Every animal leaves traces of what it was; man alone leaves traces of what he created.
quote by Jacob Bronowski
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Traces (Life Poem)
Traces of memories we leave in verse,
Which capture moments in time, that
Become invisible, once they are gone.
Traces of what we are and do and can do,
In our life from the day we are born, until
We die, a summation of hopes and fears.
Traces are the sticky air between, hope
Fulfilled and the fears conquered, while
Life flows slowly towards an endless sea.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Pavements
there are traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
sadly looking at us
pavements are like history on strata and decaying leaves
there are booksful of words on the pavements
on the pavements
there are faces
ı haVE BEEN ACquı Nted with
looking at me lonely and sadly
the pavements look as they have come from above
and constructed there
on the pavements
there are many memories carved
there are lonely traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
we tread on
ı have acquinted with... faces look at me sadly and lonely
the pavements must have drunk from various waters
from many sourCes and fountains
who guesses who passed and gone on this pavements?
there are traces on the pavements
there are faces on the pavements
looking at me..lonely and sadly
when ı walk
and stroll on them lonely and slowly and slowly
Ali TÜRK KESKİ N Translatı on Metin SAHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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Until That Day
War visits
too many places
traces blood markings
upon too many generations
War arrives
as old men decide
just where and when
to send young men to die
War leaves
too many faces
wearing traces of scars
which worm their way inward
then persist to endure as long as men live
because old men required young men should give
greater share than their bodies and minds had to spare
War will persist
as long as old men insist
So will war visit, again and again
Till the day young men decide it must end
and turn their guns instead - on those old men
poem by Mary Havran
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Who leaves no traces in the field, will be put to shame at harvest.
True Love Leaves No Traces
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
Through windows in the dark
The children come, the children go
Like arrows with no target
Like shackles made of snow
Chorus
True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
Its lost in our embraces
Like stars agains the sun
As a falling leaf may rest
A moment on the air
So your head upon my breast
So my hand upon your hair
And many nights endure
Without a moon or star
So will we endure
When one is gone and far
Chorus
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Sorrowing Hearts
In death, each life that passes
touches many in different ways
from the closest
to those who knew them briefly.
Their passing leaves sadness,
but also leaves joy
that they are no longer suffering
from our mortal wounds
as they leave traces
of what they were
in the hearts of others who knew them
in small and different ways.
They live on in others
long after they are gone,
after the pain has eased
on the sorrowing hearts.
(6 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Cane smoke traces
in the late arvo sky.
animal sketches
haiku by Frederick Kesner
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For My Teacher
when I look back I see little traces keep running until now
all traces of it still made an impression with both memory
I know you never cared at all the praise
do you expect from us is to be the people who would be useful for life
O God, bestow all the blessings and love Thee in those who to this day still are in our temporary modesty, many are in adequacy
but we will never forget all the services that never existed
let us invoke heaven for them
aameen
One Morning
the unbearable night
closes the eyes
to an imagined sleep
the following morning
traces of black stripes appear
on the linings of the eyes
the other one understands
when love fades
leaving traces of sighs
and what
ifs
one morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Traces Of Autumn
Traces of autumn
Traces of autumn
poem by Aldo Kraas
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If you can see it... be it
See the lines on time worn faces
Be the veins in Autumn’s leaves
See the crowd…be the spaces
See the clover…be the bees
See the shore… misty places
Be the sand, cleansed by the seas
Tell us of the intrinsic traces
While we listen at your knees
See the world…give us a look
Through your eyes…be a book
poem by David Whalen
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Thin Spirits
Another face
Another empty space
The feelings fade
And all the lonely ones are left hiding
Your spirits so thin
Theres nothing left to take
Without rhyme or reason
You point the other way
I dont need to watch as
You go down in flames
I said over and over
The water comes
And leaves its faint traces
Youre bored to tears
Ill keep you here but you wont listen
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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A crime in the dark of night
Under the cover of the drowsy night,
I see a very painful sight,
On the outskirts of the city,
A crime is born out of pity,
The crime is henious in nature,
Modesty experiences a fracture,
Who are these awesome faces,
I saw on them no traces,
No traces of shame and modesty,
Humanity seems to be void of honesty,
They are waiting for the customers,
They can be both old and new comers,
No job for them is a better substitute,
For each one of them is a prostitute.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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George Edmunds' Song
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
poem by Charles Dickens
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Midnight Traces
Before the dawn steals, the midnight traces
to replace them with scarlet hues
souls of unleashed fury roam
in the shadows of discontent
with their harrowing screams
against the bondage that keeps them there.
Sunrise breaks the spells of midnight
forcing its demons to retreat
back to whence they came
releasing the souls to silent sleep,
to rest in their slumber
before the midnight traces fall again.
poem by David Harris
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Falling Leaves
Summer has passed, but
The weather is still fair.
The once leaf-laden trees,
Are, now, almost bear.
Leaves spiral down;
Spinning round and round,
Until, at last, they
Reach the ground.
The once green leaves,
Have now grown old,
And have created below,
A carpet of red, brown, and gold.
Whipped around by the wind,
The fallen leaves, float and fly.
A sudden gust of wind, catches them,
Sending them, sailing up high.
Leaves crunch underfoot;
They curl and decay.
There's a musty smell in the air,
As they slowly, waste away.
Soon the leaves will be gone,
And where they once had lain,
Will be just their lacy skeleton;
Soon, only an impression will remain.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Undue Glory
A singer searches different channels
And retains traces of music found good
In the music that he has composed.
A writer searches different sources
And retains traces of portions found good
In the essays that he has developed.
Thus comes glory to artists unduly.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Like A Leaf
i will pass this world
like a blown leaf
to the north by the south winds
there will be abrupt changes
just the ripening of the life
of a leaf
from green to yellow
to orange and then to gray
to dryness crumpling
into dust
who will not be dust?
we all are
but all of you are leaving traces
like a footstep
a child a parcel of land
a will
how can i make some traces
on the path of the
wind?
there shall be none
for a whisper has no bars to hold on
a sound has no box to stay
a spoken word
has no room for sleeping.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forest Of Berries
The forest expected it, the woods create,
A storm has arrived with the leaves;
Wind blew and created, the leaves turned,
Bellies adjusted to the food.
What were berries? The berry is wonderful,
For the strawberry is the best.
A forest of leaves crazes me, as no other,
Never in too many lives does it create.
Tomorrow it lies with leaves and more,
The best berries are for me, the law;
When are you expected to dance?
The hour is near when the berries are present.
poem by Naveed Akram
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