(Writer Poem) As The Poem I Write
Sometimes a comment is just not what is needed.
Neither is going back to the drawing board.
Corrections must be made.
I've made so many on my own trust me.
I take pride in everything I write.
So I'm constantly inspecting, and words I'm always injecting.
Hmm, that just doesn't sound right.
I can hear every word I type in my own voice.
I'm speaking through my mind.
Through the waves of time.
In a private message I will make suggestions to those who are not disciplined when it comes even to capitalization
I will make only tiny suggestions for it is theirs.
They must reread it and reread it.
One must edit his own work after the thoughts are complete.
Trying to make them nice and neat.
The eyes begin to blur and then it is time to take a break.
Time away.
Time to gather ones thoughts for another day.
Time is all one needs to create a window which will open up and lead into their world.
Everyone is unique and all of its own.
Yet they are so many clones.
For frequently similarities do exist even when great is the distance.
We do think a lot like as much as we hate to admit it.
I try to not be bias as best I can.
But sometimes feelings so strong do nag at you.
Saying they are wrong.
But I do not give in easily for I know it could always be reversed.
A controversy in terms of the opinions of the readers.
Opinions being so many that it is sometimes hard to resolve the differences from fact and fiction.
The ability to easily lie with no idea that we even did it is a definite human affliction.
Unintentional will habits of progress.
A continuation of aggravation in varying elaborations.
With each puzzle solved multiple new one forms.
Sometimes even more difficult then last.
Sometimes for help and guidance we turn to the past.
For in a certain we think lies the solution.
The dawning of a conclusion.
And we sometimes think this order might destroy the chaos all around us.
But it will not.
It will make it easier to deal with.
But their is no fixing it.
Not as the poem I write.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Why I Write?
I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face
poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It's Not Perfect.
Sometimes the artist makes a fools mistake.
A contract that demands plenty for so little.
Me personally I do this for free currently because I have a job that pays the bills.
It is a hobby to me, always has been.
I work with my back, shoulders, arms, as well as my hands.
Time limited sticks me behind so many others.
Yet I don't care, for I do not desire fame and fortunes.
But instead actually enjoy what I do.
I feel as if I making glue that holds a painting together.
The creation of something all in ones mind.
A satisfying feeling envelopes me as I write them one at a time.
A victory upon this paper, this is something I indeed savor.
I do reread and reread trying to perfect each and everyone of them.
But for the sake of being correct.
Even though I know each one has its own flaws.
That is what make it really unique.
Even when the favored critique tells I'm wrong.
Sometimes thats the way I still want it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Crushing On You
Every time I see you
You make me wish I can tell you that I like you, but
I can't because I'm afraid of rejection and
My heart will feel like a broken glass
You're cute, funny, amazing and cool
I can't get you out of my mind
You make me go crazy
I can't go a day without you
Every time I see you
You take my breath away
Now I told you that I like you because
I can't hide from you anymore, but
You say that you don't like me
You're great, nice, and awesome person
I rather just be alone
If I know I can't have you
Every time I see you
You make me go crazy
After I told you that I like you again
You say that I'm not your type
Now you break my heart even more and
You're everything I have picture
Why can't you just admit that you're holding back on yourself and you want me
You're afraid that you get made fun of and you need to learn to trust your heart
Every time I see you
You take my breath away
Now I told you that I like you because
I can't hide from you anymore, but
You say you don't like me
You're great, nice, and awesome person
I rather just be alone
If I know I can't have you
Every time I see you
You make me smile
Now we can never be together
I need to learn to accept your decision
I know it going to be hard to see you everyday
You're a cute, funny, and alright
Why can't I just get over you and
Move on to someone else
Every time I see you
I feel like I'm going to faith
I need to not have feelings for you anymore
I can still talk and laugh with you, but
I can't kept falling for you because it going to kept getting harder to get over you
You're an amazing, cool, and fun person
I finally realized it just a waste of time to get you to be with me
So I hope to find someone else one day and forget you
Crushing on you
poem by Christina Phan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
From Mighty Pen
It will not only be evaluated
But in all the directions circulated
Each word read and assessed
The thought behind it accepted and chased
Whatever you write
May not lead to fight
But may be preserved
As you have deserved
Write up is perfect
Speak of good act
One should have always dreamed
Thought of and assumed
Write with pen and pencil
But never mention it as nil
It may make final impression
Fine border with embroidery relation
So to speak less and do more
Some thoughts are needed therefore
To write and leave it for others
To think, act or otherwise bother
Write, write and write
That shall ignite
Your hidden talent
To make solid movement
Readers may not appreciate quickly
But may accept views happily
As it has come from a mighty pen
At a time when needed from noble man
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
New Beginning
The whole worlds broke and it aint worth fixing
Its time to start all over, make a new beginning
Theres too much pain, too much suffering
Lets resolve to start all over make a new beginning
Now dont get me wrong - I love life and living
But when you wake up and look around at everything thats going down -
All wrong
You see we need to change it now, this world with too few happy endings
We can resolve to start all over make a new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
The world is broken into fragments and pieces
That once were joined together in a unified whole
But now too many stand alone - theres too much separation
We can resolve to come together in the new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
We can break the cycle - we can break the chain
We can start all over - in the new beginning
We can learn, we can teach
We can share the myths the dream the prayer
The notion that we can do better
Change our lives and paths
Create a new world and
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
The whole worlds broke and it aint worth fixing
Its time to start all over, make a new beginning
Theres too much fighting, too little understanding
Its time to stop and start all over
Make a new beginning
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over
We need to make new symbols
Make new signs
Make a new language
With these well define the world
And start all over
Start all over
Start all over
Start all over ...
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I Do Not Hate.....
I hate the way you drive me mad
And the way my head won't shut
I hate that you can make me glad
And the burning that won't cut
I hate the way you made me fall]
And how myself i found
I hate my mobile when you call
I hate that stupid sound
I hate the way my heart shivers
The time you call my cell
I hate that thoughts flow like rivers
Inside my head is hell
I hate the way you read my mind
I hate what you make me feel
I hate how I've become this blind
I hate that you are real
I hate it how you stole my pride
I hate that I admit
I hate the way I boil inside
And how my heart you lit
I hate to think that you are small
I hate to think you're not
I hate to think that above all
I might not get a shot
I hate the things you make me do
And how you make me shove
I hate that i do not hate you
I hate it might be love...
Only Time Will Tell
[transcribed by chris w]
Only time will tell
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Scales and clocks just cant be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And Im feeling for the sound of time
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there heaven here on earth or is this really hell
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
Id like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boast nor bashful is there really such a girl
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century Ive been singing in a band
Id like to think Ill make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house God I wonder who will come
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense on this crazy carousel
Only time will tell
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Only time will tell
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
If That Is Possible
If you are not about who you are...
Then why are you here in prejudgement?
The only decisions you can make,
There is a hesitation.
You can not make up your mind!
Most of the time.
And you want your opinions heard?
Unsolicited?
To spend the time of others?
When you should take that time,
Finding yourself.
Or where you are.
If that is possible.
And if it is...
You've got a lot of work to do.
And time is not on your side waiting.
Not for those decisions to be made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Physical Poetry
The physics of poetry
is best explained in a mind experiment
in the construction of this very poem.
As I write the question becomes
what is the word-next and its origins?
Now what word-next can be
is a question of probabilities;
since if I choose rhyme as my scheme
and since the words which will rhyme are finite
and not infinite
the only question then becomes
which one of these will I choose.
Now if I choose a word-next outside
rhyming
then I risk not making poetic sense
since writing a gibberish word,
or one not related to the whole,
would be judged word-next nonsense.
Now we ask who or what in the brain
is making these two decisions
is it me or is it something mysterious;
is it drawing upon the past and memory
or from an instantaneous present
or even perhaps from my future?
Or is it just random choices I make
without even understanding them?
But suppose it is something we call
consciousness which exists
in the brain-cloud of cells which
can with millions of possibilities
produce a entirely new idea
which by definition
can come to exist
like language itself
and produce something never before said;
and now is being compiled in the brain
in this very instant and brought into existence.
That is humans have with language
the ability to create sentences
which have never before existed,
spoken or written because some languages have
enough words in them to make these permutations
near infinite and hence new ideas possible therewith.
Suppose the same is true of the human mind
and human senses make possible from this
this exercise we call
the idea.
So beyond the physical aspects of the brain
there must be a non-physical aspect we call
consciousness, the spiritual, or whatever
word we choose as its name.
Now the other half of the transaction
is even more amazing:
I just made up a new idea
never been expressed before
and can talk to you about it
and given enough clues
it becomes something you understand
and you yourself can write
a poem about.
This must be trans-consciousness
which is now a double miracle
nobody understands.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There Is No Time
This is no time for celebration
This is no time for shaking heads
This is no time for backslapping
This is no time for marching bands
This is no time for optimism
This is no time for endless thought
This is no time for my country right or wrong
Remember what that brought
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
This is no time for congratulations
This is no time to turn your back
This is no time for circumlocution
This is no time for learned speech
This is no time to count your blessings
This is no time for private gain
This is no time to put up or shut up
It wont no time to come back this way again
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
This is no time to swallow anger
This is no time to ignore hate
This is no time to be acting frivolous
Because the time is getting late
This is no time for private vendettas
This is no time to not know who you are
Self knowledge is a dangerous thing
The freedom of who you are
This is no time to ignore warnings
This is no time to clear the plate
Lets not be sorry after the fact
And let the past become out fate
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
This is no time to turn away and drink
Or smoke some vials of crack
This is a time to gather force
And take dead aim and attack
This is no time for celebration
This is no time for saluting flags
This is no time for inner searchings
The future is at head
This is no time for phony rhetoric
This is no time for political speech
This is a time for action
Because the futures within reach
This is the time
This is the time
This is the time
Because there is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Suggestions
Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.
Most times folks await,
Suggestions they prefer and like.
And it becomes difficult,
To be both honest and polite...
With someone who tries to define,
My interpretation...
Of what I 'really' meant.
To defy in denial...
With a prepared and customary,
Excuse.
Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.
When I know I am honest in my assessments.
And folks aren't ready for the truth...
Unless it agrees with them.
Only to hear them say back to me,
'What makes you an authority?
Judge and jury? '
My response?
'Years experienced,
In being a complete jackass!
And it becomes easier for me to identify one!
You...
Are still in the midst of development.
And I understand that too! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If You Ever Make a Mistake
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
There's no need for moaning or groaning,
Over what's been done.
No one lives a perfect life,
Under the Sun!
Alibis are like houseflies.
They begin to annoy.
And habits are like pests when invited...
They are hard to destroy.
Even if you hit 'em with a bat...
They come right back!
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
Strap in that saddle and take that ride.
Admit that mistake made,
And push it aside!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it! ~
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it!
If you didn't...
That mistake would have others that you make!
And with me,
That's not okay! ~
'Geeessshhh...
Okay!
But please...
Stop the song and dance routine.
I get it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
She Left On A Monday
She left on a Monday
She's a siren down the road
In your herringbone overcoat
That you don't expect to get back
And it's an ordinary sky
Today's like any other day
When all of the aeroplanes
Write her name in the clouds
And nothing's wrong
But it's already Sunday
And you know just how Sunday
Was the day that she would come around?
Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
It's all like sinking
You're trying to stay afloat
Like a wind blown paper boat
Over uncharted sea
There's no question why
You're driving to kill some time
Racing the power lines
Back into town
Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Way You Are
The Way You Are
Sometimes you ignore me
Sometimes you roll your eyes
Sometimes you don't notice me
And just give me a deep sigh
Sometimes you make me cry
Sometimes you make me weep
Sometimes when I pass by
I just give you the creeps
Sometimes you boss me around
Sometimes you tell me what to do
Sometimes I go round and round
Just to please and satisfy you
BUT...
Most of the time you make me happy
Most of the time you give me smiles
Most of the time you make me feel uneasy
I can hear my heart beat through miles
Most of the time you raise me up
Most of the time you encourage me
Most of the time you fill me up
Fill me up with overflowing glee
Most of the time you hold me tight
Most of the time you lift me up so high
Most of the time you teach me what's right
You make me fly way into the sky
Most of the time you are my support
Most of the time you are my light
Most of the time you give me comfort
You help me with all your might
Sometimes you make me hate you
Most of the time I just hide it inside
Sometimes you make me want to kill you
But most of the time, I just want you by my side
Sometimes...
Most of the time...
Sometimes...
Most of the time...
That's just the way it is
That's just the way you are
But I love the way it is...
And I certainly love...
The way you are
poem by Julia Pascual
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Is Time , Your Closest Friend?
Time contains, many keys, for a LIFE!
Time, make easy, our strive!
Time, make patience, be our friend!
Time, seems to have no end!
Time can be good, if you think so !
Time can make everything , just flow!
Time, must be under control, for our need!
Time, remind us, the things we did!
Past TIME, is WHAT WE DID !
PRESENT TIME, IS HOW NOW, we look at it!
Future TIME, is FAR FAR away!
So , be sure, your TIME , don't go away!
It is TIME, for much LOVE today!
Take this gift, and don't give it away!
Find your personal loving sound ,
Make TIME, JUST go around!
poem by Yoseph Lupu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A time not to....
Time is essentially a healing factor
No amount of medicines can help from any sector
Tile itself is great medicine and lessens the plight
It offers remedy without going into fight
The problems can’t be solved in a day or two
It has got its implications that is very true
We have to pass through ordeal which is due
Nothing can weaken our spirit or subdue
Deep wound are healed up with time passage
This is not warning but clear message
One has to wait for the proper moment
There is no use to lament or offer comment
It is said time and tide wait for none
It is accepted fact and can’t be denied by any one
Who can race against time and stop its clock?
Time may retaliate and everything will go out of stock
We may run out of patience and react angrily
It costs us nothing if we accept it readily
It is accepted as fact must be welcomed happily
No amount of regret may solve it easily
Wait for the right moments to strike
Message will be loud and clear as if heard form mike
It will be heard from distance of mile away
Seize the opportunity and you will have complete sway
Time allows you to regroup and attack
You will have everything at stake
It will be do or die situation
It has to be kept on with continuation
Life may move on with complete ease
It will have new ways for energy to release
Sometimes it will guide you to the final door
It what you were dreaming and asking for
Ride high on tidal waves with new resolve
The problems will be on vane and may solve
It has to have its time limit with dead line
All will look good and very fine
A successful person turns the table in his favor
Though time will be in his disfavor
He may be faced with complete odds
He may come clean out of possible fraud
Let every opportunity be availed at without fail
You must grab at and never intent to trail
It may give away the way and clear the passage
Peace can’t be attained from continuous rage
It is how coolly you manage and survive?
How best you can think and moves constantly revive?
It has to end in complete favor with flying colors
Even though tide turns into favor or disfavor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thought Broadcasting
Silence is a silver ship
Traveling at the speed of the darkness,
Black holes are the edifices in which I
Build my thoughts-
Word by word,
Each and every syllable forms upon my lips,
And then broadcasted, aloud-
Thoughts are killers- thoughts can harm-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
Within this room I write my thoughts
With a pen that is void of ink, or a pencil
That has no lead,
Invisible they are, but somehow,
These thoughts are broadcasted aloud.
Thoughts are killers thoughts control-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
A silver ship with its sail to the wind,
A wild horse that canters across vast terrain, or
Pebbles that roll off of my fingertips,
That splash into the creek, one by one,
You can see, you can hear, as
My thoughts, broadcasted aloud.
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
My thoughts are a flame that only I can quench.
I am in control of what comes into my mind,
As my hands build the world from
The bricks of Time,
My thoughts control the world.
My thinking destroys those, whom I abhor,
My thoughts control the downtrodden.
Silence is a silver ship, or
The dome beneath which I dwell-
I build my edifice beneath this dome.
No one dares to enter, as
I have broadcasted a message to the world,
My eyes order the world away;
My thoughts are broadcasted aloud,
A bad thought can destroy, as good ones
Create and control,
My thoughts control the world…
poem by Claudia Krizay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Break Out - 0509 - Current Version
S[h]e's lived protected by strong walls Time's w[r]it
Let stand too long, pride's ride before fast fall,
Ignoring purposefully fact that all
Vain structures tumble, tumbril hypocrite.
EDict: Earth's dust dissolves shawls man would knit.
Protection serves slight purpose overall,
Respite cannot postpone the final call
Of fate, death's date sees puzzle pieces fit.
The time has come to quit false safety, split
Entrenched opinions, narrow minds and small,
Creation hindered, progress held in thrall.
Turn thoughts towards tomorrow, future lit,
Each step to freedom leaves fell past behind;
Destroying bias, locks, unlocks blind mind.
(1 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Some Are So Creative
When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.
Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.
And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!