Poetry
Don't force me,
I'll not come to you.
Don't seduce me,
I'll not fall for you.
Don't control me,
I'll not abide by you.
I'm free flowing poetry…
Will gush all over you,
When you least expect me.
I'll tease you with some
Endearing lines….
And then leave you
Wandering….halfway ;)
Stop pursuing me.
I'm like the sun
That seems so close,
And yet is so far away.
But don't worry,
My beloved poet.
I'll come to you
Like the night
That covers the day,
The moon that
Enthrals the night
The intoxicating dream,
That holds you in sway.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Poet Became His Own Poetry
A POET BECAME HIS OWN POETRY
A poet became his own poetry
And all he could be
Was lines and lines and lines
Inside and outside
Lines and more lines
Off- rhymes
Finding a phrase
A metaphor
Hearing listening
To sounds
His own mind made.
A poet became his own poetry
And went into the long sleep
Of being only what he wrote.
No one can know how
Reading these lines now
The poet and the poetry live
without themselves.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Girl On The Moon
Its night, again
Time for my mind to go wandering
Off on a journey, through space and time
In search of a face I can never find
So I close my eyes and look inside
I cant forget
The night that I saw her we never met
She felt so close to me as I reached for her hand
She drifted away like the desert sand
It was her and she was gone
I wish shed come back tonight
Like a star shining bright
I dont know where shes from
Shes like a girl on the moon
A girl on the moon
Shes like a girl on the moon
A girl on the moon
Yeah its night, once again
And that same old feeling is setting in
It all seems so familiar but I hope this time
That the girl on the moon will soon be mine
All mine, tonight
Am I asking too much
Should I leave my dream untouched
Should I even know where shes from
My, girl on the moon
Shes my girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
My girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
My girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
Fille sur la lune
Girl on the moon
Fille sur la lune
song performed by by Foreigner
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Don't
Don't fall in love with a poet
for they will melt your heart
and there is no escape, you see
for romance is their art.
Don't try to vie with a poet
for words trip from their mouths
as easily as quick silver
that lines the darkest clouds.
Don't tell a poet your secrets
for very soon you'll see,
they'll write them as a metaphor
upon a paper sea.
Don't make a stance with a poet
for you don't stand a chance
they'll sway you with emotions
and words that sweetly dance.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
however they endear,
for strong romantic gestures
will conjure flowing tears.
Don't fall in love with a poet
for life will surely change
but oh how happy you will be
to have it rearranged.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Poetic Embracement
Poetry - the mother of all emotion
Some call it mere ‘words in motion’
When I write, I love thee- Oh Poetry!
Thy branches deeper than the banyan tree
That’s why you are stronger than prose
Oh! Poetry! !
And as a poet I have all the freedom
And all the world’s verses in my kingdom
I can be fair or may be a little foul
I can see through the night like an owl
You can make night as day, your way
Oh! Poetry! Have your sway…
You have words stringed like beads
And a finger that pointedly needs
An applaud, a bow, a salutation
Sometimes a silent infatuation
You are the need of a man-to be free
That’s why you are –Poetry! !
If some one loves Thee, is it also me?
That sounds selfish but true you see!
For when I embraced you, Oh! Poetry -
An ‘embracement’ was ‘love’ I thought
But ‘embarrassment’ was what I got!
For she admired me, just for Thee! !
Oh! Poetry! !
So Wright is not wrong to send hugs to me
Or Petal isn’t having a fling with the sepals like me
A Rose no longer pokes on a prose so long
For today, just for you - ‘Poetry’ is on a song..
Let me be chainless today, let me be free
You are, what You are! My Poetry! !
poem by Jyo Jottypoet Love
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Halfway To Heaven
Another day has come cant face it on my own
I almost let you walk away and I guess I should have known
Ill give it to you straight cause some things just cant wait
I ve got to make it up to you and Ill pray its not too late
cause when you look at me with those sad blue eyes
It stops me cold and I realize youre all I need tonight
Were halfway to heaven lyin beside you on a night so still
Were halway to heaven I ask you if youll stay and baby say you will
So whats a man to do to get it through to you
Another lost and lonely night would break this heart in two
So lets take a chance and itll be allright
Just put your trust in me toniht girl were almost there
Were halfway to heaven theres something magic bout the way you kiss
Were halfway to heaven runnin with you baby on a a night like this
Were halfway to heaven I never dreamed that I could get this high
Were halfway to heaven girl I couldnt leave you even if I tried
You got me captured in a crazy spin
You got me so I just cant tell the shape Im in
Were halfway to heaven theres something magic bout the way you kiss
Were halfway to heaven runnin with you baby on a a night like this
Were halfway to heaven I never dreamed that I could get this high
Were halfway to heaven girl I couldnt leave you even if I tried
song performed by by Europe
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Song Of The Sandman
Music: Eithne N Bhraonin - Lyrics: Roma Ryan
Can you hear the night's deep song?
All the shadows say
Telling you when you're asleep,
Tears will fade away
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
And when the moon is high and bright,
Stars will shine on you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you
song performed by by Enya
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No Self Control
Got to get some food
Im so hungry all the time
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
Got to get some sleep
Im so nervous in the night
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
Got to pick up the phone
I will call any number
I will talk to anyone
I know Im gone too far
Much too far I gone this time
And I dont want to think what Ive done
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
There are always hidden silences
Waiting behind the chair
They come out when the coast is clear
They eat anything that moves
I go shaky at the knees
Lights go out, stars come down
Like a swarm of bees
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
Street after street
Night after night
I walk on through the rain
I walk on through the rain
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Poet and Chivalry
Poet, an industry not of mankind
An era that poet’s in awe to partake a rite
Poetry belongs to the ancient tribe
An era that poet’s dissolute and roaming
Poetry ascribes to nature and wildness
An era that poet a jester praised in comic to entertain the king
Poetry is the plaything of an empire
The era that poet yields to the media, pursuing fame and fortune
Poetry is a consuming product
Poet holds in awe since the heaven and earth are vast
Poet’s degenerated because of his nature
Poet’s comical because ironical the self derision
Poet capitulates because of human’s weakness
Although poet hasn’t always been an industry of mankind
Its luster would shine upon the darkness that poet ever survived
Lighting a light in darkness of history and showing its courage
Lighting a light in darkness of future and proving its foresight
Compromised the life
But allows not to compromise of poetry
The spirit and vitality of a chivalry is the case
Poet, still not an industry of mankind
Today
The chivalry has sealed his sword and pen
The page of poetry gradually stained and spotted yellow
The sharp sword conceals a smoked silver flash
poem by DePen Chang
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The Blood Is All Over Me
Every day and every night is a story of bloodshed
Humans, animals, whatever- blood is red
Last night it was smeared all over me
Pouring like rain and flowing free!
Another instance of the violence of strength
Securing its way by going to any length
In the one sided battle of a macabre way
The weak falls and the slaughterer holds sway!
The butchered clings to a life so thin
Dreaming forever of a time they can win
Unable to rise before death makes them free
There’s no drying, the blood is all over me!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Well Take The Night
Roy orbison/will jennings/j.d.souther
Baby its hard sometimes to wake and face this life everyday.
Sometimes its bad enough to stop and through the good all away.
Tonight lets put the world aside and let go toghether.
The night is one place we can hide in each others arms.
Dream on forever.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
Baby, well take the night.
Look up and let the night unfold.
Hold on to the feeling.
Reach out and let it touch your soul.
And give in to love,love is believing.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
If everystar should fall.
And tomorrow lose all meaning.
We would still have had it all.
Its locked away inside our hearts.
There for the dreaming.
Come on baby,and well tale the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dreams are shining in the magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me, oh well take the night.
Come on baby, and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dream are shining in a magic light.
Come with me, oh well take the night.
You and me,yeah well take the night.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Poet Is A Poet/Wherever He Goes
A POET IS A POET/ WHEREVER HE GOES
A poet is a poet
Wherever he goes
He can stop and sit on a bench anywhere
And write a poem
The poems come from without often
But what is within is the poetry-
Like a dream like a fire like a small light
That never goes out
A poet sits anywhere and writes his dream-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Man In The Moon
I am the man in the moon
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
I am a creature of the night
And I hope to come and shed a little light
Although the universe our teacher
I remain the central feature
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
I am the man in the moon
Round and round
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Round and round
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Its that old devil moon
Its that old devil moon
song performed by by Yes
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Man In The Moon
I am the man in the moon
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
I am a creature of the night
And I hope to come and shed a little light
Although the universe our teacher
I remain the central feature
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Silently revolving
Wandering through the heavens above
On my own
I am the man in the moon
Round and round
And I hope to shine upon you very soon
Round and round
Waiting in the night
To bathe you all in moonlight
I am the man
I am the man in the moon
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Round and round and round I go
When I stop no one will know
Its that old devil moon
Its that old devil moon
song performed by by Yes
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Ecstatic Freedom
Freedom is no free, but their will be no rules tonight, because we own the night, the world is ours for the taking and the fright of the night is on more. We are the alphas, and the omegas, we control the pillars of life, and the big bang has nothing on our control, for we have the freedom of the night, we have the freedom of life, and the ecstatic freedom of the night. We are the children of creation, and the enemies of destruction, we own what is to come, and we are what is to be; We are We, We are I, I am You, and You are We. For we are free are so are you for as we are two, enemies are none. This night is fun, as fun as a blast, something that is special, important, knowing its going to last. We have freedom even when it is not free, this night is none of remorse but of free spirituality. For we are like the gods of a good day, and the titans of a great night, for everything is ours to control because starting now everything begins and ends in a delight. For our freedom is ecstatic and eternal, for as a flame it spreads and it grows to where it is not in control, but the control of we. We control what is and is to be and as the flame started it shall never end because of now that flame is we.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Poetry Undefined
Poetry is a great many things
to each poet you see,
Poetry even has various meanings
as to what it is to me
Overall,
Poetry is the means
By which my heart communicates,
My mind finds the words
For these feelings and translates
Sometimes,
Poetry is my lover
My fantasies he fulfills
Beckoning me to crisp, white sheets
where my blacks and blues I spill
Or,
Poetry comes as a mysterious moon
appearing softly in the night,
age old secrets of the universe
he reveals to me with his light
See,
Poetry is my spirit
the connection to the Divine,
It lets me see what I am to be,
let’s me soar when I feel confined
So,
Don’t try too hard to define
What poetry really is
Just know that what you get from a poem
Is all a poet had to give
11.25.02
poem by Tamika Stubblefield
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Never Give Up On A Dream
(rod stewart, bernie taupin / jim cregan)
If theres doubt and youre cold,
Dont you worry what the future holds.
Weve gotta have heroes to teach us all
To never give up on a dream.
Claim the road, touch the sun,
No force on earth could stop you run.
When your heart bursts like the sun
Never never give up on a dream.
Shadows fall, daylight dies,
Freedom never got a place to hide.
Search forever photo finish line
But never give up on your dream.
Crazy notions fill your head,
You gotta break all the records set.
Push yourself until the end
But dont you ever give up on your dream.
Now listen to me
You dont need no restrictions yeah
Oh, sing it again
You cant live on sympathy.
You just need to go the distance,
Oh the distance
Thats all you need to be free,
To be free, to be free, to be free.
Sing a song for me children
You dont need no restrictions yeah
You cant live on sympathy.
You just need to go the distance,
Thats all you need to be free,
Now listen to me!
Inspiring all to never lose,
Itll take a long long time before they fill your shoes
Itll take somebody, somebody, whos lot like you
Who never gave up on a dream.
No, you never gave up on a dream
No, you never gave up on a dream.
You never, never, never,
Never gave up on a dream.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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In The Middle Of The Night
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
In the middle of the night
A poem has to write itself
And these lines
Forced from where they come
Do not know
If they reach the mark or not.
I write poetry, yes,
But am I a true poet?
Am I a true ‘anything’
Or just always
Someone who tries and tries and tries,
And does not know
When to stop?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Nightfall (A Lullaby)
One by one the lights go down
Soon there will be nothing left to see
Night is here
One by one the stars come out
And with the moon will watch us from above
Night is here
Lay your head down to rest
Leave the weary world behind
Close your eyes, don't think twice
There will always be tomorrow
One by one the lights go down
Until there's nothing left to do but dream
Night is here
One by one the stars come 'round
To mark the way and guide us through our dreams
Night is here
Night is here
Night.... is...... here....
poem by Sonya Florentino
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The useless poem
He knows that his poetry
Is a useless endeavor
As you put it,
There is no money for a poet,
Not even fame when he is alive
Or even dead, perhaps for some,
Whose lines are judged for greatness
His poetry is nothing but a way of laundering
His emotions,
Not even read
Nobody really cared
How many nights did he spend to make a poem?
His heart bleeds
For more pain, his stomach acidifies for more
Harmful corrosive liquids rising to his brain
Through all his intestines and veins
And he goes groggy
Nauseous,
Till dawn breaks he makes his lines
Like a fool
He wants to stop and put an end to everything
He is suffering
He knows the end
Cannot refer to this poem
But to his life
He ends it
His poetry may live on some pages
But (again) not even read because nobody
Nobody really cared
Perhaps someday when another useless poet
Comes accidentally along
Surfing
Or
Writes the same useless
Lines like the way he wrote his
By a slim chance
He shall then
Be read for once
Through this poem
Again
And again
Because in fact
There are many of them
More than you will expect
Rereading the useless poems
Still bleeding asking for care and even forgiveness
(The vice of asking for attention
The uselessness of recognition)
Another one reads it this time
It is, I will not mind, You
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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