no meaning and no feeling
My poetry has sex and violence written into it
My poetry cares for no one
My poetry is lost without you in it
Save me from my angry thoughts and schemes
I don’t want to be lost in a void where all write is uninspired
Become a muse for me, my poetry
poem by Double A P SS
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Dream on it. Let your mind take you to places you would like to go, and then think about it and plan it and celebrate the possibilities. And don't listen to anyone who doesn't know how to dream.
quote by Liza Minnelli
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If I Were You
The tenth of may
It seems so far away
When you and I were strangers moving close together
Sometimes it seems
Its almost like a dream
Driving across the country and the road is endless
If I were you
Dont wait until tomorrow
Id lead and wouldnt follow
Walk away - today
If I were you - please listen
Walk away - Id say
If I were you go away
The first of june
The summer came too soon
But from the day we met I knew youd never go away
Sometimes I feel
The passions not so real
Finding it strange to be together, not alone
If I were you
Id smile and close the door
Id never ask for more
Walk away - dont stay
If I were you - believe me
Walk away - Id say
If I were you go away
Fourth of july
With an independent sigh
I think the times arrived to take whats going to happen
Wise men may say
Its easier to stay
But if you are there Im only wasting time
If I were you
I know Id want to hurt me
It wouldnt disconcert me
Walk away - Id pray
If I were you - Id leave me
Walk away - today
If I were you - please listen
Walk away - dont stay
If I were you - believe me
Walk away - Id pray
If I were you - Id leave me
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Id leave if I were you
song performed by by Heaven 17
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Dont Write Poetry!
i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...
no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Can't Keep A Job
Why should I let you sleep...
When,
I can't get a wink.
And,
You want even let me nod...
When I've worked real hard.
Why should I listen to you...
When,
You never listen to me.
And,
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!
But you tell me how you work,
All day!
And you say you have no time,
To play.
And...
When I turn away you tell me,
I'm being evil.
I'm just trying to do my best...
To get me some rest.
Why should I let you sleep...
When,
I can't get a wink.
And,
You want even let me nod...
When I've worked real hard.
Why should I listen to you...
When,
You never listen to me.
And,
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!
Why should I listen to you...
When,
You never listen to me.
And,
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!
'Today? '
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!
'Today? '
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!
'Today? '
I find it real odd...
You can't keep a job!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poet Becomes The Poetry
THE POET BECOMES THE POETRY
After years of striving to write Poetry
The Poet becomes the Poetry
No word is not poetry in him
And no silence is not the sound
his own writing makes
Wherever he is
Whatever he does
is Poetry
Mediocre or not
Real or not
Loved or not
Understood or not
The Poet is Poetry
Unable forever to escape
what he Lives.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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