If my life were a song the title would be 'The Comeback Kid.'
quote by Stefano Langone
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One Of Your Tears
Did u get the tape I sent u
I thought it be better in a song
Better than the used condom u sent me
Baby that was wrong
All the things a brother had 2 picture
I see him doing things witcha
I see his hand in the small of your back
I see his face in between
The king and queen in fact
Sometimes I wanna die and comeback as one of your tears
If I could just disappear
Ceace 2 exist
Ceace 2 be here
Want me
U dont want me, Im not worth the air that I breathe
I wish I could dissappear
Sometimes I wanne die and comeback as one of your tears
(shoodebedotedoom)
Im dying
Sometimes I wanne die and comeback as one of your tears
Sometimes I wanne die and comeback as one of your tears
song performed by by Prince
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The sing of song
it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound
a song in our eyes
a song in our ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
We are singing the song
without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always
a song in a single colour
that we don't see
many colours
much colours
unknown colours
this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song of one very old woman
Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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The comeback kid (song)
The comeback kid
~
I walked into am ambush I was overrun
Got caught out by feelings and thoughts
Led to into a limbo dance I became mystified
And this was just the beginning
~
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a comeback to behold
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a place to come back to
~
They say in every song there is a story
In every poem a tale is hid from view
The are many things we will come to say
And I guess that is just our little way
~
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a comeback to behold
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a place to come back to
~
Now where do we go from here
It’s a situation I am not used to
I’m all confused I have no clue
Can you take my hand, lead me from here
To where’ve you wish to
~
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a comeback to behold
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a place to come back to
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a comeback to behold
I forgot about love, then remembered you
What a place to come back to
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Silence
Today I heard a song
that whispered through the trees
and was shouted by the breeze.
It was an enchanting song
of which no words
would ever fit.
If they did,
they would only spoil it.
The song had a title
and the title was simply silence.
So in the morning hours
I sat and listened for a while
refreshing my senses
with its rhapsody
in the morning
not far from me.
22 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Song In Me
My life is a song
when i walk i feel the beat..
walking thru your streets
hold on take a seat..
from the beats of my feet
to the singing in my head..
Long lasting song
so i never gave it a title..
my life is a song
so this song will keep going
as long as i go..
poem by Steven Pimentel
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Wandering Class
I thought that
nothing, nothing, nothing
can make me cry again
I thought I
forget, forget, forget
those scars and pain
but no, it's
comeback, comeback, comeback
and leaks my eyes
I should not beat down
I should grow stronger
and everything will be fine
I will not always cry
like nowhere child
and nothing to be done
but hey, you
won't know and
I will cry alone
I'm tired
to be puppet and must be
someone's else
I can't hold it
that's enough
my heart is shattered
Can I stop
and relax and
nobody ask me why?
why don't find any jobs
why don't go to school
like anybody does?
I'm in wandering class
give time to think
who I am
but do you
want to understand and
stay by my side?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Title
Give a title
Pursue it.
Giving title is in your hand
After giving title it is you
To go behind it.
Through this title
You are going to search truth
And the secret of truth
Though the title is
Not based on truth.
Title given on imagination
And imaginary world is not real world.
Without imagination
You can not go anywhere
You can not achieve anything.
It is your imagination
That pull and push you.
From the starting
You are wandering
With the title
You have given.
Unless you forget
All that are yours
You can not reach me.
Go not with anything.
Come to me only
Come to me in empty.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Starts/Ends/Thoughts/Randoms of Poem that Are in Progress
Poem title: Unknown 1
Like a line in a song
Like a letter in word
Poem title: Unknown 2
Keeps you sane
But keeps the pain
Poem title: Unknown 3
Starved for help
Thirsty to be free
Poem title: Free
So turn the key
and unlock the door
set your self free
from this cage
Open the door
and let yourself through
poem by Jenn Koning
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Song of the World
such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song
poem by Rachel Stoddard
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Comeback
A path has gone towards a river
Wayfarers move along with this
People come from the other side of the river
Most of them are unknown strange
The known people go across
Do they return their own vicinity
The river comeback in high tide
Only those who pass in quest of river
Never comeback
poem by Tapas Baidya
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Pot Kettle Black
Crazy rides rockets
Who has a magic wand
Empty out your pockets
Words without a song
I myself have found a real rival in myself
I am hoping for a re-arrival of my health
Sleeping eye sockets
Baby suck your thumb
Ill keep you in my locket
A string I never strum
Its become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
Youre tied in a knot
But Im not gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every songs a comeback
Every moments a little bit later
Lazy locomotives
Wherever you may roll
I think you have no motive
I know you have no home
Its become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
Youre tied in a knot
But Im not gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every songs a comeback
Every moments a little bit later
Every moments a little bit later
Every moments a little bit later
Every moments a little bit later
song performed by by Wilco
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So Near, Yet So Far
With each new day that comes along
my heart bursts out with another song
of love and longing for that which is
always calling me like an eternal whiz.
'So near yet so far' is a term often used
to describe the distance which is abused
between us and that which is our goal
and all we have to do is realise our soul.
We'll find sooner or later the Treasured Pearl
around which all of our existence does whirl.
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Note:
This poem appears in my unpublished book along with two other poems on the same page under the title of 'Three By Ten'. I have herein given it a new title for this submission.
Please see also my other poem titled 'Within Us'.
poem by George Krokos
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Ridiculous
Try not to talk when there's nothing to say
Kept bottled up, we get carried away
Then I fall, then I fall down
Then we fall down
And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous
A pocket full of posies
We fall down on the inside, pretty on the outside
Turn it around, can we turn it around
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now
But it's looking up
A second chance, a much better day
A sunset that just won't go away
Then I fall, then I fall down
We all fall down
And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous
A pocket full of posies
We fall down on the inside, pretty on the outside
Turn it around, can we turn it around
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now
But it's looking up
And you know you said, you'd never end up this way
Close the door behind you, I just wanna stay for awhile
We all fall down, we all fall down, we all fall down
Down on the inside, pretty on the outside
Turn it around, can we turn it around
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now
Down on the inside, pretty on the outside
Turn it around, can we turn it around
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now
But it's looking up
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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I'm Singing
I’m Singing…
I’m Singing a New Song…
Deep Inside my Heart…
It’s a Song…that is different from any other song I have sung before…
It is a Song of…
A Song of Hope,
A Song of Love,
A Song of Fate,
A Song of Peace,
A Song of Friendship,
A Song of Family,
A Song of Life,
A Song of Healing,
A Song of Strength,
A Song of Courage,
A Song of Light,
A Song of Flight…
My Heart is beginning to Soar…
I’m finally starting to Fly…
I’m Singing…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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The Unabashed Poet
The Unabashed Poet
I stand before you to defy death
Remove the smirks
The ants and the bees
Off your face
Remove the grimaces
And chase the annoying smurfs.
I am neither a fool
Nor a tool
Of this sick society
Which is drowning in the sea
Of hypocrisy.
I want to defy death
I want to see the other side
Of the mountainside
And subsequently return to earth
To dictate countless stories
Like in the movies
Where the plots are perfect
And the special effects are incredibly surreal
I want to comeback to erect
Statues and to make a big deal
Out of this uneventful experience
I want to comeback to make sense
Out of everything:
Life and death; love and hate
I want to comeback to talk about nothing
About us, you, me and my fate.
Sometimes facial expressions
Are more understood than verbal descriptions.
I stand before you to challenge your intellect
Believe me my friends; no one is perfect.
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poem by Hebert Logerie
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Ridiculus
Don't try to talk when there's nothing to say.
Kept bottled up, we get carried away.
Then I fall, then I fall down.
Then we fall down.
And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.
A pocket full of posies..
We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.
A second chance, a much better day.
A sunset that just won't go away.
Then I fall, then I fall down.
We all fall down.
And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.
A pocket full of posies..
We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.
And you know you said you'd never end up this way.
Close the door behind you, i just wanna stay for a while.
We all fall down, we all fall down, we all fall..
Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.
Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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If my life was a song the title would probably be 'Clumsy', 'cause I'm clumsy.
quote by Pia Toscano
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If my life was a song the title would be 'Naima'.
quote by Naima Adedapo
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Each One Needs a Title
Each one needs a title.
It's not enough to call them by their first names.
Or not be introduced,
Without hearing one's résumé.
And they are serious too.
They want people to know they've earned degrees.
They quickly reveal where they live, what they drive.
And where they eat to be fed the best cruisine.
Each one needs a title.
Something that widens eyes a lot.
Some are overheard saying,
Where they vacation and shop.
Who has a nanny!
And which ones do not.
Who employs a housekeeper.
And which services some had to stop.
Each one needs a title.
At least one impressive enough...
For tongues to wag,
And jaws to drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sing Of A Song Of Life
a song in our eyes
a song in our imagery ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says
beyond future, beyond distances, beyond nothing,
a song that resembles your life, so tell it
in a song as if you were telling it in a story
poem by Anye'a B. Pinnock
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