I couldn't have come up with a better metaphor for my life and my internal conflict. It amazes me how quickly we can manifest our fears; not only had I created my 'I'm never satisfied, I'll drive her away' nightmare.
quote by Kenny Loggins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Like Life
It amazes me how it can work
so perfectly
and naturally
How sometimes rhymes come
as if pre-designed
And the rhythm of the words
Like a flock of birds
One leads and the others follow
Without question
It amazes me how it can work
so poignantly
To describe the undefined
Like eternity
It amazes me how it can work
so beautifully
And mysteriously
Like life
Poetry
poem by Sonya Florentino
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It's about not letting the internal enemy, the real enemy, have his way because the more he does the stronger he becomes. The film's about the devastating results that can manifest from the internal enemy being unbridled and allowed to unleash chaos.
quote by Guy Ritchie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Is letting go a metaphor?
what is letting go -
letting go of grief?
the serenity of letting go?
(must be a bad metaphor)
losing represents letting go of control
I need to understand this 'letting go'
is it a metaphor for facing the inevitable?
breathing as a metaphor for living
'the practice of pruning wine vines'
is that a metaphor for letting go?
surrender. reaching towards the future
if you'll excuse another bad metaphor...
'the last of the sand is pouring...'
onion metaphors are stripped down to the core
letting go is a metaphor for acceptance
is acceptance a metaphor for failure?
'The freedom of letting go'
that does sound grand
letting go is not for the faint-hearted
my hands and heart are tired from letting go
so many times over
examine why metaphor is not
a substitute for the literal
letting go is
a metaphor
for goodbye
110709
poem by Terri Turrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Poem Is A Metaphor
THE POEM IS A METAPHOR
The Poem is a Metaphor
It means ‘the world’
It means ‘all that there is’
It means ‘the soul’
It means ‘our deepest feeling’.
The Poem is a Metaphor
It is more than what it just appears to be
It takes on a life of its own
It says more than it can define itself as
The Poem is a Metaphor
And it itself does not understand
Where it began and how it will end
And whether or not
It should always be rewritten.
The Poem is a Metaphor
And we too are metaphors
That will vanish one day
When all the real Poems
Pretend to still be here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It Amazes Me
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the I want to live album. it has been released on the rocky mountain collection, the country roads collection and the country classics
Ms.
You came looking for the answers
To some questions on his mind
Seeking truth and understanding
In the hope that he would find
A way to better serve his brothers
And his sisters in the sun
Sharing all that he has given
Giving all to everyone
Come and listen to the story
Of a journey once begun
Of a people and their plenty
And their season in the sun
And how they gave themselves to symbols
And things that they could hold
Living lives in desperation
In the fear of letting go
It amazes me
And I know the wind will surely one day
Blow it all away
It amazes me
And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way
For our plans have come together now
Where do we go from here
Will our differences divide us
Must we always live in fear
For there are things that we must move through
Some things to cast aside
But our father watches over us
Our mother will provide
It amazes me
And I know the wind will someday surely
Blow it all away
It amazes me
And Im so very grateful that you made the world this way
It amazes me
It amazes me
It amazes me
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Not Only Can Stun But Shock
It amazes me,
How a few dollars...
Can change one's perception.
Or a title one is given.
Or where one goes to school,
To receive a degree.
It amazes me,
What one wears on one's back...
Indicates to some,
Where that person's mind is at.
Or where one lives suggests,
Someone has hygiene.
And that is daily addressed.
Or what one drives,
Has a lesser need for gasoline.
Or the person that drives a nice car...
Can afford to buy groceries.
It amazes me...
How some folks judge other folks,
By skin color alone.
And how some folks with the same skin tone...
Dislike themselves,
Or siblings they can't condone.
Or those living on the same street who don't even speak.
And these same folks attend the same church...
To hear a preacher sermonize about sin,
And communal unity!
It amazes me how ignorance expressed,
Receives more respect than someone with intelligence.
It amazes me how decadence is praised.
And those who choose to worship it...
Are the ones of sleaze,
Who sit on pedestals raised!
This,
Not only can stun...
But shock anyone,
Who has been awakened from an unconsciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For I Am A Metaphor
'For i am a Metaphor
For i am free as a bird
wiser than wise itself
brighter than a sun gama ray
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i love like the word
think like einstein
dream like Martin
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
For i smell like success
Achieve like achievers
and soar like number 23
FOR I AM A METAPHOR
for i deliver like mailmen
determine like focus
and prosper like underdogs
FOR I......AM.....A METAPHOR'
By: Kottrell Johnson
poem by Kottrell Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Aint Ever Satisfied
I love the things that scare most folks to death
But I aint ever satisfied
Ill stay till the end or till im gasping for breath
But I aint ever satisfied
No, I am never satisfied
I can pretty much come and go as I like
But I aint ever satisfied
Hey, with no bottom line its hard to know wrong from right
But I aint ever satisfied
Ill try anything once but than I do it to death
But I aint ever satisfied
I expect the worse but I hope for the best
Oh, I aint ever satisfied
No, I am never satisfied
No, no, no, no, I am never satisfied
Cantt get enough, no, of nothing
Ive got seven of everything and more in the till
But I aint ever satisfied
You think its dangerous stuff
It aint even a thrill
I aint ever satisfied
Oh, I am never
No, I am never
I dont know why I aint ever satisfied
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
You're Just Never Satisfied
If you love me. why do you hurt me
Come on baby. don't desert me
I was there when you were in trouble
Now you're fine but I guess you changed your mind
'Cause you're never satisfied
God only know why I try to please you
You're just never satisfied
I don't mind it when you get angry
I'm not asking for you to beg me
All I want to do is remind you
How many times I put my ass on the line
'Cause you're never satisfied
God only know why I try to please you
You're just never satisfied
You're just never satisfied
You don't care if I stuck with you
Covered for you, put up with you
'Cause all you wanna do
Is try your love with somebody new
Ooh
I've been wasting my time
'Cause you're never satisfied
God only know why I try to please you
You're just never satisfied
You're just never satisfied
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Nightmares (Revised, In Line Form, Oh and Viewable)
Chills run up my spine.
Pictures of bodies rising out of the ground.
Its another nightmare.
Its another nightmare.
Its my nightmare.
With word as my weapons.
I cut through the book ages.
With my hollow mind I bear the secrets of the darkest despair.
Suicide on the mined.
I'll save you.
I'll save you.
And still you died.
The picture fades.
But such a gruesome scene screws up the head in ways never seen before.
Still chills run down my spine.
Pictures of bodies rising out of the ground.
Its a nightmare.
Its a nightmare.
Its my nightmare.
The tears run red.
Using leeches to get bled.
Strangers laying in your bed.
A Grievance with the undead.
A broken wedlock with dire consequences.
Memorabilia with a satanic meaning.
Going crazy, getting sick coughing up blood.
The clown with a wicked smile wants to give you a hug.
Chills still run down my spine.
Pictures of bodies rising out of the ground.
Its a nightmare.
Its a nightmare.
Its my nightmare.
Being buried alive.
Darkening skies.
An eclipse of an false sunrise.
Spider creepy crawling out of my eyes.
A bleeding in the brain disguised.
A doctor performing surgery while your awake.
The fears have reappeared.
Chill still run down my spine.
Its a nightmare.
Its a nightmare.
Its my nightmares.
My nightmares
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Nightmare Avenue
Music :matthias jabs
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
Last night I went to kill
Some time at the famous grill
Where the tall eats the small
There were girls all over me
Thats my insanity
Dont call me ringo, call me paul
Im in heaven, Im in hell
Dont wipe that smile off my face
Cant you tell
I see faces in the weirdest places
Please, wont you take me down
Underneath you spell
Oh, oh Im back at midnight (alright)
I drop my keys, could you get em love
Oh, oh baby I might (he might)
I got the stuff to keep it goin on all night
Take me down nightmare avenue
Goin down nightmare avenue
I wanna take you too
Sharp as a sabres tooth
Back in my favorite booth
Im getting spanked with cold champagne
Id walk on a razor blade
If youre dressed like a french maid
I get my pleasure out of pain
Im in heaven, Im in hell
Dont wipe that smile off my face
Cant you tell
I see faces in the weirdest places
Please, wont you take me down
Underneath you spell
Oh, oh Im back at midnight (alright)
I drop my keys, could you get em love
Oh, oh baby I might (he might)
I got the stuff to keep it goin on all night
Take me down nightmare avenue
Goin down nightmare avenue
Drive me down nightmare avenue
Lay me down on nightmare avenue
Take me down nightmare avenue
Goin down nightmare avenue
Drive me down nightmare avenue
Lay me down on nightmare avenue
And Ive gonna take you too
song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
All I wanna do.
i wanna fade away,
For this heart ache to go away,
for the tears,
And childish fears,
To leave me alone,
I shut my eyes tight,
And dream of you,
wishing for all of this to end,
For me to wake from this nightmare,
I open my eyes,
And realise i was dreaming of my life,
You barely know me,
What my favourite colour is,
Who my idol is,
Who inspires me,
You know nothing,
You're far away,
Living a perfect life without me,
My bruises still shine,
From where you're words,
You're actions have hit me,
My heart's scars still throb,
Threatening to tear and re-open,
Scars that you created,
That you could prevent.
poem by Charlie Bones
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Role of Soul and Body
The soul and body are integrated
Who governs one’s ego, desire and traits?
Are genes the seat of the soul or body?
Who commits sins and perform virtues?
Who experiences the joy and sorrow?
It is not the soul alone that does them.
It is not the body alone that does them.
Soul and body together manifest
Like the flame and candle together burn.
The struggle of the internal force with
The external force is what we call life.
Our prayers and sacrifices have no sway.
Both are independent and unconcerned.
To sum up, there is only single soul
That runs through the entire living kingdom.
It never dies nor is born with deaths and births.
Its growth is bound by the external force.
The internal force is in continuation
To the external force, which is the God
They have their own agenda to perform.
Your prayers are irrelevant to them.
No soul exists or is reborn after death.
Sins and virtues are not to carry over.
Birth and death are internal occurrence.
To live is the motto of the living things..
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The lake of metaphor
and perhaps I came to poetry too late
to dive, a slimmish youth,
innocent as youth was or is
into the rich waters of the lake of metaphor
fed distantly by mountain springs,
welcoming in its wateriness,
chilling too like a demand for respect,
welcoming and chilling as a life;
a few strokes and already the green bank
and pile of crumpled clothes discarded
quickly distant, and here
in the middle of the lake, the sky
has opened out as if it were
some rival to a mountain-top
and the hands press against
the resistances of language, the palms
flat as between praise and surrender,
cleaving a passage to the depth
and then the shore of metaphor; and
emerging, the sunlight
catching the sparkling water droplets,
the skin shivering but invigorated,
the mind full of life
like a poem rich in metaphor.
Older now,
waiting as in the paintings of Saint Jerome
at his desk walled in by books,
pen poised, eyes uplifted,
spirit, rich, yet
mind not full, but waiting
for the grace of metaphor
like the brushing of a white dove's wing
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The role of soul and body.
The soul and body are integrated
Who governs one’s ego, desire and traits?
Are genes the seat of the soul or body?
Who commits sins and perform virtues?
Who experiences the joy and sorrow?
It is not the soul alone that does them.
It is not the body alone that does them.
Soul and body together manifest
Like the flame and candle together burn.
The struggle of the internal force with
The external force is what we call life.
Our prayers and sacrifices have no sway.
Forces are independent and unconcerned.
To sum up, there is only single soul
That runs through the entire living kingdom.
It never dies nor is born with deaths and births.
Its growth is bound by the external force.
The internal force is in continuation
To the external force, which is God
They have their own agenda to perform.
Your prayers are irrelevant to them.
No soul exists or is reborn after death.
Sins and virtues are not to carry over.
Birth and death are internal occurrence.
To live is the motto of the living things..
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poetry Is A Metaphor
Poetry is a metaphor
For beauty
For deepest feeling
For light
For all kinds of dreams we may not know the name of-
Poetry is a metaphor
For life at its most intense
Poetry is a metaphor for Poetry.
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Is man really courageous?
Is man really courageous?
He who says so
Must be lunatic.
Man fears life,
He fears death,
He fears disease,
He fears failure
And sometimes his success also,
He fears the truth,
He fears honesty,
He fears God
But on his terms,
And above all
He fears himself.
So why should he be called
A courageous?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Adjetey
The world was created for us so,
Why waste your talents? !
And 352 years after the flood,
Abraham was born;
But you and i are alive today to continue creation,
For i am Adjetey from Ghana.
If you drink don't drive and,
If you drive don't drink!
For the outcome is noe what you want me to say;
But, you should have known better!
Life is how you make it and,
The teachings of life will not stop from you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unsatisfied
(Original by The Replacements )
Look me in the eye
then, tell me that I'm satisfied
Was you satisfied?
Look me in the eye
then, tell me that I'm satisfied
Hey, are you satisfied?
And it goes so slowly on
Everything I've ever wanted
Tell me what's wrong
Look me in the eye
and tell me that I'm satisfied
Were you satisfied?
Look me in the eye
then, tell me I'm satisfied
And now are you satisfied?
Everything goes
Well, anything goes all of the time
Everything you dream of
is right in front of you
And every dream is a lie
Look me in the eye
And tell me that I'm satisfed
Look me in the eye
Unsatisfied
I'm so, I'm so unsatisfied
I'm so dissatisfied
I'm so, I'm so unsatisfied
I'm so unsatisfied
Well, I'm-a
I'm so, I'm so unsatisfied
I'm so dissatis,dissattis...
I'm so
song performed by by Counting Crows
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Milestone
I'm not ready to hit you with it just yet.
You know that one that comes...
And says what I may regret.
Like a milestone released,
But should have been kept...
Secretly swept away.
Or better left spoken.
Instead of written for display!
But I live to dare!
Challenged by my own fears,
I stare in the face.
Hoping one day to replace that with sheer joy.
But today, I must say...
I've come prepared to annoy.
Yet...
I want to do that with love!
And there is where I find the conflict!
I wish to say something significant.
To reflect a growth in my development.
But my arrogance prevents me...
To show any hints of that at all.
So I guess that leaves us both satisfied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!