Poetry and the crossword puzzle
Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving
Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving
Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving
Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving
If I start bleeding you'll know why
I did just too much with my eye's
They have been compromised
Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving
Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving
Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning.
It can be very deceiving.
To the one who is over achieving
Still I'm only learning
In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading
Focus now and you'll start retrieving
If I start bleeding you'll know why
I did just too much with my eye's
They have been compromised
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Poetry
Reading poetry is my afternoon tea
It's my crossword puzzle when my time is free
It's my game of football, where I scream and shout
Reading, reading, reading; what's it all about
Nothing think I delights me so
A new poetress has a show
Or when a young poet man
In words takes he a stand
It's good to know, as the world's poets go
Tis strong and has force to show
That moments come, and they pass
Poets rise up, assume their tasks
poem by Midnights Voice
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Nothing Achieving
Words and music by Stewart and Ian Copeland
My daddy's boots don't fit me
'Cause I'm bigger than him
He says I make him big now
I'm bigger than him
You see there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
You've locked the doors on your good living
And you told me to wait
You've got me backed into a corner
You're making me hate
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
[They say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving]
Throwing stones that are reeling
>From a reasonable light
You muscle in when I have a party
Ready to fight
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
song performed by by Police
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Faculty
Sometimes it seems so hard to work out the words,
and then again it seems not hard at all. Just write,
is as simple as that. There are times i can't seem to
work the words, other times the words come up
bubbling in my head with character and meaning.
At times i feel challenged by other writers, and i
begging to doubt my ability to work the words,
i simple read another writer and then i know i have
nothing to be worry about. I understand then that my
contest is with myself and not with other writers.
We all think about the same things, because once
in our life’s we all go through the same situations.
We all have the brain to create anything in our heads.
There’s nothing that i can't do if i focus and if i
don't focus; “you see” this word- focus is meaningful
in some ways, we need the focus, but in poetry we
need more the fantasy in our thoughts, the meaning
to our words, focusing can be important, but if your
head is not in the mood, there’s not going to be any
words bubbling up, even though you don’t need it so
much, because you can create a poem out of anything.
There’s one thing about writing, and reading poetry,
understanding the meaning behind the words.
Every word or phrase has a meaning behind, this is
where readers need to understand; for example-if i'm
drinking away my sorrows, it can mean, crying my
heart out, it can mean, i need to forget, it can mean,
a big hangover, it can mean, sleeping out in the porch,
it can mean, forgetting all you did last night; how many
things out of a phrase. Right know I would just like
to be in my cabin and sit right in front of the fire-place
with a bottle of wine and enjoy my pastoral life while
i write, amazing things.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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8th Grade Graduation
A puzzle together
a puzzle apart
each piece belongs to my heart
each piece is differant
each piece is great
But now they have to take on the long expected fate
They knew it would come
the day was here
the day they dreaded at the beginning of the year
The day they would be pulled apart
the whole would be broken
they knew it from the start
A piece here
and a piece there
how could life be so unfair
The beautiful picture the puzzle protrayed
is now forgotten
the pieces have strayed
They went away
fell beneath the wooden table
the puzzle would never again be stable
But that puzzle is forever in my heart
the memories of each piece
will never fall apart
-For my eighth grade class on graduation-
poem by Summer Song
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The Puzzle
friends are like a puzzle
fitting together in so many ways
sometimes it seems like a piece is missing
sometimes it seems like everythings just right
sometimes it seems like things are falling apart
friendship like a puzzle is hard to figure out
sometimes puzzle pieces disappear
and sometimes they never come back
so my puzzle, your puzzle, our puzzle must be completed
there is only one thing that can complete the puzzle
a piece of every friends heart
our puzzle is what holds us together
my puzzle is complete
all friends are happy
all hearts are here
the friendship puzzle is complete
poem by by unknown author
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Missing Pieces
Something went wrong, and you find yourself over analyzing what happen, trying to connect and understand pieces of a puzzle that just don't fit. Thats not making logical sense to you at all. And your left with missing pieces to solve a dysfunctional start. But at thee end of the day, when you done all you can this part will hurt LET IT GO, it's out of your hands give it to GOD AND LIVE, LIVE, LiVE, LiVE love is the key that opens hearts Clarence
poem by Clarence Williams
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Still Uncertain
There are times in your life
When the puzzle pieces start to fit together
You think you understand
Can see part of the big picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
There are times in your life
When you start to see
Dots forming lines
Lines coming together
Forming a picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
Universes of understanding existing in
Bigger Universes
You knew the world was flat
Until
It wasn't
My understanding is so limited
I'm a slave to the comprehension of my experience
Of what I can understand
Unless
The understanding
Changes
Most of the time
It's a really strong 'maybe'
With the hope of a possibility
Some of the time
It's a definite 'no'
Though there may be hope
For a better clue
At
Times
It's tough
When all you have to go by
Is a really strong hunch
There are millions of times you...
Second
And
Third
Guess yourself
Feeling you have read too much into it
You have over analyzed it to death
Perhaps
You are just afraid of the answer
Assumptions and hunches will only get you so far
You find yourself staring at ink blots
Telling yourself you can see a picture
Forming a story
In your head..
Unless
Something
Alters it All together
So
Hints are dropped
Like morsels of bread
Trying to help you
In your lost travels
The problem lies
In recognizing them
It doesn't always happen
In a timely manner
So,
You think you understand
What you understand
What do you understand
Becomes the question
Certainty crumbles
Like sediment
As an earthquake of confusion hits you
And, now
You've thought too much
You've thought too long
So
Does that mean
The moment is over?
I'm left in a state of
Perpetual uncertainty
Hoping
One day
I'll put all the pieces of the puzzle together
The lines won't move
Ink blots will mean something
But for now
I'm left
Uncertain.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Post-Mortem Life
Need necessitates not
learning reading absorbing
boring facts inflating trivia.
Retrack life highlighted
story. In surrealistic detailed...
distorted disjointed gloss segments.
Choreographed descriptive insignia.
Pieces presented
pervert logical coherent order...
meaning read
within doctored words
spells meaning
lacking missing pieces.
Forged jigsaw puzzle
force fitted incomplete.
Time wasted equals life’s
opportune moments flushed.
Fresh down sewer drain.
Post-mortem life story
holds no credit gain?
Lights’ journey void
violates inspired thought.
Is hollow shell husk.
A meaningless play?
Life’s purpose
wasn’t destined.
To dissolve effaced
on fragmented stage.
Words of power hold
meaning suspended.
Old venerated artists gone
beyond tearful curtain rain.
Vulnerable
newborn artists need
wakeful tears.
To block heightened pain.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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What's the real meaning of Poetry
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
what is the real meaning of you?
is it the sonnets, the haiku's the imagery
no one will ever know.
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
I know the real meaning of you
to express my feelings and thoughts on paper
to be able to publish you.
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
you tell me the meaning of you.
poem by Nadia Potenza
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Morning Fog
As soon as I rise to start finding my way
you are a barrier that stands before me.
I wish to reach better places,
but I can’t see further than you.
What my eyes tell me
isn’t so promising; they’re deceiving.
Maybe, with just a step further,
I might fall into a pit.
I might step on a puddle,
slip and fall.
For a while,
I start to see lights and passing cars.
A smile breaks from my face,
a sigh of relief leaves my lips.
But as I start to walk briskly
to get myself away,
I can no longer see again.
It’s just a misty cloud all over
that appears to stretch on for miles.
I don’t need you Morning Fog,
without you, I see better.
Without you Morning Fog,
I live better.
poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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The Moderns
To many reading modern poetry more interesting the meaning in the metaphors they seek to find
They feel it makes their brains work that much harder that it is good exercise for the mind
Rhyme for their great brains seems that bit too simple it does not test their thinking power at all
'Tis not a poem to them if it seems simple and the meaning in it easy to recall,
Yes rhyme for them it does seem that bit simple and deciphering it to them is not a test
The hidden meaning in the metaphors is something that does seem to try them best
Rhyme poetry to them is too simple and far too easy for to understand
It has to be blank verse with dozens of metaphors for their interest for to command
They look on rhyme and bush poets as inferior their preference in poets and poetry they make known
On literature they air their opinions like it is said to each their own
Their poetry evenings do seem quite exclusive rhyme poets to read they never do invite
Their unmusical lines that are laced with metaphors to each other they do recite
They do not like rhyme or they do not like bush poetry to them it is of another time
And in their poetry evenings there is no place for the men and the women of rhyme.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Stop
Gone too far
Gone too long
Messed it up completely
Till everything is wrong
Stop, start over, start again
Too many pieces
Too much to chew
How can you ever win
When youre so scared to loose
You better stop, start over, start again
Stop, start over, start again
Walk away
See what it looks like from here
If you stay you will only drown
If a mass of fear
You need to sleep
You need a break
You got to find out before its to late
Stop, start again
You better stop, start over, start again
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Peace Returns Again
We live, We die.
We mourn. We cry.
And those that are left
pick up the pieces
that were that person's life,
little pieces that fit together
like a puzzle that just like the weather
is filled with changes
of highs and lows,
of happy times
and all their woes.
The last piece of the puzzle
fits right into place
and frames the picture
that was their face.
We keep that puzzle in our heart
and remember with love each little part
that was that person's life.
We then are left with an enigma,
a puzzle that relates their life.
It lives on in the mysteries of this world
but becomes solved in the afterlife.
And peace returns again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Start Again
Its winter time in the middle of the spring
I cant believe it, loneliness is calling me
And I can hear it
See I never thought Id feel this way
So soon, no...
There is something that I know I have to do
Start again
And this time Ill make it better than before
I start again
For the second time around
Ill do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
Ill pick the pieces up
And start again, yeah
Other roads, yeah
Oh this time I must be carefu
Lwhen I choose them
See love was for the taking
But I refused it
I never thought
It cut so deep inside me
Oh no...
There is something
That I know I have to do
I start again
And this time Ill make it better than before, yeah
Start again
For the second time around
Ill do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
Ill pick the pieces up
And start again
I cant seem to think
Of nothing better I can do
But start again
And this time Ill make it better than before, yeah
Start again
For the second time around
Ill do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
Ill pick the pieces up
And start again...
Oh this time Ill make it better than before, yeah
Ill start again
For the second time around
Ill do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
Ill pick the pieces up
And start again...
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Keep It Focused
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From a past.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Even yesterday,
May be too late.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From your past!
Keep it focused,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus.
Keep it focused.
And don't get caught up dragging,
Lugging baggage from your past.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life 2
Life is loke a puzzle sometimes you can't always see
which pieces are put together
sometimes there's pieces missing form your puzzle and it takes a life time to figure out what they are
all i know is I hope I find them soon!
poem by Marissa Ford
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My Puzzle Of Dreams
Raindrops falling down from the sky
Feeling empty inside
Searching for reasons to hold on
No one sees the struggle in me
Or the wounds that won't heel
Victim of choices that i'm making
(Welcome)
Welcome to my puzzle of dreams
Baby welcome to my heart
Trying hard to find pieces
In this puzzle of dreams
Fighting way out of the dark
Meet my puzzle of dreams
Pictures spinning round in my head
Feels that i'm almost there
But when i reach out it falls apart
In my mind I know what is real
Feel the power in me
Inside of my heart I have it all
When the hopes keep on fading
All the pieces I'm saving
Remind me that I am strong enough to
Make my puzzle of dreams
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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Egotism, n: Doing the New York Times crossword puzzle with a pen.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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The nice thing about doing a crossword puzzle is, you know there is a solution.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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