Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
quote by Boris Pasternak
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To Who It Concerns
to who it concerns
My homework will be late
It fell onto my pancakes
and stuck to my plate
To who it Concerns
My mom made me write this
and I'm just a kid
so how can i fight this
To who it concerns
I lost my assignment
maybe I'll get lucky
solitary confinement
To who it concerns
I just turned 15
too short to be shortstop
too plain to be queen
to who it concerns
I'm great with a ball
but boys don't watch tomboys
as they're cruising the hall
to who it concerns
I'm not made of steel
when I get blind sighted
my pain is quite real
i don't mean to squawk
but it really burns
so I thought i'd just mention it
to who it concerns
By Kristine Sisk
poem by Erin Ryytty
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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God Abhors Abortion Always
If you believe in one living God,
If you believe in His profound love,
If you believe in His love of life,
If you believe in His gift of life,
If you believe in His fair judgment,
If you believe in His great mercy,
If you believe in His protection,
If you believe in His creation-
You will never, ever abort a child!
For, God creates life and is pro-life,
And God abhors abortion always.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-3-2008
poem by John Celes
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Truth Of Life!
Oh! The great death, the grand gift of life
Knows not the young or old, rich or poor
Visits all, acts as double edged knife
Can take the body, soul never!
None desires death, but that death spares none
For the good or bad, read or unread
Death brings pain and grief, sure gives not fun
None on earth wants death, that comes unsaid!
Man with wealth ever in fear of death
Men sans wealth with love for kith and kin
All in constant fear and worry
Over death none has control any!
Truth of life is certainty of death
Do thy duty, face death bold on earth!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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To whom it concerns
To whom it concerns
I yelled at my teacher
but who cares he airn't no precher
To whom it concerns
my homework is going to be late
I will jst say it fell on my panckes and stuck to the plate
To whom it concerns
I faled my test
no one cares
that i did my best
To whom it concerns
I see alot
no one cares about the fight that we fought
To whom it concerns
I see alot of pain
but don't worry
this is just the begining of the lain.
On the Dunes
If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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On the Dunes
If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
If life was small, if it has made me scornful,
Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame
In the great calm of death, and if you want me
Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Without the Mask...
Life's unending cycle from death to birth,
Bewitching and appealing renewing life on earth.
At first they come and then they go,
The hearts I once held, the ones that I know.
They pledged their love and undying devotion,
It ebbed and flowed like the tides of the ocean.
But it was not constant, it was not true,
They took my heart and left it bruised.
Where is my love without the mask?
Who looks upon love not as a task.
I await you here as I've always been,
With open heart to let you in...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Life's unending cycle...
Senses of sight and sound brought to life,
Lingering once more in the beauty of summer's death,
Leaves drift down and down falling gently,
Meandering by, carried upon the breath of existance,
A myriad of colours dancing on the bones of summer,
Autumn awakens in hues of scarlet and gold,
All of life retreats with colour and carefree joy,
But soon autumn too shall exhale her dying breath,
Defeated once more by winter's all conquering sword,
And life's unending cycle continues unhalted...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The Constant Reporting Done of Threats
The constant reporting done of threats,
To advance fear in a projected animosity believed.
Intentionally keeps the mind tunneled visioned...
In acts to protect,
Effectively one's nest...
Constantly.
And,
Makes a life lived in search of 'peace'...
Great marketing for those,
Who seek a hatred kept to keep.
With weapons made to be sold!
For the ones working up a sweat that upsets.
For the purpose to reflect,
A bravery known to be courageous and bold.
The constant reporting done of threats,
Creates an indulgence...
Of an increasing release of evil,
With a slice of exciting devilment...
One is prodded to expect to get.
By those who are skilled...
In the playing of war games,
As if in a tournament of chess.
With a hunting done of enemies.
And those proclaimed to be terrorists.
Yet...
It is the quality of life,
That suffers from insurmountable limitation...
From behind locked doors.
Yet...
It is the quality of life,
Harvesting strife and devastation!
To ensure division and distrust,
Becomes heightened on all shores!
To produce.
An inducing attraction for honorable death.
Oozing life from every...living...pore...that's yours!
Until the numbing affect becomes accepted.
Until no one living,
Lives...
To reject it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War...
war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...
Age 14
poem by Alexander SaPonte
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In his image
god creates the physique
as a compass
to him
the body a sanctum
to cultivate
the soul
god creates the physique
as a guide to
finetune his soul
god creates the physique
a tool to upgrade the
vibrations of the soul
in order that it can fit
nicely into the mould of god
god creates the physique
to see how far man
can veer away from him
the physique a piano
songs of the soul
are played
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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There Is A Poem Of Outrage And Sorrow
THERE IS A POEM OF OUTRAGE AND SORROW
There is a poem of outrage and sorrow I cannot write in a strong enough way-
It concerns the injustice of allowing murderers to go free-
It concerns the additional hurt and pain given to families
Who have had their loved ones cruelly taken from them-
It concerns one person I knew and deeply cared for
Burned to death-
A kind quiet man
Whose murderer will now go free-
There is a poem of outrage and sorrow I cannot write in a strong enough way-
It concerns a country so concerned with saving one life
That they risk the lives of many to do this
A country too compassionate
And an enemy so evil it sings and celebrates the deaths of children-
There is a poem of outrage and sorrow I cannot write in a strong enough way-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Another Enlightenment
death helps delet an identity
and bury it forever in soil
life continues to flow till another physique
awakens it to another existence,
another name, another character
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Enemy Series: Life and Death from Wizard 101
Life and Death are different
Life is warm
Death is cold
But they still share a school
Life is hope and wonders
Death is whimps and sorrow
But both share the same dream
Life is good
Death is great
Great as the number eight
But afraid of eachother
Life is in death
As death is in life
So whats the difference?
I SAY NONE!
(WIZARD 101 LOVERS FRIEND ASHLEY MOONFLOWER SHE ROCKS!) Note from Enyioma Okereke
poem by Nikishioshianamariatolinda Madekieosafreamnuytuiyf
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Love Creates
Love creates mysterious things,
Love creates beautiful expressions,
Love creates everything we need,
Love creates without a thought :)
Love creates no thinking mind,
Love expresses from hearts,
Love comes through effortlessly,
Love becomes the place we share :)
Love is our greatest gift,
Love shares our hearts as one,
Love is creation and our intentions,
Love knows our beauty without pretending :)
Love creates ABUNDANCE always,
LOVE CREATES OUR INTENTIONS,
Love creates our endless wants regardless,
Love is our self expression SHARED :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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The only part of the conduct of any one, for which he is amenable to society, is that which concerns others. In the part which merely concerns himself, his independence is, of right, absolute. Over himself, over his own body and mind, the individual is sovereign.
quote by John Stuart Mill
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Two Forces
while one builds a bridge
the other takes its time destroying it
while the other grows the branch
the other cuts it
one concerns itself with life
gentle, tender, sympathetic
the other concerns itself with death
cruel, hard, indifferent, hateful
opposed, true
but they go together in the eons of time
hand in hand
like two parallel lines moving in infinity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
poem by Requiem Night
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Unending was the stream, unending the misery, unending the sorrow.
quote by Karl Amadeus Hartmann
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