Its Part Of Humanity(In Response To A Poem Titled: The Lonely One)
We are all the lonely ones at some point in our lives.
Some for the entirety of their being.
So we build these fires that draw in all our desires, hopes, and dreams.
If only to reach a single one.
In it is a little bit of that happiness among all the sadness and misery.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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There Is This Sadness That Brings......
there is this sadness that i want
to give to you
but of course, you shall not accept it
for who is foolish enough
to welcome sadness when all hopes
of our humanity are pinned
on happiness?
but there is this sadness that makes us silent
and responsible upon our own shoulders
there is this sadness that makes us
fully human, and fully alive,
there is this sadness that brings you literature
and poetry
and then all those fame and fortune that you
have been seeking
there is this sadness which has another consequence
the purification of the soul
the everlasting happiness
shall you not take it now?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lonely Shore
As a I walk along the beach
Tenderness of sadness I feel
The sun up in the sky out of reach
That sets along the lonely shore
Hold me tight to catch
My breath
All along the lonely shore
To reach my dreams
To whom I’ll be
To take me in this journey
You raise me up
When I am sad
And make me shed
Away my tears
Like the water in the sea
You make me smile
Without you I am lonely
Oh wish this day won’t end
But my knees always bend
All of a sudden it will fade
But deep inside
It would be okay
Because I am not
A lonely shore
Anymore
poem by Karima Puzon
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Since I Dont Have You
I dont have plans and schemes and I dont have hopes and dreams.
I dont have anything since I dont have you.
I dont have fond desires and I dont have happy hours.
I dont have anything since I dont have you.
I dont have happiness and I guess I never will again.
When you walked out on me in walked old misery,
And hes been here since then.
I dont have love to share and I dont have one who cares.
I dont have anything since I dont have you.
You, you...
song performed by by New Edition
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Mind's Polarities
It’s said – and so it seems to be –
that when the individual mind
emerges from that place where mind
rests, perfect, and in unity with all things to be known –
in that place, which is; within us, and without us:
that in that moment, as the mind expands,
and as its sphere within expands to match that sphere without,
polarities arise; such axis as may join them
to lie hidden and forgot; instead we see
all as remotenesses, that grow ever more the farther;
and then – the aweful nature of the human lie –
name them ‘opposites’… and in that step,
a further one, ‘duality’…
and so, condemn ourselves to fruitless life
where, across the vast mind’s sphere,
sadness – let’s say – sees, far off, that pure happiness -
too far, too far, to be within its reach…
and happiness, seeing far off, sadness, seeks in pleasure
to keep its distance…and so, the balance swings,
the world wags, and the mind knows only restlessness…
and knows, desire… how we forget,
we could not know desire, but that we knew
what desire desires; what’s missing in our world;
sadness, knowing the happiness; what would sadness be
without its knowing, in full, its happiness? ..
if we but saw desire as grace; looked at it with clear eye;
we might see, lurking there within,
beyond the warnings of its waywardness,
that holy thing that yearns alway for onefulness…
and as we have departed,
then by grace, so we return;
find by that third perfect point;
that eye that sees, from its eternal home,
duality to resolve in unity..
and all absolved, we’re absolute..
*
this, by mine own hand… writ
in a deep yearning sadness;
sadness that would fain convince itself
that happiness, this morning, is too distant; so, then,
to abide in sorrowed sadness…
and yet, there are strange joys,
where sadness meets all other things, in duty and in law;
speaks of all things in some strange disguise;
finds its heart, where heart it never sought;
and so, if words may do
what words should do, I name this poem’s end
its true beginning: name it now,
dedicating it, to truth and joy, and to myself:
A Poem in Praise of Happiness.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fires Of Our Dreams
In the fires of our dreams,
we burn our desires away.
Among the ashes that we scatter
old and distant loves lay.
In the warmth of the raptures,
we hold our youth’s accolade
clinging to forgotten pleasures
we once used to seek.
We erase the traces
of conquests we wish we made
with removal of errant faces
from the corners of our mind.
We scatter them to the four winds
for now and all time
in the fires of our dreams,
we burn our desires away.
15 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Boom Of Hopes
Every waves in my emotion
Have covered every waves in our ocean
see their search of misery and pain
and worst get and better to win
when hopes come to me
I have not yet spent
Years in this earth to fight
Just need to gun to our misery
When hide a dream in our hopes
When you dream a hope
No one can see it …..
We need freedom
And need not misery to kill us
I hope you will come with me to fight
We want to spent years to struggle
And win hopes for them….
But we have high hopes
But trouble shoot the hopes and dreams
My only love is the hope to win their dream
And find fate on to fight and fight
We never go for our safety
And still find better lights on to our dream
poem by Thampi KEE
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Eluding Happiness
The bliss of happiness,
is something I always seem to miss,
Is it beautiful to be happy?
I can see the joys of happiness...
but how can you truly know something exists if you cannot feel it yourself?
Happiness might have tried to enter my heart at some point...
But what was the point where I denied?
Should I have let it in....
Would I have been a differant person?
So many questions arise in this moment,
To see the lives happiness touches,
This final question gets me ever time.....
Why can't happiness Touch the life thats mine.
poem by Crimson Love
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The Prime Time Of Our Lives
It's the prime time of our lives
And I've never seen us more alive
Now that the night has finally arrived
I'm looking for some fun and to survive
Join hands with me
We'll slow down the time
We'll dance the last song
The prime time of our lives is here in this time for us now
When you reach a certain point in your life
You better push it to the extremes
And that's what we're doing
We're celebrating dreams
We're living dreams
We're creating new dreams
In the prime time of our lives
The time is now
In our choices
In what we thought
In what we bought
In what we've got
Thank god for now
It's the prime time of our lives
poem by Justin Gildow
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Single Day
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not in his thoughts
Not a single day goes by..........
Where his heart does not feel
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not want to reach out
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he dreams of his love for her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not dream of kissing her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not dream of holding her
Not a single day goes by..........
Where he does not ask. Why?
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not his first thought on waking.
Not a single day goes by..........
Where she is not his last thought before sleeping.
Not a single day goes by..........
RG/NB
poem by Robert Green
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Feelings-07
Sadness is like being lost
Happiness is like nothing can go wrong
Music is like a summer day
Paris Hilton is an old forgotten dog
Excitement is overrated happiness
Boredom is what i feel everyday
Depression can be like a reflection of my life
Joy is a rare feeling i get when i feel loved
Pain is the hurt and sorrow you put me through
Misery is like having no one to stand beside you
Sadness is like being lost
Happiness is like nothing can go wrong
poem by Selena Star
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No Love
I have nobody
None at all
Emptiness surrounds me
Pain covers me
Sadness, lives in me.
I am hated by all
Liked by none
That is the way my life is
Sorrow happens to be with me all the time
Every single moment I see sadness around
This great level of sadness is always with me
It will always be this way
Nothing will ever change
Only sadness will be
No love, only pain.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Perpetual Happiness
It must not be true
that we are seeking
perpetual happiness.
For happiness filled
the space between sadness
and it is to sadness
we owe our next engagement
with happiness.
You see, sadness is the frame
and happiness- its painting.
(Jember, East Java-Indonesia/November 12th,2007)
I am me...
The whole world over there is no-one quite like me,
Every thought, every word I utter is mine alone.
I am unique, all of my dreams are unique,
My body, my emotions, my feelings, my desires.
I own all of my fantasies, my hopes, my dreams and all of my fears,
I cellebrate all of my successes and mourn all of my failures.
I alone own every single part, every single essence of me,
I have learned to love the parts I cannot change.
Whilst attempting to change the parts I cannot love,
By doing so I shall adapt and evolve into this life.
I shall become more than I ever though I could be,
I shall own all of me and therefore design a better me...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Happiness... what is it?
what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get your first date..
but I said NO..
we would feel happy
if only we had date with no fight for nothing untill the end...
what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get married..
but i said NO..
we are really feel the full of happiness
if only we could keep that feel until we die with our couple...
for the third times I ask:
what happiness is actually...
having child.. somebody said..
yes of course I said..
having child is one of happiness..
but is getting to be deep of sadness..
if only the child is not us anymore...
then... what happiness is actually...
I said for the last time:
happiness is sadness...
happiness is badness...
happiness is madness...
because happiness
is sure will bring us
to the sadness.. badness.. even madness...
poem by Omy Istibsyarah
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Are You Sad?
You sound so sad,
Are you really
Sad?
Is your garden
Without any
Flower?
I am sad.
You doubt the sound
Of
My sadness?
What does
Sadness really
Sound
Like?
Does it sound like
A seagull’s journey
Along soundless
Stream on a
A dimming orange
Sunset, at the
Sea’s
Horizon
Homeward bound
Alone?
Is sadness in
True sadness
Sound at
All?
Is sadness not the
Maimed mouth
& death of the
Tongue?
The sound of my sadness
Is the sound of your
Sadness
You read me
In between
Some lines
In that imaginary
Phrase
Perhaps if you look for
Some flowers, or
Even a single flower
In-there
You may find it
If you really
Insists
But
You have to put
The flower
Yourself
Out-there
Sowing the seed
Of sensitivities
Who knows
If later, happiness
Grows
Like some unwanted
Weeds &
They would be many,
Not just one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Never thinks of being happy, with what one possesses
Everybody dreams
Throughout the life
Always searching
For better living
Fulfilling the desires
Remains the motive
Discontentment comes
When the same is not achieved
Frustration creeps in
Misery sets in
Happiness not to be seen
Keep sweating
Lose sleep
Priorities keep changing
Every day
Wishes increase
Loses peace
Lives in agony
Ready to compromise
With unholy deeds
Forgets the path of god
Wanders like a fraud
Cheating himself
To fulfill the endless wishes
Never thinks of being happy
With what one possesses
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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We
we build the stairs first
stair upon stair
wood and nail
and hammer
and hands
and some
determined thoughts
dreams to reach the skies
focus
and look what have be done
we have reached the door
of the room
it is here where we shall hatch
all our dreams
like eggs to our warm
hands
like chicks to our cheeks
time and stairs and hopes and dreams and nails and hammers
and hands
and eyes
be awake and always be vigilant
for dreams that do not die like night
stars
are we
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Twin
Happiness is the hidden status
Of expressed sadness
It is the same source
From where happiness
And sadness originate.
Deep sadness enables one
To absorb deep happiness
The drink pot which kisses your lips
Once suffered the fire of potter
Its a game of space and time
Like light and darkness
Sadness and happiness live live together
But expresses in different time.
poem by Devil Poet
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You Are Love God, I Am Happiness and She Is Hate
You are love God
Because you put love into our lives
Every single day
I am happiness and I give all the happiness
To every one that is in my life
Every single day
And she is hate
But that alone is a bad road to walk on
By avoiding that bad road you will be able to stay safe
And feel that you are loved by God
Even though I have plenty of happiness to give
You can either choose to be a part of my life
Every single day
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Happiness And Sadness
Happiness what is it, is it love,
or is it just another sound, another word,
happiness is just another thing,
happiness is just another thing to believe in,
Happiness is only for those who deserve,
those who do not won't get the happiness,
those who are happy I pity them,
they know nothing, nothing about this world,
Happiness is evil, we may not see this,
but its true, happiness is evil in so many ways,
happiness is a disguise for the true world,
the hard, cold, hard loving world we live in today,
Happiness is the only feeling you think you want,
I know it isn't I know the dark secrets of the emotion,
I know its hidden secrets, I know its every lying lies,
happiness so cold and unfair to those who don't have it,
my only emotion I take for granted is sadness,
I find this emotion deep, profound, yet enlightening,
sadness so cold and envious is so true,
the sadness is what we need on this world,
sadness is the true world happiness isn't,
the decision is your, live a dream or live reality,
i'm living reality and i'm in the sadness,
the cold, dark, alone, cruel, all alone sadness....
poem by Richard Belis
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