Future Generations
I confess this:
I have no hope.
The blind talk about an escape.
I see.
When the errors are consumed
The nothing will sit next to us
as our last companion.
poem by Bertolt Brecht
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Errors
there will be always errors
my errors
not yours, even your errors
shall be mine
for there will always be errors
that is too normal
for our lifetime
too short to be erroneous
but always real
too real to be touched
too exciting
to be always noticed
and too numb to be affected
by their
hypocrisies
you too? oh my, why?
don't you like to be the most normal
bird with only two wings
to fly?
how can you use a third wing?
to see with the third eye
aren't you funny to see
on this third
excess?
come, let us feast on these errors
drink these glasses of errors
be filled and vomit with errors
defecate these errors
and be empty again
after having learned so much
to become the
newest genius in this town
of errors.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Escape
Escape
Escape
That one word resonates in my mind
I need an escape a reprieve from
All this energy surrounding me
Escape
Escape
I want to be let out for awhile
To be free and alone
To do what I want without interference
Escape
Escape
I don't wanna hear arguing
Or little petty problems
I want to not have to do anything
Escape
Escape
I want to Escape
poem by Autumn Winds
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As this is the first time I have had the floor, it may be well for me now to confess, that I am in the habit of freely imputing errors to my fellow-men.
quote by Gerrit Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Escape
Paint on my cruel or happy face
I hide me behind it
It takes me inside another place where no-one can find it
Escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Don't get me wrong
Don't get me right
I'm not like you are
When I get home from work at night
I'm blacker and bluer
So I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Where am I running to?
There's no place to go
Just put on my makeup and get me to the show
Yeah
Escape
My doctor said just come around
You'll be taken care of
And while he ran my problems down
I stole his mascara
That's how I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Escape
song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The escapes
Fight is an escape from fear.
Art is an escape from deprivation.
Love is an escape from perversion.
Ambition is an escape from sloth.
Goodness is an escape from depravity.
Life is an escape from death.
Every escape gives you relief
28.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Talking
I have to wonder day by day
as we talk as i say
hello and play the game of causerie
if you'd even talk to me
if i didn't talk to you
if I'm only visible because i engage
would you talk to me too?
am i back in the glass cage?
would you tell me how you feel
if i did not ask
what if i put on a mask
of silence, what if i stopped saying hi
would you let me walk away
would let me fade
even with this friendless we've made
would you talk to me if i didn't start to talk to you
i hope you would, i hope you would start it too
poem by David Knox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Excerpt, A Grammatical Lapse Corrected....
a long time
and now here you are with all these gray hairs,
and you confess
that at this age all that you want to do is listen
it is unlikely that you write
for there will be more corrections and it will really take
a whole lifetime to
finish and
remove all these errors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Visitor
A blind middle aged man
sat alone in his new flat
listening to the silence;
he often sat like that.
He sensed someone close
and strained to hear.
“Hello, who’s there?
I know you’re here”
The silence remained unbroken,
but he knew he wasn’t alone.
“I ask again, what do you want;
why are you in my home? ”
He became anxiously fidgety,
“Why don’t you speak,
have you nothing to say,
or do you fear the weak?
You must know I’m blind
and I’m no threat to you,
so why don’t you speak
like normal people do?
Do you have trouble hearing?
Is that why you don’t respond?
Well, I’ll do the talking
and you just tag along.
Because I’m not convinced
that anyone’s really there
I’ll talk as if you are,
so interrupt when you care.
Are you a lonely guy like me
with no friends to talk to,
and do you spend your days
with nothing at all to do? ”
Have you been here long;
I mean here in my room?
I definitely know you’re here,
I hope you’ll speak soon? ”
“I’ve been here for that long
I can’t recall when I came,
but it was so very long ago
and every day’s the same.”
“You sound very sad and lonely,
as though life’s a drag for you.
Isn’t there any chance that life
will get better in a day or two? ”
“I’ve told you every day’s the same
and nothings going to change.
Nobody can do anything for me,
so nothing can be rearranged.”
“Don’t give up hope just yet
I’ll offer a helping hand.
I don’t know exactly how,
so help me to understand? ”
“There’s nothing anyone can do
the living or the dead.
I don’t have a place to live,
or anywhere to lay my head.
There’s no one I can talk with,
you’re the first for many a year
and if you had eyes to see
you certainly wouldn’t be here! ”
poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When I go on that day
When I go on that day
I just wanna be able to leave something behind
I would like you to see into my heart rather than my mind
you may go into darkness but by listening you wont be blind.
When I go on that day
it would be nice to know that someone would visit my grave
it would be nice to know that ad be forgiven for the mistakes I made
it sure would be something if you believed in the spirit I had stayed.
When I go on that day
I hope that some kid like me can find words to help him go on
and maybe you will escape the estate I hope am not the only one
it sure would be something when I go on that day if I wouldnt be gone.
poem by Daniel McCann
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Must Confess
Today I confess to you
one of my biggest fears
That you don’t feel the same as I do.
Today I confess to you
one of my greatest joys
For this feeling gives me great happiness.
Today I confess to you
my grandest accomplishment
To be able to have this feeling.
Today I must confess to you
That seeing you
Makes me feel complete.
Today I must confess to you
That your touch
Heals all my pain.
Today I must confess to you
what I feel is painful
And it makes it more grand.
Today I must confess to you
That no one shares
What my heart feels for you.
Today I must confess to you
My deepest feeling,
I love you!
poem by Maria Segura
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It Doesn't Take a Rocket Scientist
The duality of false representation,
Eventually shows the origin...
From where it has been created.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And it doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To connect the culprits to their deeds.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
There is a trail of incompetence,
Wherever they go...
With a wish to get acknowledgement,
And undeserving praise.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And unfortunate are those,
Committed to follow.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And shoulders to cry on,
They seek to weep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Depression is a state of mind
Depression is a state of mind, but I have consumed so much it is no longer a state of mind but reality in my mind.
I try to escape but there is no place for me to escape, I am being stalked by unbearable thoughts of my faults on my way to an unknown walk.
Consistency of unpredictability springs jumps to unreachable heights to place me at this misery, reality hits hard kills me tears me apart, disruption of life’s little parts of life.
My heart pounds in uncontrollable speeds I am in need of these, these pain consuming pills that kills freely, I’m in need to feel free indeed. But feeling free is neither for me nor we you see.
The disturbing features I produce that govern my whole being is not meant to be seen by the naked eye oh but my It will be introduced, soon.
My whole life Is made out of disappointments, I’m never in that moment, I lose courage to carry on I’m mentally switched off, the lights are turned off. I go off soon before I recall what is to be told, I’m cold, I talk slow to grasp the flow of my words, my utterance is off balance, my whole heart is abandoned.
I’m not human, my way of living is accurately out of character, and I smile for show so people won’t know what goes on behind those closed doors of lost hope, it’s all wrong.
I pray that one day I shall awake from this mind consuming depression state of mind truly unkind, cause my life’s extensions are non functional, I am in fear of going mental…
Creativity is crucial, my thoughts brutal, my life dysfunctional, Hope Seasonal, holding on not optional…
poem by Thato Maluleka
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When I Am 65
When I am 65
Every day will be a blessing from God
When I am 65
I hope that I will still be able to see with my eyes
When I am 65
I hope that I will be able to hear well with my ears
When I am 65
I hope that I will still be able to talk
When I am 65
I hope that I will be able to walk long distances
When I am 65
I hope that I will still be able to look after myself
When I am 65
I hope there will be somebody that will take care of me
When I am 65
I will be retired
When I am 65
I hope that I will not be isolated and lonely
And I hope that friends will be around for me
When I am 65
I hope to be able to see my nephew more
And I hope that he will come here to see me
When I am 65
I will have gray hair
And I will look more handsome
When I am 65
I won’t be able to do nothing about aging
I will age with time
When I am 65
I will receive my little pension
When I am 65
I will be a senior citizen
When I am 65
I hope that I will still have my brilliant mind working
poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Return Of The Rat
You better watch out
You better beware
Theyre coming from all sides of the country
You better beware
Return of the rat
No, no, no, no!
You better confess
You had better confess
You start to confess and see them through it
You better confess
Originally by greg sage and the wipers
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope hope hope hope hope?
Hope, hope?
Hope?
Never
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We cannot escape fear. We can only transform it into a companion that accompanies us on all our exciting adventures.
quote by Susan Jeffers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
When they ask me my beloved
When they ask me my beloved,
How can I still love you so strong?
I tell them how can I forget
The only one who gave me the tender love and the strength To fly higher then the skies above
Where my soul always finds his love.
Even if he is gone, i confess
Still my soul flies there to take a rest
From the abject truths of the life
And how people do you want me to forget
Dont you know that once you feel the real love There is nowhere to run away to escape
When they ask me how can I love
The one who destroyed the meaning of love
What can I do when the love itself is selfish and blind
How can I forget the only one
Who raised my soul up
And with him I touched the higher skies
I flied with him to land of the love
There upon behind the blue skies once
And there our souls made love
When you fall there's no place to run to escape love
So I choose the love dough it hurts some times But he is the reason I still survive
Only one who can take me even in my dreams
To the paradise that I cant breath without
Everytime that he comes to my mind
I fly to him there the hidden place on the sky
Where we all lovers meet our love ones there
Even when they are gone!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Elusive, Fragile Joy Beset
Whither happiness
Wither joy that must
Endure our hopes
So hope endures;
Escape our dreams
When dreams imprisoned lie;
Suffer our illusions
Trammeled and dying;
Survive our love
And love’s brutality;
Bear our needs
That unfilled weigh upon us;
Staunch our sorrow
As sorrow staunchly stands;
Brave our comfort
Cowardly consumed;
And abide our fears
For fear abides.