Birth Of Hope
See, now we are left with nothing
A tiny desire of infinity no longer entails our songs
As they embark into the sky like vastness of our meeting
See, we have seen the light of darkest hours
And the cravings that we had are now blossoms of little delights
Now a dropp of failure and defeated shy
is taking its last leave from us
And we are weeping in consoling tears
But see, we have no sadness.
This is just a good bye.
And we have seen roads returning
begin with a small change, a small step that we are ready to take.
Not every road shows you a sign
And the nomadic allegory of life
Comes to life in such company.
We have explored happiness in almost
all of its possible hideouts, caves of pain.
The outcomes were summaries of insides of us.
A poem without language speaks the light of life.
The adventures of death have lured all our wonders
Now life is much and much in it is
more than a droplet of night
A traveler is about to be one with the night
Some homeless children are looking for shelters
of their hunger, a drought has just passed from our hearts
and we are flooded still
Like stars we sit at these dying hours staring at one another
with blinking pearls of our thoughts.
We are searching traces of life
Yet, yet, see there is no pain
We have explored all the possible hideouts
Life is never far from us.
If like me you too have a little nothingness
Let us sit in the next sunset and share these celebrations
of death and birth.
I am ready to disappear in life's waves
to eternity, an era of timelessness.
Let every exploration end but into a beginning
See in the envelope of sunrise
There are messages from the world beyond
raising the rays of birth of hope.
Are you ready for the morning?
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I Am
I am your spoken truth
I am the lies in you
Im gonna make you shine in everything you do
I am your lighted way
And Im your darkest day
Im here to help you see you can rely on me
Just consider me your friend
I am until the end
Can I guarantee you life?
I dont think I can
This isnt the life for me
This isnt the way I want to be
And let me tell you
Death will come when Im good and ready
I am your peace of mind
Confusing all your time
Im running through your veins, I am your pain
I thought by now youd know
Ill never let you go
Its time you recognize I am the devils eyes
Just consider me your friend
I am until the end
Can I guarantee you life?
I dont think I can
This isnt the life for me
This isnt the way I want to be
And let me tell you
Death will come when Im good and ready
This isnt the life for me
This isnt the way I want to be
And let me tell you
Death will come when Im good and ready
Take me by my hand
And let me show you what I am
Im taking control again
Now I know I can
Take you back to where it all began
cause I am
This isnt the life for me
This isnt the way I want to be
And let me tell you
Death will come when Im good and ready
This isnt the life for me
This isnt the way I want to be
And let me tell you
Death will come when Im good and ready
song performed by by Godsmack
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Life Is Not A Poem
LIFE IS NOT A POEM
Life is not a poem
Life is difficult and small
Life is disappointment-
Life is not a poem
And not a song
And not joy in the morning
And blessing in the night-
Life is pain and sorrow and old age and death
Life is no good
When it is not-
Now tell me about your morning poem – also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Not Ready to Say Goodbye
As sit here staring at your picture I can’t believe you are gone.
I only knew you from this photograph but I loved you just the same.
I know I should put the picture away and move on with my life,
but I’m not ready to say goodbye.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to your beautiful angelic face.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to the hope you brought to my life.
In God’s plan he only gave you two hours of life on this earth.
My faith allows me to believe He had a very good reason for that.
But even with my belief in God’s plan I’m still not ready to say goodbye.
I dedicate this poem in loving memory of my little niece Isabel Imani Smith.
The poem and her poet
Death once told poor life defeated by life:
Life's no life if lived on the edge of knife,
No more a struggle, nor is full of strife,
Do ye know how many deaths is Death rife?
Death's all death; the same is not true of life,
Life tries to knot her up snaps when death's knife,
But I've heard a man asking on death bed,
Pray, tell me Death, how long ere I'm all dead?
To him, said death, straightening up his head,
Moments might when look like minutes of dread,
Minutes stretch and stretch into hours, instead,
When hours take days, and days, years, you are dead.
Remember, life's lived moment to moment,
‘Tis measured too in a moving moment,
Forget not: Death alone is permanent,
I dwell in life from birth, live life dormant;
There's no freedom in life, nor should death call,
Death changes but the bricks of prison wall,
All quarrels ‘tween life and death, big and small,
Settled are, death when proves him far too tall.
Life is a small piece, but a paragraph
Of my poem, said Death, metre nor measure but in half,
Life may decide every new beginning,
But ‘tis me that knows the length, knows ending.
Eons pass sans measure for endless time,
While no clocks tick, nor dare their hours to chime,
Boulders of rocks break down whilst time stands still,
O grinding into grains of sands sans will.
While life is stuck with my poem's first rhyme,
Death challenged life to dare the worst she can,
I'm the Absolute trouser wearing man1,
I wonder how relative would tick time!
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1. Death muses himself to be the male principle, the purusha.
The poem stands for life and prakriti. The piece here depicts
a dialogue between Life, or the matter, the poem and her
creator poet, the Death. In Indic philosophy, purusha is the
presiding deity, the atman or soul, which is eternal and body
is made of prakriti, the material nature, which is death-bound.
_____________________________________________ __________________
- Musings | 12.08.12 |
poem by Aniruddha Pathak
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If looking to make a little mistake
I have come to you
Do not ask me why I am so
We had met on the
other end of this song also...
The moment of which some memory and
some forgetting were weaved
And now all over we are in a tune
played on the festival of strangers,
If it is there, do not ask me of its beginning
Do not ask me of birth
in which way I am...
For death I have seen and my birth is many
I do not have long words to tell you
of my stories
of escapes and chase
inside the caves of the heart
in a dropp and a sea
a moment and an age
blend together and turn into a company
that is why night is young, always.
If my sorrows are caressed by unseen thoughts
If my tears are theft by the traps styled by my own self
Ask me not, why I don't cry
In the lanes of life, I too turn back
to take a glance at places
which I have left and to which shall never return.
In an unspoken voice
I write on you the music of a touch
We shall never know, the last time we sit side by side
And speak and think of nothing has just passed.
If looking to make a little mistake...
I ask you what the colour of love is
In which garden blossoms the butterfly
And embarks on to eternity to meet the wings of rainbow
Know that, it is in the joy of celebration
of the defeat of my ageless loneliness
in the hands of meeting a moment of yours,
I am portraying my own sketches in a shade even
not known to me
So just let me make a little mistake
As I come across a mirror while crossing the road
Let me glance at myself and not think what I see to be known..
...
Ready To Love
When I look at you all I can see
Is the shadow of your life
You see this stage is a mirror
You can see me
But I can't see past its light
Lovers have tried to reach down inside
I only said that they were wrong
But when all I've got left is me and my pride
I realize you can't buy love with a song
So somebody take me out of the night
Show me what life is made of
Won't somebody reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready to love
Well a lesson that's learned too late is a crime
I can't stand the pain of what could have been
Oh it's such a shame there's no one to blame
But no one knows what I have seen
What do you see when you look at me
Do I really seem so far away
But the song will go on
And you will applaud
And look at me I'll just keep singing
Somebody take me out of the night
Show me what life is made of
Won't somebody reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready to love
Oh show me what life's made of
Somebody please reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Taking The Wings Of A Dragon
Here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. Im taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. I want to embrace the sky. I want to live my life before I die. I don't want to hide behind contradictions or lies. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. I'm taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready fly. Empty the mind, open the soul and let it all flow through. Broken hearts can be glued. I know that at one time it seemed as if I was screwed. But I have paid those dues. And now its time to move. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. I'm taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. The awe inspired. The truly desired. Stop to admire. What if that was yours? Oh so much do I adore. I must explore so much more. Never deny a chance to change the score. A riddle within is where I must begin. I must see this to the end. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Was I on the run? . Well now its over. Im taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. I'm getting ready to fly.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Since I Have Felt The Sense Of Death
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
poem by Helen Hoyt
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Show Me How To Live
In with the early dawn
Moving right along
I couldnt buy an eye of sleep
And in the aching night
Under satellite
I was not recieved
With the stolen parts
A telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this a cure is or is this a disease
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
In the afterbirth
On the quiet earth
Let this things remind me
You thought you made amend
You better think again
Before my row defines you
Hey hey I said
Near as I an figure
You gave me life now show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
And in your waiting hands
I will land
And roll out of my skin
And in your final hours I will stand
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
song performed by by Audioslave
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This Poem This Life
THIS POEM THIS LIFE
This poem this life
This beginning again
These words
This time of troubles
This late morning gloom
This sorrow
This sadness
These words
This time of difficulty
This light
This day
This world
This everything which is for me now
This life
This trouble
This pain
This sorrow
This love
This hope
These children
Their lives
This prayer
This wife
This love
This Israel
This light
This is
This is again
This is forever
This now
This always
This never
This was
This You and only You
This.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready to meet jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will he know you when he sees you
Or will he say, depart from me?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of god
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Am I ready, hope Im ready.
When destruction cometh swiftly
And theres no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the lord?
Are you ready, I hope youre ready.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Before the Reply
Before I could reply he sprang to his feet,
I was wrapped in a vision of Hell;
Exhausted and bloodied, my springing
And dying corrected the people.
I was a stern and stone figure,
When in my life.
I should have plenty of disputes for this life,
Inside a session of clear light.
Understand this now that you have explored
The right angle, and the right belief.
When he bounced tonight,
The balls also did, for the eternity that is ready.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Enemy Series: Life and Death from Wizard 101
Life and Death are different
Life is warm
Death is cold
But they still share a school
Life is hope and wonders
Death is whimps and sorrow
But both share the same dream
Life is good
Death is great
Great as the number eight
But afraid of eachother
Life is in death
As death is in life
So whats the difference?
I SAY NONE!
(WIZARD 101 LOVERS FRIEND ASHLEY MOONFLOWER SHE ROCKS!) Note from Enyioma Okereke
poem by Nikishioshianamariatolinda Madekieosafreamnuytuiyf
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Sonnet: Anticipate Woes; Lose not Hope
When sadness goes and joy has replaced it,
Remember Man, ’tis just a transient state;
One’s happiness depends on how you’re hit;
Enjoy as if ’tis not your one life-mate.
Who knows how long the present joys shall last?
Ready thyself for flood of sadness’ might;
Despite one’s hunger, one must always fast;
Both joy and sadness keep your mind’s frame right.
A joyful state can last for days on end,
Nor sadness comes without some joy between;
Live life as if God always is your Friend;
Expect sad things as life is very mean.
Life will adjust no matter, what come may!
Each night will be followed by a new day.
6-6-2001
poem by John Celes
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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here
Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
poem by Requiem Night
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life, death, suicide.
Life on fire,
Life is desire,
Life maybe,
Life we'll see,
Death is dead,
Memories in your head,
Suicide,
Hate inside,
Killing ones self,
Taking ones health,
Dying in pain,
Love ones left with blame,
No love,
Above?
Down below,
God said no,
Life is gone,
Life as one,
Life inside,
Life then suicide.
poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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The Front Line
The unknown causes fear for most,
but I look at it as,
a friend waiting for me.
It could be good,
could be bad,
but all I know is,
I'm ready for it.
I'm ready to run if I must,
I'm ready to draw my sword,
I'm ready to fight till
my final breath,
a true fight till
the death.
Get in line,
all armor on and firm,
for tonight blood will be poured out
upon all people,
those with swords,
and those with shields,
all will feel such pain.
Are you ready,
to draw your sword
then step out onto
the front line?
Are you ready,
to say good-bye,
to those you loved?
Life isn't easy,
so think fast and come quick,
run now and you won't
need to worry,
about the blood others will shed.
Run and be quick,
hurry and escape.
before they take my life,
all because
I tried to save yours.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Can A Poem Be Written Of Total Despair?
CAN A POEM BE WRITTEN OF TOTAL DESPAIR?
Can a poem be written of total despair?
Of life which has lost its meaning completely?
Can a poem be written of such sadness
That it pains night and day?
Can a poem be so deep in darkness
it will never yield light?
Or is the poem itself the sign
That the darkness is not dark forever
And the pain can go away
And despair too will have its own death
And life will once again begin to believe in itself
Even if only shakily?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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