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He thought
He would
Play with
My feelings
And get away
With it.

What he didn't
Know that if I
Started playing
With him, he would
Never get over it.

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(Poem themed on Vengeance)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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This Poem Has Feelings

This poem has feelings
This a poem of sorrow, hurt and pain
This is a poem of struggle, sufferation and poverty
This poem has feelings
Stabbing beats
kill my joy with a sad song
This poem will speak
This poem will fight
This poem is angry
This poem has feelings
Cruel thoughts run and rule my thinking
Uncognitive, unrational, jut cold and hardhearted
This poem has feelings

poem by Zanele Mavuso
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If I started at 13, by the time I was 14 I was already good enough to play in front of people. I started off playing drums when I was 5, so playing in front of people didn't matter - not a problem.

quote by Jam Master Jay
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Kids

Early mornings late nights
Playing baseball all day
Follow by hide n go seek
We always had fun
We always seem to get into trouble
We were like two peas in a pod
You were the first one I ever kissed
I dreamed it would always be just me and you
I dreamed that you would be my first
Then we started getting older
My friends liked you
I admit I was jealous
Then again I hooked you two up
We started to grow apart
Nothing was ever going to be the same
I didn't have anyone anymore
Then I hardly talked wit you
We finally went are seperate ways
Now after years go by you show up
Right out of the blue
I didn't know what to think
I finally had a boyfriend
So I pushed you away
And you left again
My man and I broke it off
You stoped by
An we both knew what was going to happen
Everything I ever dreamed about you came true
Yet I dont have those feelings I use to have for you
Will it ever be like it use to?

poem by Ashley Olson
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Magic

Which of me
Is there in my
Poetry…
You’ll never
Be able to
See ;)

I love to
Role-play
To bewitch
Thee.

So, by the
Time, you’ve
Guessed –
Yes, that is
The real ‘me’
I’ve vanished
And donned
Another garb
To play –
Hide and seek
With thee ;)

(Poem themed on Disguise)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Hurt

Whatever
It takes me
To hurt you,
I'll do.

You
Crossed
All limits
To hurt me.

Didn't You?

(Poem themed on Retaliation)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I really didn't have a plan, I just went in and started playing. one of my specialties was to be able to play for a really long time without stopping and I would play these repeated patterns for hours and hours and I wouldn't seem to get tired.

quote by Terry Riley
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It Depends On The Situation

In the playing of games,
There are those who are less experienced...
Decide without advice taken,
To play them indiscriminately.
Without thought of who the opponent may be.
Or if the one chosen to be exposed to playing,
Has not in fact...
Elected to do so to prevent total boredom,
To hop and take a ride on one's back...
In the playing of games.

And then,
In the playing of games...
It depends on the situation.
The environment is important as well.
However...
If the playing of the same games,
Gets too familiar...
It becomes very difficult to play them,
With the same exuberance...
As those enjoying to play them repetitiously,
Throughout their lives!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My brother Part -II(Read my brother Part-I frst)

After I returned from the nursing home,
My Bumped head looked like a dome..
My Brother not giving me a moment of peace,
Started jumping around me like a tease,
How I wished I could beat him then!
But then I remembered my previous happenings again,
The moment I recovered fully,
My brother pinched me and called me a bully!
Suddenly, a plan struck my head!
'Will you play with me? ' to my brother I said
My Brother in reply said'Great! '
And was not a bit afraid!
As he didn't know what I was going to do with him,
He was completely unaware, as to me it seemed.
Then our Great Playing started,
My Brother always dodged me and darted,
Winning the game everytime,
Then I thought of doing my crime!
My plan was to hold him by his knee
And tickle him till he cried, you see,
But with my blasted luck!
I was the Sitting duck,
'cause soon my brother heart his nose
And I was full of remose
I never wanted gom to hurt that way,
But my mom didn't listen to what I had to say,
She thought that I was taking revenge,
And scolded me like a savage,
So you now see what kind of a boy my brother is,
So my request Is stay away from him please!

poem by Baidurya Mukherjee
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I didn't have an agent, I didn't have a headshot. I didn't even know if anyone would know where to find me. I just went back to highschool and started playing with my band.

quote by Jason Schwartzman
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I Never Thought Of This Poem

I never thought of this poem
It strolled into me, vividly
Forcing and obliging me
It urged me on despite resistance
I never thought of this poem

I never thought of this poem
It possessed and subdued me
It never left me alone, in peace
I could no longer resist its force
I never thought of this poem

I never thought of this poem
I gave in to it, to its wishes
I wrote it, I read it
It came out of me, liberating me
I never thought of this poem!

Huyton, Liverpool, UK
Wednesday,22nd April,2009

poem by Isaac Maliya
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Stop!

Stop
Asking
Questions
Why people
Didn't do
What you
Wanted them
To do…

Were you
Able to do
What you
Always
Wanted to
Do…
And what
People
Expected
Of you?

(Poem themed on Expectations)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Poem About The Poem About The Poem

THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM

The poem about the poem about the poem
Written in dream
And forgotten in sleep
Comes back to me slowly now
As if it had been away on a long long journey
And is reluctant to come home-

I write it
But it really writes me
And when I try to make sense of what it means
It tells me its ambiguities
Are more important and interesting
Than my clarity-

The poem about the poem about the poem
Written now
May not be a poem about a poem about a poem at all
But may merely be my own playing with words
Which take the place in my life
Of really living-

A poem about a poem about a poem?
Surely this is a mysterious thing
If it exists at all.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'll Be Waiting

I'll be waiting here for you
Can you feel my dream come true
I'll be waiting here for you every day of my life
I'll be waiting here for you
Don't you feel the same way, too
I'll be waiting for the rest of my life
Hold on to what you've got and take my hand
The more we talk the less we understand
The time we shared just seemed to go nowhere
Go nowhere - nowhere
It was the first of july, when I realised, why
While I was walking through the rain
Watching raindrops play their game
Seventeen, seventeen years of pain
I couldn't see, just couldn't see my inner flame
From that day on, sudden I didn't feel alone,
Took all my courage and my pride, I gave myself a ride
Beauty, only comes from deep inside,
I stopped playing with my feelings seek and hide
My great longing in life, was to find that special wife
And everytime one came around,
I hurt her feelings and I found
Out,- it's all about give and take
Last one I did, but the first one was a fake
Honesty was, what I didn't know about
And finally I met the one
That's when I started her to show
Love,- isn't it a compromise
I almost paid the highest price
Come back to what you've got and take my hand
I'm your passion, I'm your fortune, I'm your friend
How can broken hearts just find their way back home
Way back home - again

song performed by by DJ Bobo
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A Poem Is Just A Poem

a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem

a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about

anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's

poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be

a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice

thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist

on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,

need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem

it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so

this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Full Package

I need for you to hear me!
I know, I know, I know I must admit, that we started out with an agreement that were going to have a sexual relationship without attachments. And I thought I could handle just being friends with benefits! !  

You wouldn't believe going in this I just wanted my needs to be mat just like you! ! ! ! and I didn't have a clue that I started developing feelings for a person whom I had a verbally agreed that it just going to be about sex and that's it! and I look at this and say WOW WTF is going on...... With me

And I wrote this because  I wanted you to see me  differently and not just that small part of me sexually but a full package. The full package

poem by Clarence Williams
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About thought

Ignorant we are
About our thought
Our thought cheated us.
Our thought makes poem
And the poem keep intact.
We are all in our poem
And our poem paint us sky
And sky is within.
Forgetting everything
Poem is kept for use
And we are used by poem
Day and night.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Golfing by Myself

I used to make fun of my dad
because he took golf so seriously

then I started playing with my boss
who plays even more serious
so I started making fun of my dad
for not taking it serious enough

now I play by myself

poem by Dallin Bruun
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Infectious Thought

I
A poem like a thought
Ingratiates with time
When we write it's wrought
Into our rhyme
II
What is thought once
Is thought forever
Whether intellect it hunts
Or it's dull or clever
III
An ancient poem
And another's thought
We may call our own
So think we aught
IV
What binds us to those
We never knew
Is a poem or a prose
A thought our minds too
V
In this poem I
Think like me too
As I sit and think
only of you

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Why Didn't You Call Me

We went out one night
Everything went right
We got something started
It was outta sight
We had such a good time
Hey! Why didn't you call me?
I thought I'd see you again

Bt the phone I wait
String into space
Thinking about our first kiss
Out on our first date
We had such a good time
Hey! Why didn't you call me?
I thought I'd see you again

Why don't you call me again?
And I'm gonna ask
When I see you again
Thought you would be my man my lover my friend
I never thought it would end so quickly
It would end

I've resorted to
Hanging up on you
I know you know it's me
How else will I talk to you
We had such a good time
Hey! Why didn't you call me?
I thought I'd see you again

Why don't you call me again?
And I'm gonna ask
When I see you again
Thought you would be my man my lover my friend
I never thought it would end so quickly
We had such a good time
Hey! Why didn't you call me?
I thought I'd see you
I thought I'd see you
I thought I'd see you again

song performed by by Macy Gray from On How Life Is
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THEY ARE POETS TOO, You are a poet!

THEY ARE POETS TOO, You are a poet!

THOSE who misspell
And those who are still coping up
With their metaphors
The techniques
Of rhyme & beat
Those who think
They do not
Know how to
Write poetry
And those
Who fear
What to say
What to write
What the others say
About their poetry
And those that doubt
Their writing
Abilities
Their thoughts

Their feelings
Their feelings
Their feelings
Yes
Yes
Their feelings

Or those who simply
Fear that they may only
Be displeasing
And disappointing

And those whose
Sense of confidence
About this thing
This poetry
This poem thing
Those that still
Hide what they
Feel to what they
Think

Is prose

Those who think that
Their life
Is not worth
Sharing in the
The beat and
Rhyme of poetry

Behold
The mere thought
About life
About a beating heart
The pulse
The eyes that blink
The fingers fidgety
That type the words

Of feelings
Of feelings
Yes
Yes
About feelings
It is all about feelings

The genuine feelings
Of your life
You type them
Each word
To another word
A chain of words
A long chain of words

Like playing the music
To the piano keys
Like strumming
The strings of a
Flamenco guitar

A certain music
A certain beat
To the sound
Of your computer keys
Hear the beat
And the rhyme
Of your computer keys
Each word
To another word
To a chain of words
To a longer chain of words
You are running a chain of feelings
You are chasing a chain of feelings long chained in your hearts wanting to be free

To be free
To be free
Yes
Yes
You, feeling to be free to run free to be all free

Like you were scattering red rose petals to this pedestal
Like you were sprinkling waters to this garden
Like you were splashing waters in the sea
Like you were bathing playing dancing in the rain
Like you were humming a tune to a trek on a hill
Like you were making love with your beloved the whole night

Behold
A poet in you is born

Behold
You are typing
A poem

You are
Feeling

And you are
By all means

Now a poet

I hereby baptize you
With that name.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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