I never desire to converse with a man who has written more than he has read.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Writings to read stand
Poems are written to read or sing
Plays are written to read or act.
Anything written to read leaves
The readers free with their imagination.
07.11.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Angel In Pink Converse
She flew right past me one day,
My eyes must have been blinded by her light,
For seconds later she was gone.
So she must have been an angel,
I fell in love with an angel in pink Converse.
Before I could stop and say ‘hello’,
She’d flown away,
And I could only remember the image of
The angel in pink Converse,
My angel in pink Converse.
If all angels were like she,
I would glad die to join them all,
But could they be more beautiful
Than the angel in pink Converse,
My angel in pink Converse.
Maybe, maybe,
Someday she’ll fly again my way,
And I would stop and talk for awhile,
To the angel in pink Converse,
My angel in pink Converse.
Perhaps they all wear Converse in Heaven?
©Charlie F. Kane
24/04/07
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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It's written in here/Ovdje pise
It's written in here all that hurts
it's written in here all that laughs
it's written in here all that wants
it's written in here all that waits
it's written in here in every tear
it's written in here read beneath
or do not read at all
it's written in here butterflies in heart
it's written in here all dresses torn
it's written in here twilight and dawn
it's written in here clocks in the soul
it's written in here in every tear
it's written in here read beneath
or do not read at all
ovdje piše sve što boli
ovdje piše sve što se smije
ovdje piše sve što hoće
ovdje piše sve što čeka
ovdje piše u svakoj suzi
ovdje piše čitaj ispod
ili ne ćitaj uopšte
ovdje piše leptiri u srcu
ovdje piše rašivene halje
ovdje piše zore i sutoni
ovdje piše satovi u duši
ovdje piše u svakoj suzi
ovdje piše čitaj ispod
ili ne čitaj uopšte
2009.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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If You Need Scriptures....
if you need scriptures,
read the scriptures written
on the walls of your soul!
read the scriptures written
in trees, in rocks, in rivers.
read the scriptures written
in the broken alley.
in the homeless man's eyes,
in the addict's desperation,
in the shuffle of jobless feet.
in the cry of the newborn baby,
in the lovers moan of fulfillment,
the scriptures written
in the sweet darkness of night,
in the jail cell,
in the picket line,
in the monk who sets himself
on fire for freedom and justice,
in all the colors of equality...
in the hungry child's hand reaching out...
read them, know them, be them!
life testifies to the living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Never say, Never again
Never
Say never again
If you ever say, never again
You shall never be able to
Say never again
Even when you want to
Say never again
So say if not now
Than may be
Sometime later
But never say, never again
If you can’t understand
What I have written
Then read again
But for god sake
Do not say
Never again
You shall read anything
On never again
And please do not ask
Why I have written?
So much on never again
The answer is very simple
So that you read it
Again and again
And than say
Oh! my god
Never again
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Even those who write against fame wish for the fame of having written well, and those who read their works desire the fame of having read them.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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It is said that desire is a product of the will, but the converse is in fact true: will is a product of desire.
quote by Denis Diderot
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When You Read Me
When you read me...
Look into my eyes.
There you will find my heart.
And my soul...
You will discover,
Exposed!
When you read me.
When you read me...
Feel me deep and come closer.
I want my breath,
To heat upon your neck.
I want to lick the nape of it.
And I wish my lips for you to possess.
And when you read me,
Trembling in my arms to hold.
You would know then,
I am...
To be taken quite seriously.
When you read me...
Your hunger and desire,
Will be fed to throb for more and more.
In an approval,
That will bait to keep you hooked!
When you read me,
You will know...
I am like no other!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Would Like It Better If
If I wrote to be liked,
I would not be read.
And I do like that some read,
What I write!
But I would like it better,
If I was fed...
By what it is I've said that is written...
And read by those who read what I wrote!
Finding a nibble to afford,
Liked And nourishes...
To feed the reader something read,
Coming from this writer's head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something In Context Loses Its Content
I hope you aren't sitting on everything that is said?
I hope something is taken away,
And the rest is put to bed.
Trying to remember everything,
Can and will clog your head.
Like trying to comprehend...
Why the use of a verb,
Pronoun.
Or even the style of something you've read.
Opposes to 'why' it is written instead!
Or a preposition used that ends a sentence?
When a proposition...
May be a desired modification,
To proclaim a predication!
And something in context loses its content,
To come to make little sense.
Even when re-read again...
Whatever has been written to be read,
Will have a period applied to emphasis the end.
Or an exclamation like this-->!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did You Understand It?
You've written something with several typographical errors.
And I question the correctness of your language usage.
Plus it had been written in mixed tenses.
I read it more than once.
And after the third reading it finally dawned on me,
You may have done this intentionally.
'Did you understand it?
What it was I tried to do? '
I'm not sure.
'How would you critique it? '
I don't know if I can.
'And you read it three times? '
At least.
'Why should I bother to correct it?
If 'you' read something I wrote...
THREE times?
And you have never expressed any interest before?
In anything I've ever done?
Why should I correct it?
This is the first time you and I have communicated,
In years.
Who knew...
All it took was a few errors,
To get you to give me what I have been wanting.
Here...
Read this! '
Your first and third lines rhyme.
But the rest of it...
Well,
I think this is a bunch of garbage.
'Thank you.
And all this time,
You had me believing...
You didn't care.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Converse In Silence
when ego declines
your heart's insistence;
love,
converse in silence..
when words cease to exist
and mind repudiates;
love,
converse in silence..
when each word you say
is always held against;
love,
converse in silence..
asked to quit the game
far worse, you couldn't complain;
love's
too terse with silence!
Will The Poem Written Today/ Read Well Tomorrow?
WILL THE POEM WRITTEN TODAY/ READ WELL TOMORROW?
Will the poem written today
Read well tomorrow?
Will what seems so right now
Last beyond the time of its being said?
Or am I a poet of the present moment only
Who in the saying believes in what is said
And who fails in the long – term reflection?
What will remain of all my ‘presents’
And all those times of writing
And feeling it is true?
Years from now
Long after I will be able to read any poem
Will these lines mean anything
To anyone?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Embody The Invisible
I demand nothing, but I want it all
what privilege do we have under the sun,
that gives us the right to the throne?
species come and go, but the earth stands forever fast
all river runs towards the sea, but the sea is never full
to discover the loneliness and be to proud to show the wounds
will forever wander alone through the years
but I won't let you near
begging for you to understand
the fear that lives in my soul
which is an untouched spring
read, what is written on the silent mouth
what is written in the soul
for which is written in the shining silence
we all have to read
my body will be bent from the burdens
when the shaking floor of life-force
reveal its chasm underneath
if only one could be two steps ahead
song performed by by In Flames
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The less we read the Word of God, the less we desire to read it, and the less we pray, the less we desire to pray.
quote by George Muller
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Gratis Et Amore
for the poems that i have written
and which you read
by heart, i bless you with a prayer for luck
for another year
for the poems which i have not written yet,
i wish you a longer life, so you may read them
when they become finally written
for the poems i have in mind and which i will not write
i wish you patience i wish you some prayers
may these poems realize their worth
may they decide to become truths
with you i pray that God may be also kind
for those still unspoken
and may God bless your mind
may they open up like tight buds to become the flowers
of the world, the sun to warm them, the rain to shower them
may these poems live and linger
may they be like grass always unswerving to grow and cover everything
alive and loving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Drama Named Desire*(originally Titled 'passion')
desire hurled
into the wilderness of passion
hits back with the force
of a boomerang
desire burning the core
leaves one exhausted
throws one as a ragged doll
into a nondescript corner
desire flying high
falls flat to ground
like a wounded bird
directionlessly directed
this intiguing drama of desire
has no written script...
*edited on sarvesh kulkarni's suggestion
16sep2009
21.43hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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An Ever Open Door
Desire to live, love and dream
Desire to desire more
Desire is the flirtiest whim
It's an ever open door.
Desire to touch you once
Desire to break into a dance
Desire to hold your hand
Desire to build on sand!
It's an ever open door
You desire and desire more!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Thw~E Hidden
It always comes back to the same thing, something
I should remember, But am unwilling to do so; and
it may not be important, just a passing thought
fluctuating through my day, something I read or said:
I must remember this. The "this" Is quickly forgotten
but leaves behind restlessness, dissatisfaction;
pointing to a place I have not had the courage to go.
It will come to me sooner or later, perhaps it hides in
The sentences I have just written, like a cannot see it
words. Carefully read what I have written to see if
the essential is included.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Every Poem That Is Not Written
EVERY POEM THAT IS NOT WRITTEN
Every poem that is not written
Sings another poem
That is not read.
And every poem that is not read
Waits in its own silence
Until
The Universe itself
Becomes Poetry
And God sings to us
As if we too
The poet and the poem
Were the singer and the song
Unknown.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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