Your senses are reeling all the time. Finally you find something to write and the very next day you go out and see something else which totally contradicts what you've written and every conclusion you've come to.
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A Poet To Be
A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.
I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.
I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.
I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.
But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.
I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.
I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.
I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.
A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.
I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.
I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.
It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.
A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.
But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.
How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.
As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.
poem by Adam McKim
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My chances to restrain The torments of demented summer
you ask me once
what are the chances of restraining
my demented summer
the torments imminent
the conclusion about to be written
by the hands of those who are
here to judge
i tell you until the next falling of the snow
until the consummation of
desire until the death of passion
until the day when i am finally
buried in the sand
shall all these be
considered finally meaningful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If you find from your own experience that something is a fact and it contradicts what some authority has written down, then you must abandon the authority and base your reasoning on your own findings.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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Gypsy Lady
Gypsy Lady is all I heard,
she finally could cure him
so he took her word.
With the knowledge
from the seer who
scanned his body
by knowing the color
of his eyes,
Interesting tales
of his condition
did finally materialize.
Knowing what he was
up against & now
he had a chance,
one day he would
be able to walk & dance.
Now he knows
Gypsy Lady
is totally sincere.
With the help of his diet
with berries and no beer,
She can truly help him
finally get off his rear.
Written on Feb.1,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I Dont Want To Know
Written by stevie nicks.
I dont want to know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down the line
I dont want to stand between you and love
Honey, I just want you to feel fine
Finally baby
The truth has come down now
Take a listen to your spirit
Its crying out loud.
Try to believe
You say you love me, but you dont know
You got me rocking and a-reeling
Oh
I dont want to know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down the line
I dont want to stand between you and love
Honey, I just want you to feel fine
Finally baby
The truth has been told
Now you tell me that Im crazy
Thats nothing that I didnt know
Trying to survive
You say you love me, but you dont know
You got me rocking and a-reeling
I dont want to know the reasons why
Love keeps right on walking down the line
I dont want to stand between you and love
Honey, take a little time.
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Prowler '88
Steve Harris
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty,
I've just got to find my way.
See the ladies flashing. All there legs and lashes.
I've just got to find my way.
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide.
What you seeing girl?
Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it,
Can't you believe your eyes?
It's the real thing girl.
Got me feeling myself and reeling around,
Got me talking but feel like walking around.
Got me feeling myself and reeling a...
Got me talking but nothing's with me...
Got me feeling myself and reeling around.
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Never Written
to write
hungry to write
and over
a lifetime
to have written
so little
less than
two years
writing
if compressed
into full time
writing
to have said
to have written
so little
when thought
so much
deep thoughts
never written
never recorded
never achieved
never expressed
never articulated
never illuminating
what a waste
modern sibyl
only whispered
briefly
self paid time
a fireflies flight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gypsy Lady
Gypsy Lady is all I heard,
she finally could cure him
so he took her word.
With the knowledge
from the seer who
scanned his body
by knowing the color
of his eyes,
Interesting tales
of his condition
did finally materialize.
Knowing what he was
up against & now
he had a chance,
one day he would
be able to walk & dance.
Now he knows
Gypsy Lady
is totally sincere.
With the help of his diet
with berries and no beer,
She can truly help him
finally get off his rear.
Written on Feb.1,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Best Poem
when you plant a seed
in the ground, and
water it, work it, weed it
till it grows... you've written
the best poem you'll ever write.
when you make a baby,
waiting and planning for birth;
and you raise this child to adulthood
with respect... you've written
the best poem you'll ever write.
when you live your life
working honestly, giving
all that you are and can be,
never holding back... you've written
the best poem you'll ever write.
when you go to death openly
with no regrets, not clinging
to dreams that were not real,
owning no one... you've written
the best poem you'll ever write.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Before I Write These Lines
before i write these lines
it will take me perhaps
perchance
ten years more
to realize that the words
are worthy to be
written
the pain finally soothing
when we finally
said goodbye
when we realize
that goodbyes seasoned
by the spices of time
that after all the bitter herb
too gives
a nice taste to the buds
so that when we meet again
we smile
we remember those tears
we thought salty
now, we say though silently
how funny
how misplaced sentimentally
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faded Pages
Recently I started retyping
a manuscript of short stories
I had written twenty years ago.
The pages were faded;
too much time being opened to the sun.
As I typed, I smiled
at the things I had written
and the dialogue I had created.
The stories are about a cat
and looking at the world
through his eyes and thoughts.
I had even created him a language
that I had to write a glossary
at the back of the book to explain
what some of the phrases meant.
There is a vast array of characters
and most have a funny turn.
I also remember what prompted me
to write the stories long ago.
My original intention was to write
one story and one story only,
but a friend of mine at the time
persuaded me to write another and another.
Before long, a volume was finished
with enough stories to start another.
From a one off story I have written over sixty now
about the cat and all his friends.
Now as I flick through these faded pages,
which I haven’t read in years,
I find myself being reunited
with many long lost friends.
26 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Poems
I have written poetry
since I was nine years old
and still I find that I must write
as others seek for gold.
And though I find no nuggets
amongst the things I write
still sometimes there's a sparkle
that gives me some delight.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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Anniversary
I thought Id write you something to remember me by,
A commemorative for the two years you spent by my side,
But every day is a new mistake,
A new song to be written and erased,
Why would you listen anyway,
Finally Im going on with my life,
What a big mistake it was saving all my good-byes,
Im not the type of person to get over it,
Its stuck in the back of my mind along with the time we spent,
Finally Im going on with my life,
What a big mistake it was saving all my good-byes,
By the end of the year,
You wont even be there,
What a big mistake it was,
I wanted you to be there
Piece it together,
Along with all the rest,
Dont forget to write,
Warm your cold shoulder,
Dont listen to what they say, what they say,
I thought Id write you something to remember me by,
Finally Im going on with my life,
What a mistake it was saving all my good-byes,
By the end of the year,
You wont even be there,
What a big mistake it was,
I wanted you to be there
song performed by by New Found Glory
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You write it down because finally, when it's written down you do get it out of your system somewhat.
quote by Leo Ornstein
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I Wrote A Poem I Could Not Write
I wrote a poem I could not write-
And then when I tried to write it again
Could not write it again -
Poems written and not written
Words and more words
What do they mean?
Paradoxes and games with words
What do they mean?
If there is Beauty in the language
It is one thing
But words just to hear themselves think,
Why should they mean ‘Remembrance'?
Oh Words oh Questions oh Darkness oh Life-
Let me write myself to the grave
Believing at least
That poems too even when they can be written
Have their small unhidden meanings.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mermaid By The Sea
Little mermaid splashing in the sea,
swimming around as free as can be.
Letting the ocean’s wave’s float you to shore,
hoping to win the heart,
of a man who totally adores,
You; deep down to your soul.
Once he has his eyes on you,
he hears a sacred note,
totally mezmorized he crashes his boat.
Now he is all yours
for you have saved his life,
from the misery of his aloneness & mortal plight.
For he’s is sad and can’t express,
all his depressing thoughts of total unhappiness.
Now with you he see’s magic in your eyes,
finally hearing your sweet voice totally mezmorize,
all of the romantic thoughts he has
starts to spin in his head,
he offers you his hand so that you may wed.
Turning himself into a merman to be with you,
living in joy with both your hearts so true.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Jan.26,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A love poem to a poem
for there’s what you planned to write about,
and what you find yourself
writing about; perhaps
find yourself, while writing about..
and there’s the poem itself; did you
consult it about what
its plans were? and when
it’s got itself written,
gone where it wanted to,
said what it wanted to say,
become what it wanted to become,
do you really know
what it’s finally and really about?
is it telling you more about
you than you knew yourself?
is the poem writing you?
did we, as with the unicorn,
feel the unspoken need for it,
and it became?
in some other world,
did two grains of dust change places?
did a new sort of light
shine on a new sort of place
in some new sort of time?
poems are like cats:
we think we own them;
they allow us certain rights,
but they own us.
this is a love poem
to a poem
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Diary
one day you shall write about a ship
in the middle of the sea
on a dark night
one day you shall write about the man
who was there without any hint
about where he is
and where he is going
you will finish writing about it
and let it stay there
until you close the pages
and declare that this is what life is all about
one day you shall open it again
and write about the man who plunged into
the middle of the sea
to find the message of its depths
whatever happens close your diary for a while
wait until you feel the switch
inside the dark room of your heart
find the sea and find the right hour to plunge just as it was written
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mermaid By The Sea
Little mermaid splashing in the sea,
swimming around as free as can be.
Letting the ocean’s wave’s float you to shore,
hoping to win the heart,
of a man who totally adores,
You; deep down to your soul.
Once he has his eyes on you,
he hears a sacred note,
totally mezmorized he crashes his boat.
Now he is all yours
for you have saved his life,
from the misery of his aloneness & mortal plight.
For he’s is sad and can’t express,
all his depressing thoughts of total unhappiness.
Now with you he see’s magic in your eyes,
finally hearing your sweet voice totally mezmorize,
all of the romantic thoughts he has
starts to spin in his head,
he offers you his hand so that you may wed.
Turning himself into a merman to be with you,
living in joy with both your hearts so true.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Jan.26,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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