Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he know that every day is Doomsday.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Doomsday
They say we will die someday
Yes I do believe it
But they say there’ll be doomsday
The day when universe can’t even move
Should I believe it?
But yesterday, with the faith
I believed there would be today
And today, with the same faith
I believe there’s tomorrow
The day after tomorrow
And the other days
With this faith I believe
Will exist
No matter what they’re saying
‘bout the doomsday
But faith from my heart shouts
Doomsday does exist
Someday when my faith is dead
It’s doomsday
When nobody believes in his own faith
Now I ask
Someday we’ll die right?
Why must we be afraid of the day
We have to face?
Why we should talk about doomsday
Meanwhile we know death will come
Even without doomsday in our days
Doomsday comes
Nobody will be capable of avoiding it
We may be capable of avoiding from death once,
But who could live when everybody has died?
poem by Clara Odelia Ciutara
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A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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About The Precept I Take Heed
When I study Nursing I learned, and take heed
To respect all person and took care of their needs
When I learned and write in this literary works - the poetry
Within, I learned, write divine teachings - the theology
I commend God I learned both of them
And the similarity within about them
Humaneness I learned, divine teachings that guides me
To respect and treat all person without disparity
Ency Bearis
(c) Copyright 2012
poem by Ency Bearis
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Self
Bluff it is
If I say I'm a learned poet
For I'm not a scholar
So too my poems
My master's degree..
Lost in the abyss of oblivion
Searching out of and on
Those learnt reminiscences
I write to learn
Learning to write
And that learning
For my heart's happy content
You're welcome to read my words
For shared should be my happiness
Pat or hit..I don't bother
For I'm not a learned poet
poem by Indira Renganathan
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What I couldn't help noticing was that I learned more about the novel in a morning by trying to write a page of one than I'd learned in seven years or so of trying to write criticism.
quote by Philip Pullman
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I Write Because....
I write because i am glad in my life,
I write because i am very glad in my heart,
I write because i am fine with my mind,
I write because i want you to learn from me as well;
But 2010 was the hottest year in Morocco! !
And the mountain of storm came and exposed my nakedness,
For many want to know my identity!
But keep watch over the doors of my lips for the answer.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sound Of Wings.....
from the bars of the cell,
i learned freedom from the body.
from the underside of the bridge,
i learned home has not a house.
from forty years of working,
i learned the bitterness of the slave.
from the political lies,
i learned that truth cant be bought.
from the books i read,
i learned to reason and question.
from the heroin needle,
i learned the value of life.
from love lost,
i learned how to love.
from doubt i learned seeking,
in seeking i found god to be more.
from the scars on my heart,
i learned to be a man.
from battles fought and lost,
i learned the need for peace.
from discrimination i learned equality,
from anger i learned forgiveness.
from the mirror i learned responsibility...
from the bars of the cell,
i learned the sound of wings!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Another Exams
Of a year wasted in a foreign land trying to learn a language,
Of a year gone by with another exams to write again;
But, where is this future leading me to?
I have no money oin my pocket and,
Where is the future for me?
September 6th results,
Like a clip of an artwork to the universe;
But to Managua and Nicaragua,
Here is my voice again with a bitter heart to write my muse.
Man oh man!
Boy oh boy!
This style of living over here is unbearable;
And i have to live with my head always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What I Learned Today
What I learned today is that there will be a tomorrow,
what I learned today is the truth is full of pain and sorrow.
What I learned yesterday is people make mistakes,
what I learned yesterday is I will do whatever it takes.
What I learned Saturday when i watched you leave I take back
what I said, what I learned Saturday is when we fought i dread.
What I learned now is that part of my heart is gone,
what I learned now is you will no longer wake me up at dawn.
It is quiet with out you,
I feel I have many things to do.
poem by Angelina Sabia
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I've learned
Ive learned that to love someone doesnt have to involve pain,
Ive learned that to have a friend you must be a friend first,
Ive learned that in time youll see your mistakes and learn from them,
Ive learned that to be alone sometimes is the best thing for you,
Ive learned that in order to love a person you must feel loved,
Ive learned that if your wrong admit it or youll never forgive yourself,
Ive learned that your first love will be a part of you and you may never forget,
Ive learned that in order to move on you must fix what was first wrong,
Ive learned that if you ever mess up, you can always start over again,
Ive learned that to be 'cool' doesnt involve pressure,
Ive learned to accept what I have and be happy,
Ive learned that people will come and go so tell the ones you love how you feel,
Ive learned that to respect yourself you must respect others,
Ive learned that your actions always involve consequences whether it be good or bad,
Ive learned that priceless words can mean the world to someone,
Ive learned that sometimes being silent is the best solution,
Ive learned to expect the unexpected,
Ive learned that healing a broken heart involves tears and pain,
Ive learned to see the world in the eyes of others,
And Ive learned that each new day is a day to touch a life.
poem by Carly Almonde
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Hurry Down Doomsday
The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
In the teeming temple of the railroad kings
Hes planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
But I cant bring myself to look
Wake up zombie write yourself another book
You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out on her poor jealous husbands pillow
In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
For their tears
But I cant bring myself to look
Wake up zombie
Get yourself off the book
You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
Forget about beethoven, rembrandt and rock and roll
Forget about mickey mouse, marlboro and coca cola
Forget about cadillac, mercedes and toyota
Forget about buddha, allah, jesus and jehovah
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
Any day now a giant insect mutation
Will swoop down and devour the white mans burden
Starting out with all of the sensitive ones
Better make like a fly if you dont want to die
Look out there goes gordon
But I cant bring myself to think
Wake up zombie
Kick up a big stink
You want to scream and shout my little saxon lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Write as you wish.
Write that you want to write.
Write as best as you can.
The learned might ignore them.
The ignorents would like them..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Education
At school I sometimes read a book,
And learned a lot of lessons;
Some small amount of pains I took,
And showed much acquiescence
In what my masters said, good men!
Yet after all I quite
Forgot the most of it: but then
I learned to write.
At Lincoln's Inn I'd read a brief,
Abstract a title, study
Great paper-piles, beyond belief
Inelegant and muddy:
The whole of these as time went by
I soon forgot: indeed
I tried to: yes: but by and by
I learned to read.
By help of Latin, Greek and Law
I now can write and read too:
Then perish each forgotten saw,
Each fact I do not need too:
But still whichever way I turn
At one sad task I stick:
I fear that I shall never learn
Arithmetic.
poem by James Kenneth Stephen
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In Pursuit Of Happiness
In the pursuit of happiness, ..
I have crossed many bridges…
Climbed many mountains
& traveled many roads;
Some very smooth..
some very bumpy..
I have run very fast…
sometimes very slow…
But, nevertheless,
I have learned my lessons…
I have learned the hard & painful way…
That not all dreams come true..
Happiness becomes a matter.
of the mind and the heart…
Now I cry without tears...
& try to mend my broken heart…
Now I realize..
that where there is an ending..
There is a new beginning..
& what I thought was a loss..
turned out to be..
a blessing from the sky...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Learned...
from being homeless,
i learned the value of home!
from being hungry,
i learned the value of being fed.
from being sick,
i learned the value of health.
from being left alone,
i learned the value of love.
from being confined in a cell,
i learned the value of freedom.
from being persecuted,
i learned the value of human rights.
from being an infidel,
i learned to see the face of god...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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One Hundred
To all those who have read my poems,
this poem is just for you.
This is my hundredth poem this year
and I feel like celebrating too.
You see for years and years,
I did not want to write anymore,
until I came along here and met all of you.
For some reason I cannot explain,
you took me under your poetic wing.
You made me want to write again,
with your comments by the score.
You brought life back to me,
took my hand,
and guided me from the wilderness,
from which I ran.
You gave me injection,
and my confidence once more flowed.
My pen was put to paper again,
and out the poems came,
one after the other,
but never one the same.
I took a little time out to write a novel too.
All this and more is all thanks to you.
Without that hand of friendship,
which you’ve all shown to me,
I’d still be wandering like a lost soul,
in that wilderness out there.
Therefore, I am taking this opportunity
with this my hundredth poem this year,
to send you a special thanks,
from the bottom of my heart,
to each and every one of you out there.
poem by David Harris
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No One Around Notices
An opened mouth,
Running with nothing learned coming out.
Will be the same mouth,
Running with nothing learned coming out.
Year after year after year.
And...
Can be compared to a leaking faucet...
One promises to get fixed.
But doesn't.
And...
That is more irritating to listen to,
Than the sound coming from a faucet...
Gushing flowing water,
Endangering to flood a floor...
As a sink fills,
For the first time done.
And no one around notices,
Or is paying attention.
But the steady nonsense dripped from one's lips,
Is powerful enough to cause one a headache.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Work To Be A Big Poet
every day i write
every night i write like e e cummings
every second i write letters and numbers
every year i finish a collection of poems
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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