The Colours Of Emotions
One must not just write of the sad times,
But the good times as well.
It is amazing to watch ones heart swell
Even more then all tear drops falling upon this world.
It spins, turns and swirls.
To make a joke of it one must first understand what that person went through.
I look back at past events in my life and now laugh, while others are still hard to talk about.
Anger, sadness, pain and doubt
Every emotion bares a meaning, like sparks they fly across the moonlit sky.
All the colours go off so bright just the like the celebration of the fourth of July.
And if it becomes an everyday pun they will dim, flicker and be snuffed out.
For the sake entertainment, money, and personal pleasure.
I write not to impress,
But to deal with all bottled up emotions that I would otherwise suppress.
A written retreat.
So I can finally rest my head and sleep.
It is not a conquest.
But a relief to all the stress.
A calmness as the heart still beats.
A solemn promise to never admit defeat.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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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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Good bye sadness
Good bye Sadness
She is so happy now
That you are out of her mind
You finally vanished
Good bye Sadness
Why are you called Sadness?
Because that’s the name they given you
You make people cry
You even made her cry too many times
There was a dark cloud hanging in her eyes
For a long tine
And now it is gone
Good bye sadness
She doesn’t need to see you again
You are also painful
Good bye sadness
You belong in the sad Sea
Where the pain lays
Among the dead fishes
In that sad Sea
The oil from that big ship and vessels
Pollutes this sad Sea
She doesn’t want to be a part of the Sad Sea either
Because it is sad to see
All that wild life dies
Good bye sadness
You never had anything good to offer her anyway
Pain and more pain you brought her all through those years
But the truth is that she had to go through it
To appreciate the good stuff
Yes sadness I can tell you she went through with it
For a long time
Good bye sadness
Please stay away from her forever
She doesn’t need you in her life
Sadness breaks everybody’s hearts
Her heart was broken too many times
By you sadness
Good bye sadness
poem by Aldo Kraas
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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
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A Suicide Note
There’s nothing left up in my life,
Everything went wrong,
And I always cried,
Nobody ever loved me,
Nobody loves me,
Life now seems like a dark night,
I feel this right,
Now it’s time to write,
A Suicide Note…..
I want to die,
I’ll have to die,
My mind says this,
But heart asks why?
I answered my heart with a question,
What is worth living a life?
Where happiness was never seen as an emotion?
He said that
Your past was good,
Your past was bad,
But don’t recall the times,
Which make you sad,
There’s a very bright future
In front of you,
Where you can find many springs
And winter few,
But this can only happen if you give up to die,
And see a brighter side of your life…
I wasn’t satisfied
With what he said,
So I repeated,
That for me now, nobody cared,
He then stared me for a while,
And started to explain with a smile,
That,
Mon runs behind you to take your meal,
Dad suggest you to have control on wheels,
Friends are always with you,
Whatever the matter,
So, do you think if you die,
Their life will be better?
But I shouted No!
Nobody loves me,
I never hurted anyone
But everybody hurts me…
He said that don’t act childish,
You know you are lying,
Listening to his words,
I started crying,
But he continued to say that,
Haven’t you given you mom,
The hardest pain ever when you were born,
Haven’t you hurted your dad,
By spending his money to throw a party,
Which he had saved to buy you a watch,
So that his son may learn punctuality…
But they didn’t cry,
And tried to die,
But instead always smiled,
As you were in their life,
So my dear friend,
Try to understand,
If you tried to stop your breath,
You’ll be the reason for many deaths,
Your mom, dad, sister and brother,
Love you more than any other,
I realized that I was wrong,
And this life is a journey,
Very long,
You may get lost in your way,
Or miss some turns some time,
But be patient as everything,
One day, will be fine,
I wanted to write a suicide not,
But ended up writing this simple thought,
It’s hard to live but even harder to die,
So respect the most special gift of Lord,
This Beautiful Life!
poem by Apurva Jain
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People We Meet
It's weird the people you run into
everyday a new person or one from the past
simply amazing when and where
Libraries, stores, bars, anywhere
from a little hello or a face from the past
A lovely little chat can bring memories back
what we call the good ole dazes
it puts a warm feeling when you touched someone
knowing they remember you, you remembering them
finding out you have a lot in common
but so different in the past
social status changes over the years
but we all still find out we're still the same
money does change the past, changes the future
but touching a person's live can be endless
we were mean and cruel to some in our past
but maturity and experience may have taught us to be better
Hold no or grudges towards the past
look to the present and to treat people the same
people make the world the way it is
so we need to show the young the way
treat classmates, neighbors, strangers right
the way you want to be treated
they may treat you better back
for strangers we touch may be our friends in the future
make a gesture to someone and the gesture may be returned
love to touch a ole classmate's, neighbor's or stranger's life
kindness and friendliness starts with you
make day with a post, a hello, a letter
memories good or bad can make us a better person
meeting people one by one make me write of times we met
the stories we do tell of yesteryear.
poem by Michael Peterson
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His Call
That evening
I sat down to write
My very last mail
To him.
And while I was writing
I could feel
My aching heart
Throbbing so loud
I could hear
Every beat of it
Pulsating with pain.
And still I kept writing
My very last mail
To him.
Though my eyes
Felt blurred
With all the tears
That rushed asunder
Streaming through my cheeks
And yet I brushed them aside
And wrote
My very last mail to him.
And when I had done
All the writing
I took a long, last look
At that letter of mine
Re-reading every word of it
That I had written to him
With all my heart...
Those precious moments
Were so endearing to me
For I felt that
Once this mail goes
I won't be able to
Write to him anymore
No more of those
Diary mails of mine
I used to write to him
Everyday.
For I had made a Promise
Never to go back
To him.
And that promise I had made
To him and to myself
With all the pain
And the agony
That had shrouded me.
Yes - that promise has stayed Intact
And I would abide by it.
And I haven't faltered...
Though my tender heart feels
So very Bruised.
And even though
The other day
He called me up
And I heard
His broken voice
Over the phone
Saying that
He had read my mail
Explaining himself
How he was...
How very dear to him
I have been
How very close
To his heart.
I just listened
And yet his garble of words
Were beyond me now
And more than his voice
His words of care
I could hear -
The waves of silence
That had engulfed me.
He did all the talking
And I -
All the listening...
And yet,
Today - when I look back
I don't feel like going back
To him anymore.
And I know he might call again
Asking me if I am cross.
In life's such delicate
Situations -
Being angry doesn't help
So why should I be?
It is just that
I don't feel like
Writing to him anymore
The pain is just too much
And so are the scars of the past
Like scabs on the skin
Bleeding every now and then.
And so that was my last mail
My very last mail to him
And his call for a truce
I had to choose...
Truce with him
Or truce with my silence.
And I looked back
At all the hard times
He had given me -
All the pain of the past years
That kept reverberating inside
Like the Tinnitus of being Deaf.
And I thought
I would call it a truce
A truce of realisation
A truce of acceptance
No - not with him.
But - A Lifetime's Truce
With me and my Destiny.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I always laugh the hardest at the stuff you see in day-to-day life. It's great when somebody can tell a joke that really makes you laugh hard, but to see some kind of personal interaction that no one could write is so good. Those are always the things that make me laugh.
quote by Luke Wilson
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXII: Laugh
there's laugh, forced laugh
laugh, gentle rejection without word
laugh, looking sympathy with laugh
laugh but actually doesn't laugh
hiding anger, hiding pain
cheerful laugh but alone inside
why you try hard to impress people?
tired and wounded more
laughing your foolish joke
and crying life in the dark room
laugh for yourself
laugh with your heart
and you'll never regret to try an honest laugh
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Goddess of Pain
Oh Goddess
Of Pain
What will I do
Without you
Everyday
You bless me
With the feeling of pain
You make me hurt
Every single day
Do you like to
Hurt me so much
With all the pain
You give me
You tear my heart
Apart so much
I cant stand it
I try to stitch it
Back together
But you dont want
That to happen
So you just tear open
My new heart
Sometimes I wonder
If what you give me
Is not a gift
I wonder
If it is
A curse
That you pledge on me
I dont know
What I shall do
With you watching me
Every single day
Making my life
Miserable then ever
Some pain is good
But I have one little question
Just for you
Will you please
Let up a little bit
From all the pain you give me
I cant take it
Anymore
So please
Just think about it
And hopefully
Youll understand
I am just human
That is not the strongest
In the world
So like I said
Please
Just think about it
I know I will
Be thinking about it
Hoping that you understand
Because it hurts so much
I cry myself
To sleep every night
Wanting the pain to go away
I feel very tired
Right now
So I am going to go
And cry myself to sleep
Wanting you
The Goddess of Pain
To take away
All the pain
You have given me
From day after day
poem by Allison Unknown
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How Many Poems/Can I Make Of/ These Flowers and Trees?
HOW MANY POEMS/ CAN I MAKE/ OF THESE FLOWERS AND TREES? /
How many poems
Can I make
Of these flowers and trees?
How many times
Can I say
‘The Beauty I see with my eyes
has no words for it.’?
How many times
Can I write and write,
‘The wonder of joy of this life
Fills my soul with gratitude and Awe’?
How many times can I thank God?
Everyday-
For the rest of my life-
As long as I have eyes and mind and words and heart.
Every day.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Celebration
Written: bell, taylor
Intro:
Wah-ho
Wah-ho
Wah-ho
Main:
Celebration good times, come on
Its a celebration
Celebration good times, come on
Lets celebrate
1:
Theres a party goin on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times and your laughter too
Were gonna celebrate your party wlth you
Come on now
(celebration)
Lets all celebrate and have a good time
(celebration)
Were gonna celebrate and have a good time
Chorus:
Its time to come together
Its up to you, whats your pleasure
Everyone around the world, come on
Wah-ho
Its a celebration
Wah-ho
Main:
4x: were gonna have a good time tonight
Lets celebrate, its all right
Chorus:
Wah-ho
Wah-ho
Celebration good times, come on
(lets celebrate)
Ohh ohh
Celebration good times, come on
(its a celebration)
Celebration good times, come on
(lets celebrate)
Come on and celebrate tonight
cos everythings gonna be all right
Lets celebrate
Main:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Me
Ask me how I'm doing? 'Very good I say '
My life is good, bad memories I try and keep away
I write as therapy to get me through
All the pain from the past, when I was blue
I write alot of things, about my life
I write about things that brought me strife
I am constantly thinking what to write about
Sometimes I write so I have no need to shout
Sometimes I write straight from my heart
Maybe helping others to get a brand new start
Alot of time depression comes sneaking in
And that's when I get out my paper and pen
I look around me and will always see
That there are those that had it worse than me
I write as a hobby because I enjoy it so
It makes all the bad things have to go
I'm not usually sad by any means
Sometimes insecure, thats from my genes
I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me
My life is good and I'm finally free
So if this explains me a little bit
I think this poem I will submit!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Soap
you wish i were true
to every word i wrote in my poems
like sadness
that i must be sad when my poems
talk about sadness
like separation and disgust and pain
that i must suffer
with the poems i write that i must have despair
and pain too
and disgust
for every word of disgust written in every word
in every line
how cruel of you
how cruel of truth
how can i justify my death when i speak only of death
and in the very poem
where i write the word
death
there is soap
there is this box of untruths in pandora and when i open it
they must spread and you may refuse to believe
me again
but it would be very cruel of you
to make these poems
all these poems be my life my only life
and lived
and day by day lived in accordance with the
mouths of these poems
empathy
is the word, it is like i am putting my feet in another person's
shoes
then i write, and i could have written about this word: happiness
joy, bliss
ecstasy, light, and amazing glory
i choose not to,
i think, i have too much of it, and i do not share it for now
there is no necessity
and i cannot really help
with so much loneliness and sadness out there
with them i stretch my hands to hold them and feel them
and they all become
myself. it is not soap then, and there are no bubbles in the skies
there is no child playing amazed by the bubbles that burst and by the
bubbles that
are so abundant.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Want You To Go, Please Go
please go now
it is dark and you need sleep
you are tired, you are disturbed, and i do not want to be the reason
for your disturbed feelings
leave me alone
i always have to suffer alone
it is my season of pain, it my turn to be miserable
i will be alone in this and you cannot be of help
no one can
it is me finally caught in my own world of loneliness
the world that i write about so many times described in all
my poems
please go now, i do not want to see a beautiful person like you crying
let there be no tears
and sobs
a gentleman like me still has dignity
let me have the honor, the opportunity to go in peace
to the world that i can no longer write and talk about
because it will be indescribable
because there i am no longer myself
but another being
perhaps with wings and with feelings which are so light
like floating and drifting clouds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stress
My heart bleeds
Yet I cant shed a tear
No matter what I'm going through
I feel the tears that are falling from my heart
My heart aches from the pain
The pain that I go through everyday
The pain an eighteen year old shouldnt have to feel
So much to say, but how do I say it
The stress has me pullin my hair out
I try and explain my pain
Yet know one is around to listen
So I scream and yell at myself
WHY? ?
Is my question to everything
Never do I have an answer
Why cant people just sit down and pay attention?
Now that I dont have anyone
I put my mask on
The mask that blocks off all emotion
So I cant feel the pain anymore
The pain that happens everyday
Now that the day ends
I sit in my chair and realize
I'm holding fist full of hair..
poem by Ashley Olson
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Empathy
I always wonder why
When you look down into my eyes
My feeling swiftly changed between happiness and sorrow
And tears begin to fall
I’m not you and you are not me
But your pain becomes my pain
When you are sad, I’m the one who foolish cry
When you are wounded, my heart is hurt more
When someone is unkind to you
I want to hit that man hard
Your anger becomes my fire
Your horror becomes my nightmare
I’m not you and you are not me
But why could you wonder?
Your joy is my joy
When you smile, blossoms rain in my heart
When you reach your dream, my soul shines more
When someone finally understand you
I want to hug that man tight
Your laugh becomes my air
Your pleasure becomes my treasure
When you look deep into my eyes
I can feel your emotion as clearly as mirror
Until you breaking this magic wall
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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July Sun
you are a brand new person,
my feeble hands applaud you,
to the extent that they are able.
please don't close yourself alone,
fear is the emotion of the unfaithful.
strike it down with a mighty swing,
and liberate your soul
from the rusty chains of depression.
you will see when you are free,
dancing to the rhythmic beating of your own pulse,
watch the July sun, as it massacres the unwilling,
and bleeds miles for your troubled soul.
when this world shows you it's secrets,
and you realize what this lonely place has to offer,
don't look back in anger, your soul has been tempered
with the oppressed voice of the unheard.
watch me fly, over the rest of eternity,
solemn expression painted on my face,
watch me soar in the July sun.
poem by Mat Langford
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Tonight We're Gonna Tear Down The Walls
(Randy Travis/Jim Sales)
Tonight were gonna tear down the walls
Were gonna laugh and drink and dance and have a ball
The good times ain't over after all
And tonight we're gonna tear down the walls
It seems we let the hard times come between us
Like a wall around our hearts we couldn't see
Hard luck and trouble came rainin down upon us
They almost got the best of you and me
Once we loved to stay at home and make love
Now work is all we ever seem to do
We been spendin too much time makin money
I think its time we had a laugh or two
Tonight were gonna tear down the walls
Were gonna laugh and drink and dance and have a ball
The good times ain't over after all
And tonight we're gonna tear down the walls
It seems we let the hard times come between us
Like a wall around our hearts we couldn't see
Hard luck and trouble came rainin down upon us
They almost got the best of you and me
You put your party clothes and makeup
And Ill polish that ol truck until it shines
Dont worry bout a thing til monday mornin
Just leave hard luck and troubles far behind
(cause)
Tonight were gonna tear down the walls
Were gonna laugh and drink and dance and have a ball
The good times ain't over after all
And tonight we're gonna tear down the walls
The good times ain't over after all
And tonight we're gonna tear down the walls
song performed by by Randy Travis
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A Hundred Times Over
A hundred times over words have flowed through my fingers to the keys
A hundred times over I have released the freedom that is in my mind,
A hundred times over I have become one with my inter most longing,
A hundred times over I have taken a journey to show you my own world.
A hundred times over I have written of pain and life, of sorrow and joy,
A hundred times over I have used my art to show you what's in my mind
A hundred times over again I will show you.
A hundred times over I have cried for those, whose names are untold,
A hundred times over I have showed you their pain.
A hundred times over I have become their connection to you,
A hundred times over I have showed you the beauty of our world,
A hundred times over I have taken you somewhere you may never see,
A hundred times over my words have screamed the horror of darkness,
A hundred times over I have sung to you the beauty of light,
A hundred times over I have taken your hand to lead you to a new place
A hundred time over I have written for those who have no words to write
A hundred times over I have tried to show truth in a world of lies,
A hundred times over I have have tried to show the world's beauty,
A hundred times over again I will lead down these paths,
A hundred times over and over again I will show you reality,
A hundred times over and over again I shall show you my world,
A hundred times over and over again until you have memorised truth,
A hundred times over again until you can repeat what I have told,
A hundred times over again shall I create an art of words, time, of life.
A hundred times over again I shall do this,
A hundred times over again.
A hundred times over.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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