Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.
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on the 26th of July
i will have a room
at the Waterfront Hotel
Room 302
i will be alone
and will not
tell you
that i am there
it will be a big surprise
for you
unless you read this poem
today
there is a promise
in my words
each syllable has
desire
this poem shall be
a poem of passion
for us
this poem shall
not lie
this poem shall wait
for you
this poem shall
give you
so much pleasure
i have taken
already the element
of pain
and disgust
this poem shall see you
and you shall
not be disappointed again
yes, davao on a big day for just the two of us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This is a poem....
This isn't a poem of one direction,
This is a poem about perfection.
This isn't a poem about who won the election,
This is a poem about correction.
This isn't a poem of getting it right,
This is a poem of standing up to fight.
This isn't a poem of being lost like a kite,
This is a poem about trying to find the light.
This isn't a poem of running tears,
This is a poem about chasing your fears.
This isn't a poem of love and hate,
This is a poem of destiny and fate.
This isn't a poem of the end,
This is a poem of a heart unable to mend.
This isn't a poem of cruilty and pain,
This is a poem of a thng i need to gain.
This isn't a poem of shame,
This is a poem of fame.
Thsi isn't a poem of the life i let loose,
THIS IS A POEM OF THE TRUTH.
poem by Tammie LilAimo
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pain and pleasure
To avoid the pain,
Some forgo pleasure.
To embrace pleasure,
Some undergo the pain.
Eyes on pain,
Pleasure is not the pleasure.
Eyes on pleasure.
Pain is not the pain.
12.02.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Poem Not for You
This is not a poem for you
It is a poem to erase you
stoke after stroke
you're almost nowhere now, almost
but something lingers
something permanent, I'm afraid,
something profound
Feel that, that pain?
That pain is not for you
It’s for me
This is not a prayer for you
It’s not my wish for you
It’s not anything
But a far-away break,
A tree falling,
That nobody notices except me
A poem not for you,
No, not for you
A poem for me
A poem to forget
A poem to die by
poem by Jennifer Killian
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Live until your dead
The ties that bind unwinding
The future needs reminding
That differences will always be
Yet pleasure and pain are the same to me
So broken on the inside, maybe the pain is what i need
Cutting on the outside, just to make sure i still bleed
With that pain comes the pleasure, that i am still alive
With that pleasure comes the pain, that my mind now needs to thrive
You live what you learn, someone very smart once said
So find some pleasure in your pain, and live until your dead.
poem by Mistaken Identity Suicidal Tendancy
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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pleassure - The Pin Cushion
'PLEASSURE - THE PIN CUSHION'
esspeecee …08.12.04.
# Compound of -
Pleasure is labile,
But of
Pain is stable
In mind lab. [1]
# Pleasure poses
Neutrino heaviness
Pain up-pulls
Tachyonic buoyancy. [2]
# Pleasure is
Entry to eventuality
Pain is
Exit from eventuality. [3]
# Pleasure is -
Snow ball
Ache-fully swells,
Pain is -
Metal ball
Anesthetically dwindles,
With the friction of life. [4]
# Pleasure is,
The pin cushion -
For de-phonetization,
Pain is pen cushion –
For vocabularization. [5]
# Pleasure is -
Compulsion,
Pleasure is -
Impulsion. [6]
# Pleasure is -
Gourmand ‘give-in’-izer,
Pain is-
Valorous valedictori-zer. [7]
# Pleasure is -
Fate maker,
Pain is -
Fate eraser. [8]
# Pleasure rewrites
Rupture,
Pain rouleaus
Rapture. [9]
# Pleasure is -
Fathomless fear,
Pain is -
Endless cheer. [10]
# Pleasure is
Insolvensization,
Pain is
Capitalization. [11]
# Pleasure is
Insoluble,
But to
Pain solvent. [12]
# Pleasure enjoys short
Muon-ic life,
But pain extends galore
Like giraffe neck. [13]
# Pleasure makes
Beside oneself,
Pain hibernates
Within oneself. [14]
# Pleasure fossilizes
Lo, pain
Evolutionizes. [15]
# Pain is the riches
To be bosomed
With pride,
Pleasure as pollution
To be purged. [16]
# Pleasure is
Allegianced alienations
Pain is
Concreted conglomeration. [17]
~: ANTICLIMAX: ~
Thro’ the spects of
Mundane vision and
In world of relativity,
Pure feeling
All doodles are but
DELUSION!
DELIRIUM! !
DREAM! !
NON-EXITANT! !
CIPHER VALUE! ! !
# PARADOX #
We’re prey,
Puppet
To both ‘P’s,
Pondering ‘P’s as
Perfect.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Nothing..
This poem is not about love..
This poem is not about pain..
This poem is not about the things i have learned...
This poem is not for the broken hearted..
This poem is not for the ones seeking help..
This poem is not for the depressed...
This poem is for no one,
Because no one can contain nothing...
This poem is not filled with wisdom..
This poem was not written with love...
This poem was not written for a lover nor a brother...
This poem was nothing special...
Not quite remarkable....
But it is nothing because that what it was...
Nothing and it will never be anything...
poem by Jenna Marie
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by Aisha Patterson
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Poem.
I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,
I like the story.
poem by David Carter
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Satiety
Fatigued..
This moment..
Golden jubilee carrying on to Diamond
Wheeling, rolling pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure
Yes
Treasured life measured of pain and pleasure
Fatigued
Uncertainty? yes
Bloody plexus, pain-pleasure nexus
Sixtyplus terrified
White and black, bright and dark..
Yes
God is fair, unfair
Enough, enough
Yet just one wish
Just enough to retire eternal
Only in fair God
poem by Indira Renganathan
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This Poem Has Feelings
This poem has feelings
This a poem of sorrow, hurt and pain
This is a poem of struggle, sufferation and poverty
This poem has feelings
Stabbing beats
kill my joy with a sad song
This poem will speak
This poem will fight
This poem is angry
This poem has feelings
Cruel thoughts run and rule my thinking
Uncognitive, unrational, jut cold and hardhearted
This poem has feelings
poem by Zanele Mavuso
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Write Poem
Write write write
And write poem and write
Till you cross the poem
And to cross the poem
You have to write and write
And write.
Look,
Child is here
Moon is here
Look
Here is flower
Here is water
You are here
To write poem
On different color
That give you pleasure
Pleasure is the
Ultimate aim of creature.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My Wishes For You
i wish that you finally decide to choose
a poem and make it a poem
in your lifetime
the one that is ugly at first
but which does not give up to search for ways to become
another beautiful poem
i wish that you finally give up
on being a doubter
and simply be an ordinary wanderer
not thinking of anything else
but wonder
the one whose innocence is always a blank wall
and free to the ways of the confetti
one who looks up to the heavens and says
how beautiful are the stars!
even if there are none
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poem Of All The Places I Have Never Been
THE POEM OF ALL THE PLACES I HAVE NEVER BEEN
The poem of all the places I have never been
The poem of all the dreams I have not seen
The poem of others poems written in lines I have never imagined
The poem of the infinite – what-is- not and ‘what- will- never- be
The poem of seas and suns and sounds and Shakespeare’s sonnets,
The poem of words and only words whose sounds do not mean what we feel
The poem of all I would not and cannot write
The poem that is not and never will be in me
The poem I do not write
The poem I am not
The poem lost
The poem which itself is not a poem
The poem of the last contradiction and the first
The poem beyond the poem hidden within the poem
The poem which will never be a poem
The poem which is not
The poem I cannot dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No One Can Write A Poem For All The Pain Of The World
NO ONE CAN WRITE A POEM FOR ALL THE PAIN OF THE WORLD
No one can write a poem for all the pain of the world-
No one can write a poem that can truly heal another’s suffering-
A poem may help in a small way sometimes,
It may bring a bit of light,
But it rarely can cure-
So many I know have sufferings,
And so many need help.
A poem is a prayer to God
For help for those suffering-
May more kindness come to the world
And your and our pain
Be less.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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After The Filth Has Been Filtered
After the filth has been filtered,
And drained from minds forced to open...
There will be more honest discussions,
Attempted and made...
Between those in shadows,
And those accustomed to giving shade.
After the filth has been filtered.
With more uninhibited wishes,
From those who escaped away from those days...
When people were afraid to remove those masks,
Some homemade...
That did not convey true portrayals.
But were worn instead,
To deny and hide themselves with choices to be led.
And after the filth has been filtered,
More of life for them begins.
More of life is felt and shared.
With the necessity of charades and masquerades,
For them to end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Said ' When I Grow Old
I SAID, ‘WHEN I GROW OLD’
I said,
‘When I grow old
My poem will not be
a sad poem'-
My poem will be a poem
In memory
Of all the good I have known in my life-
Now I am old
And my poem is of pain and sadness also-
But the poem of gladness
The song of my soul
The poem of joy
Remains.
Oh how beautiful this life can be
When walking and singing free
Night is a reverie.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Winter Poem Is A Cold Poem
THE WINTER POEM IS A COLD POEM
The winter poem is a cold poem
It is a poem seeking warmth
It wants to feel a comfort
In being at home
But the cold is deep
And so dark
And the pain so rigid in its breaking
That no light can heat it
And no sun can thaw it
And nothing not even the bright blue skies of another time
Can make one forget it.
The winter poem is a hard poem and a cold poem
And the soul of that poem is as loveless as death.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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