Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me.
quote by Isaac Rosenberg
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Thanks!
Thanks for all your appreciation
I value it alot
Normally no-one cares
And they all just call me a swat
Thanks for all your appreciation
It's boosted my confidence
Poems are my passion
And stop me putting up a fence
Thanks for all your appreciation
You helped me see sense
Thank you so much
Because most people are against
Thanks for your appreciation
You're the only ones who care
I now beleive in myself
I really do, I swear
Thanks for your appreciation
It really is appreciated
And once again
Thanks to you all
For being so updated
poem by Becky Ginn
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Poetical Rules
Poetical forms
should serve, and not be served,
what, deserved, conforms?
Muse poetical
mocks lock's lined paradox box, shocks
re...role versicle
Poetical rules
should be ingrained then ignored,
only the heart schools
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Poetical Injustice,
Poetical Injustice,
They say poetry is all the feign verses,
It's a lie,
A big lie,
Poetry liers and false prophets,
To write false feigned verses,
Maybe like poetic injustice,
The vices I hate,
Hate poems,
Never knew anything about optimism,
Poetical blasphemies,
The false samaritan,
The Jezebel,
I saw her here,
Telling me,
Poet is the lie,
This is a Blasphemy,
Poet came from the true prophets,
The Saint's of these verses,
Words are life,
To speak Poetry in parables solved the mystery,
Poetry in parables, ?
What was it's meaning, ?
It was written,
All about truths and lies,
Eventually written,
Now I see,
Poetry is the Euphony,
The enigma,
The Spirit of Realism,
Nihilism, all the diction,
Poetical Justice,
Taste's like a web on all hall that never fade or fake,
But increase with depth,
Depth of realness, Poetical analysis,
Lyrical genius,
Poetical liers got to end,
Tell the Stars all about these,
For my message will go everwhere.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Nothing is poetical if plain daylight is not poetical; and no monster should amaze us if the normal man does not amaze.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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Bursting Through
I'm counting stars
Lying under
Watching you through my walls
All the lights have gone out
I know you're listening now
You've been spinning around
Turning slowly
Orbiting round my house
It's a feeling I guess (Single Version: "It's a feeling I get")
I know you're listening now
Warm me today
Warm me today
Filter in my lonely room
Warm me today
Warm me today
Look outside the sun it's
Bursting through
Bursting through oh it's
Filling up this room
Now my fingers are cold
But I have touched you
You're all I need to know
Don't fade from me now
I know you're listening somehow
All you can give
All you can give
Twisting bright
It's more than light it's
All you can give
All you can give
Look outside the sun it's
Bursting through
Bursting through
Oh it's filling up this room
Warm me today
Warm me today
Look outside the sun it's
Bursting through
Bursting through
Oh it's filling up this room
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
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T2
the green tiles of the garage
reinvent this old house
it is more livable now
the hammock newly washed
the shoes newly brushed and
the table newly painted
this house has reinvented itself
into something more admirable
decent, confident, renewed,
this could be a start
as you must begin to recreate
what you once was too
do not be just yourself
go beyond what is admirable
reinvent your mind
dye your hair, polish your nails
scent your soap and
wash your hands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Aint For Keeping
Layin on my back
Layin on my back
In the newly mown grass
In the newly mown grass
Rain is coming down
Rain is coming down
But I know the clouds will pass
But I know the clouds will pass
You bring me tea
You bring me tea
Say the babes a-sleepin
Say the babes a-sleepin
Lay down beside me
Lay down beside me
Love aint for keeping
Love aint for keeping
Black ash from the foundry
Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
By the burning firewood
The seeds are bursting
The seeds are bursting
The spring is seeping
The spring is seeping
Lay down beside me
Lay down beside me
Love aint for keeping
Love aint for keeping
Lay down beside me
Lay down beside me
Love aint for keeping
Love aint for keeping
Lay down beside me
Lay down beside me
Love aint for keeping
Love aint for keeping
Lay down my darling
Lay down my darling
Love aint for keeping
Love aint for keeping
song performed by by Who
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The aim of life is appreciation; there is no sense in not appreciating things; and there is no sense in having more of them if you have less appreciation of them.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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Letting Go
let go a balloon into an air
going beyond tree tops
and you predict what happens
your fear is there
the bursting, but that is not
what i really mean
the metaphor simply
misses an important
thing in our lives:
we let go because
there is nothing that we can do
because things are more beautiful
if they are what they are
because they tell us also
who we really are
burst if they will let them be
at least we know what
bursting is and how
beautiful is the sound at
the end of it all,
the lingering sound of
silence
is it not soothing and
smooth to our ears?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Newly Loving Game
I had some time this morning that clarified my mind
The thoughts that drifted past me were of a quiet and gentle kind
I'm not saying I'm in love with you, I'm just saying that I find
That thoughts keep drifting past me of a quiet and gentle kind.
The feelings that I'm having are not easy to explain
It’s been some time since I've been in this newly loving game
It's all slow moving on now and I really can't explain
The rules that we should follow in this newly loving game.
I took the time this afternoon to write my thinking down
And all the time I wondered why and let my mind go round
Around and around the time we've spent and what I feel I've found
It took some time, I wondered why and said my thoughts aloud.
Then I ripped up the paper and I threw it on the floor
The words that I had written were like trying to keep a score
I'd tried to use my reasonings as I had done before
And the marks upon that paper had no meaning anymore.
The way that all this seems to me is not easy to explain
It’s been some time since I've been in this newly loving game
It's all slow moving on now and I really can't explain
The rules that we should follow in this newly loving game.
I spent some time this evening thinkin' of just who I am
What I like about me and what is it that I can
Offer up to someone who, when all this thing began,
Was not needing of lover nor even of a man.
Yes, we do have common interests and we can talk for hours
We share a love of poets and a questioning of power
We hold each other closely even though we're wondering how
This thing that we are making could be completely ours.
The feelings that I have for you are not easy to explain
It’s been some time since I've been in this newly loving game
It's all slow moving on now and I really can't explain
The rules that we should follow in this newly loving game.
There is a lack of time for us and some hurt within our hearts
And that got me on to thinking that our paths are really hard.
The time I took to think today was 'bout us being apart
And the way we are beginning yet not knowing how to start.
The feelings that I have now are not easy to explain
It’s been some time since I've been in this newly loving game
It's all slow moving on now and I really can't explain
The rules that we should follow in this newly loving game.
poem by David Keig
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The good father
This is the one who can not eat if his children do not eat
This is the who wear unexpensive clothes while his children wear expensive ones
This the one who sacrifice his problems for his children
This is the one who works every day for his children
This the one who can sleep outside the house while his children are inside
Are the children showing the appreciation to his efforts?
Are the children showing sense of appreciation about his love to them?
They show appreciation by writing poems for him
They show love by consoling him when he is in trouble
A good father should be innocent
A good father should act as a head of the family
A good father should give support to the family
The location known as Silityiwa has got such father
This father is known as Sonwabisile Lateta and he is “my” father
poem by Franklin Spetuxolo Lateta
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Sonnet: Eternal Echoes
All men on earth just love to feel much loved,
For whatever things little, they may do;
Appreciation gets their life-boat towed;
They go to do things better always too.
Appreciation makes the diff’rence then,
Between achiever and those who’re silent;
Mere body-language takes mind to Heaven!
The wanted feeling gives the man his bent.
Just criticize without a bias then;
Do not deride a man’s demerits much;
Misjudge him not for lack of proper ken,
But think of ways to give him ‘Midas-touch.’
See others in their right perspective then;
The environment is not the same for men.
6-6-2001
poem by John Celes
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Poetical Intentions
Poetical Intentions
Poetical Intentions
There was once an American dream
A house a job and a car or three with a cat in the yard
And the yard in Malibu Beach is this dream still out of reach
What is wrong with this picture is the angle of the stream
The entrance of the price list the fortune is too steep
The thing you want for money is my soul
Just let it tremble all away the underneath of tree is fine for a place to lay me down to sleep just keep the drunks and murderers from me and let me rest in peace and poverty
Hard at work or hardly working are you holding up that fence by leaning on it are you concerned at all with the work to hand
What-what-what am eye paying you for where is the thing where is the fun the toil and sweat is left somewhere else to do today
Eye must begin to win the poverty away to gamble and to theft
To golden gods and goddesses bereft
Eye am a poet with intentions.
poem by Charles Hice
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Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves knew the quivers of the heart
A gust of wind whirled in the blooms of seasons
Lifting from the ground
Summer yellow grains winter white brides
Spring sprinkled footprints resting on a doorstep
Spinning them round in a dizzy dance of sighs
Autumn leaves knew the quivers of the heart
The secret of an entrance into open shrines
Of ripe fruit burdens bursting in a treetop
Sweet juice bestowed on a thirsty lip
And of eager clouds carrying swelling drops
To wash the face of earth in newly born skies
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Tears
Eased can be
By whose words
A depressed heart
Afflicted, agonised
But in isolation
Bursting to self
Or
Outbursting aloud to all
Swept can be
With what broom
A cluttered mind
Guilty and shameful
But in isolation
Bursting to self
Or
Outbursting aloud to all
Consoled can be
With what method
A lost heart
Berieved and pathetic
But to the soul's brim
Let weep to the Lord
Or
Left done in Time's run
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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New Aceh Sunlight
Aceh sun
sunshine burn my husk
is brittle
from open plane door
high wind, dry befall the face
homesick of native land
I walk among they
parrying homesick by myself
new leave taking the children
and wife
but I hold up because wishing to tread
at land; ground cleft newly
trying to trace the face
on the chance of newly
peace from endless conflict
your humanity
of the same nation
poem by Prasetya Utama
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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
quote by Jean Cocteau
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I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
quote by Wilfred Owen
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Aloof, Cool And Haughty
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
And instead of accepting one's positive comments,
About what it is they do,
People will think anything mentioned about that...
Is an act of patronizing.
AND...
It 'is' when giving another one's support.
HOWEVER,
In some places this is regarded as being...
Aloof, cool and haughty.
So what is one left to do to leave minds like this,
Left to eventually dismiss?
One becomes...
Aloof, cool and haughty to please expectations.
Like I said,
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
But...
Places like this do exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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