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Looking Down At My Reflection
Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle at my feet
Things don't seem so real down there
Or maybe I don't see
I see no satrvation
I don't see any pain
I see myself not helping
Just a lonner in the rain
Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle in the ground
Things are getting clearer now
I can see a thunder cloud
I see gross injustice
I see evil men
I see myself repeating
The same old words again
Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle lying there
Now I decide to change my mind
And show the world I care
I care about my fellow man
Being taken for a ride
I care that things start changing
But there's no one on my side
song performed by by Ub40
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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His Light For You Will Always Shine
May the sun always brighten your path to lead your way,
let the sun warm your path to happiness and for you bring glorious days.
Never hesitate to stop and pick a flower along your way,
this to represent life to it's fullest extent.
If rain begins to puddle your path, look up to the Heavens,
if there's no sun, remember the light is still there.
The light of God's son will always shine for you,
just follow his word and on the right path you will stay
your whole life through.
Let the sun be your mirror each day, let it reflect
your beautiful memories of past days.
A blanket the sun will be for you, warming
you to your very heart, with ever ray.
In darkness, when the sun doesn't shine, God's son
will still provide a light for you. His light will always
remain in your heart, and be a guide for you through, all time,
Just look to the Heavens, the light will always shine.
poem by Ruth warren
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Wonder
Amid the clouds and darkness,
my soul perches itself on the rooftop of the world.
Staring down, peering long,
into the fleeting puddle on the barren sun baked floor.
Drop by drop,
lifting into the heavens.
Like a lost soul,
searching for its ending.
As we all watch,
and envy its celestial path,
I wonder.
If demons and angels alike envy us the same
awed in our sinful ways.
Reaching their outstretched arms to the ends of their capabilities,
until only a teardropp filled the puddle once again,
until the ocean sucks the moisture out of hell itself.
As I peered long from the basement of the earth,
watching in silence,
the coveted, air like fineness,
whispered to me and said-
'Gold or led, happiness or dread, none will be satisfied without endless regret.'
poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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SUICIDE is not a WANT but a NEED
Suicide is what I want
Suicide is what I need
To live without these feelings
growing within me.
You said I cut for attention
You were right on some level.
In the beginning that is what it was for
Attention.
But even though you found out
you left me alone without care or doubt
you thought that after seeing a counsler
I would be just fine
but I want what is supposed to be mine
the attention of others
and no lonliness for thee
its what I want
not these feelings within me.
Pain and suffering
is what I feel now
Pain and suffering
there is no hope now.
If you wished to help me
give up your hope
for now I am
eternally broke.
The puddle is bigger
The puddle is black
The puddle is swelling
and cannot come back.
My blood rushes forth
in a river of red
till it congrigates
and Im dead.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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On That Path
I'm on that path,
So was my mother,
I'm on that path,
Just like my brother.
I'm on that path,
I didn't know my father,
I'm on that path,
And i am the master.
I'm on that path,
upon the good, straying from evil.
I'm on that path-
There is no cheating.
I'm on that path,
God knows i need him.
I'm on that path,
and i hope i'm never leaving ;)
the HEARTbraker
poem by Madina Morr
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Tinged With Oil
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
empty cars locked,
rusting in the warmth.
empty bottles, cigarette butts,
and ghosts walking quickly,
going nowhere, leaving a trail
of nothing behind.
stray dogs, beat down stop signs,
people afraid to touch,
much less to feel...
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lifes path
There are so many paths in life
I guess I could say
I ve walked them all
The right path
The wrong path
The path of pain
The path of good
The path of bad
Which path do I now take
At this present time of life
The path I take is the path of pain.
The path of hurt
So many paths I have walked
But im lost in the path
The path of pain
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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After Reading An Epic Fantasy
Quite suddenly, full blown,
out of the chubby cheeks of an infant wind,
a leaf landed on a mud-puddle,
like a strange, crude vessel launched
on a fathomless cafe au lait sea.
It tacked eastward for seven ticks of time
then lost its course in a birthday candle blow.
Later, by the sun-shrunken mud-puddle
that had beached the curled brown leaf,
an ant swam a minuscule cove.
But it was a gigantic monster,
and I saw the horrific peril of yet another episode
in the epic from which I'd been excluded,
too huge to be viewed
even as a comprehensible god.
poem by Larry Kimmel
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I have *PRIDE* in myself
I tripped
I fell
Into a massive dirty puddle
I ran home embarressed
I accidently ripped my trousers
on the back
my pink hearted pants were showing
I ran to the toilets in shame
My bag broke and fell on the floor
All my books flew everywhere
and I had to chase them
I lowered my head in disbelieve
But still I have pride in myself
the next day I came to school smiling
I walked around the puddle
I wore shorts under my new trousers
And I got a new bag
Today was the day that I got to
walk with my head held high and a massive
grin across my face
I still have pride in myself
poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
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A path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself alone, one question. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use.
Carlos Castaneda in The Teachings of Don Juan (1968)
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The Lonely Path
One one lonely Lonely lonely one Lonely lonely Londoner I am very very lonely Loneliness is killing me in a lonely path I am frustrated Lonely at heart At the lonely path of London street, i walk on a lonely path The path that is wide is noisy very busy The lonely path is the narrow path very peaceful We all want peace
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Divergent Faith
A path; continued In time
For self interest
Not of mine, other
This path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
The path in between
Two segments of brain.
Thin, enkindled with light of own.
Difference! The path in between two segments
Knows how to meet with.
And, this path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
Drenched late autumn with
Glamorous night & quiet mist
Likely go in for convergence.
Dew laps faith
This dropp of faith
Seems to dark
Dazzling spark.
The path of late autumn
Encircle the wreath of faith
And, this path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
Eternal path
An elisium of solemn soul
Who burn with passion.
Time; a narrow passing mate
Although the path live
In the course time.
And, this path is not of meet with
Rather divergent faith.
poem by Onon Sarker
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A story …nothing to say
Flying in the sky wasn't enough
I choose the path to have which was rough.
Dignity and pride moving along with me,
I was the brave one whom all want see.
Like the sky was not enough as much as I thought,
I choose the path but soon the path trouble me too.
Now I am helpless neither I am in sky nor in the path,
What could I do except to survive, cry or die.
Answer
Oh! Little fellow sorry to hear you
But your mouth is not the only mouth to listen,
And your ear is not that which only listen what you speak.
Can you tolerate all of them as you are,
nor in the sky and the path you choose.
I m sorry I can do nothing coz in sky difficult to fly,
In path difficult to survive.
Do what you like, return alone in the sky or choose the next path as you like.
But thing about those dam dignity and pride,
Which will kick you through out the life.
poem by Amar Ghimire
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Don't look for a sea when you can drown in a puddle.
A Dark illusion
Walking in a dark path
No help reached out to me
Walking in a dark path
Blind and still can't see
Walking in a dark path
Heart beats no longer heard
Walking in a dark path
Not even the sound of a bird
Walking in a dark path
Where am i is this real?
Walking in a dark path
No, it cant be, I've healed.
poem by Yolanda Salas
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The sun loses nothing by shining into a puddle.
When an ant says 'ocean', he's talking about a puddle.
I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.
quote by Lance Loud
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The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
quote by e.e. cummings
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roadside puddle
a street dog
licks the winter moon
haiku by Chenou Liu
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