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Cat and Mouse Game

As Beau Sia is chasing Bruce Lee,

I am chasing myself.

As these thoughts of who I am,

Are racing through this foggy abyss.

This migraine the fuel to continue,

This cat and mouse game.

Running in the wall just in the nick of time.

The mouse keeps on swatting at the wall.

Hungry for some more.

With pain in my chest that keeps me on my toes,

Well at least on this computer,

Writing this poem.

Fingers pounding on this keyboard.

Trying to keep finding a place in my heart where I can love her again,

Trying not to get angry about the stupid shit.

Trying to be patient by taking deep breaths,

Trying, but it's not working yet.

Why hasn't she called me?

My fingers have a feeling that this poem is turning into a rant.

Like a manic depressant deprived from their anti-depressant stash

Trying to find a meaning to all of this.

Sharp pain in my sides.

Like a thunder and lighting show,

During the summer.

Trying to remember the reason for living.

Sharp pains in my heart,

Due to this bad feeling in my gut.

I should still trust her right?

My pulse has quicken,

As the blood is rushing to my head.

Her voice has taken control of my heart and mind.

My head spinning,

Body trembling,

What kind of spell does she have me under.

How does all my poem not relating to her,

Ends up being about her?

Damn she's good.

12-27-06

poem by Brandi Young
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This is a poem....

This isn't a poem of one direction,
This is a poem about perfection.
This isn't a poem about who won the election,
This is a poem about correction.
This isn't a poem of getting it right,
This is a poem of standing up to fight.
This isn't a poem of being lost like a kite,
This is a poem about trying to find the light.
This isn't a poem of running tears,
This is a poem about chasing your fears.
This isn't a poem of love and hate,
This is a poem of destiny and fate.
This isn't a poem of the end,
This is a poem of a heart unable to mend.
This isn't a poem of cruilty and pain,
This is a poem of a thng i need to gain.
This isn't a poem of shame,
This is a poem of fame.
Thsi isn't a poem of the life i let loose,
THIS IS A POEM OF THE TRUTH.

poem by Tammie LilAimo
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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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Poetry Is Like A Beautiful Work Of Art

A poem has no write or
wrong,
How to write your poem
is up to you,
Visualize a perfect poem
That readers will love,
Adjust a poem as much as
you want,
Remember a poem is like
art,
You write it with meaning
and passion,
Add as much as your heart
desires,
Short or long it does not
matter,
Add a picture with your
poem,
Add a quote or a verse,
it is a poet's decision,
Always be proud of your poem,
Let the words flow when you
write,
A poem expresses a feeling,
thought and emotion,
Add a frame and hang it up
on a wall,
share your talents with the
world,
Poetry is like a beautiful
work of art.

poem by Derek James
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With All The Reading and Writing I Do

With all the reading and writing I do
With all the work of the mind and heart
There comes a time
It can be any time
There comes a time
When the Poem must enter-

The Poem?
The deeper feeling-
The Music of the soul-
What I most need to say inside
The Writing which somehow surpasses all the other
In its inner intensity in its deepest feeling –

I write a poem now
All my heart mind soul
Go into every word and phrase.

The Poem? The Poem?
For which I write to live
And which through writing
I most live in Writing-
The Poem that this is.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Cat and Mouse

I am the mouse running from the cat,
or am I the cat chasing the mouse?
According to Chinese astrology I'm a Rat,
so who is the boss of the house?
Cat and mouse, chasing in my head.
Who I am? I don't know. It's better to forget...

poem by Jacqui Broad
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Song for Roxalie and Seth (Running)

running away
that's all I ever do
though I never thought
that I'd ever be running from you

shadows fall
across my soul, across my face
I wish that I could just come back
and take my rightful place

but my heart is racing, blood is pumping
can't believe I'm always running
away from my tears
because I never knew
my thoughts are whirling, head is spinning
can't believe I'm just beginning
to realize all you mean to me
when you're around my skies are blue

dreaming
that's all I ever do
but I never thought
that I'd have to just dream about being with you

pain is lurking
behind every twist and turn
but even after all I've been through
I guess I just never learn

now my heart is racing, blood is pumping
can't believe I'm always running
away from my tears
because I never knew
my thoughts are whirling, head is spinning
can't believe I'm just beginning
to realize all you mean to me
when you're around my skies are blue

please come back, we'll make this right
just take away this endless night
there's no reason to add up the score
we were both wrong, I admit
I don't blame you for calling it quits
but baby I'm not running anymore

now my heart is racing, blood is pumping
can't believe I'm always running
away from my tears
because I never knew
my thoughts are whirling, head is spinning
can't believe I'm just beginning
to realize all you mean to me
when you're around my skies are blue

please say I can always come home
to you

poem by Jade Leven
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A poem for you...

I write a poem for you today,
to get a place in your heart for ever
A poem that could tell you my love for you
I write my poem with emotion and affection
for you to understand my deep thoughts for you
A poem to love and a poem to understand its soul
A poem to enjoy and a poem to understand its happiness
A poem to think and a poem to understand its way of life
A poem to learn and a poem to understand its content
A poem to sing and a poem to understand its melody
A poem to cry and a poem to understand its sorrow
There are poems I have written but this is specially for you
The poem could tell you how important you are for me
There are words comes out freely from my mind to write poem
but there are no words to find my love for you
Those words can not missed as I miss your love today
Let me have all those words put in to my heart and
say I love to write a love poem for you

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Your Dog Dies

it gets run over by a van.
you find it at the side of the road
and bury it.
you feel bad about it.
you feel bad personally,
but you feel bad for your daughter
because it was her pet,
and she loved it so.
she used to croon to it
and let it sleep in her bed.
you write a poem about it.
you call it a poem for your daughter,
about the dog getting run over by a van
and how you looked after it,
took it out into the woods
and buried it deep, deep,
and that poem turns out so good
you're almost glad the little dog
was run over, or else you'd never
have written that good poem.
then you sit down to write
a poem about writing a poem
about the death of that dog,
but while you're writing you
hear a woman scream
your name, your first name,
both syllables,
and your heart stops.
after a minute, you continue writing.
she screams again.
you wonder how long this can go on.

poem by Raymond Clevie Carver
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Poem After Poem After Poem

POEM AFTER POEM AFTER POEM
POEM AFTER POEM AFTER POEM

Poem after poem after poem
But a poem is not the way out.
Money is depleting
Soon I’ll be without.

How will I manage to live then
What will become of us all?
To write a poem is to do nothing
When the writing is on the wall.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Somebody Elses Song

Cant change this feeling
Im way out of touch cant change this meaning it means too much
Never been this lonely never felt so good
Cant be the only one misunderstood I remind myself of somebody else
Feeling like Im chasing like Im facing myself alone
Ive got somebody elses thoughts in my head I want some of my own
I want some of my own I want some of my own
Can you see me up here would you bring me back down
Cause Ive been living to see my fears as they fall to the ground
I remind myself of somebody else
Feeling like Im chasing like Im facing myself alone
Ive got somebody elses thoughts in my head I want some of my own
I want some of my own I want some of my own am I hiding behind my doubts
Are they hiding behind me closer to finding out it doesnt mean anything
I remind myself of somebody else now

song performed by by Lifehouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somebody Else's Song

can't change this feeling i'm way out of touch can't change this meaning it means too much
never been this lonely never felt so good
can't be the only one misunderstood i remind myself of somebody else
feeling like i'm chasing like i'm facing myself alone
i've got somebody elses thoughts in my head i want some of my own
i want some of my own i want some of my own
can you see me up here would you bring me back down
cause i've been living to see my fears as they fall to the ground
i remind myself of somebody else
feeling like i'm chasing like i'm facing myself alone
i've got somebody elses thoughts in my head i want some of my own
i want some of my own i want some of my own am i hiding behind my doubts
are they hiding behind me closer to finding out it doesn't mean anything
i remind myself of somebody else now

song performed by by Lifehouse from Dile Al Sol
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Let This One Poem Be About Me

Let this one poem be just about me
Let this one poem engulf all my beauty
Let this one poem define my soul
Let this one poem consume me whole
My soul was earth bound
And my heart lay in a place that it would never be found
Let this poem be what entangles my mind
Let this poem be where people will find
They will find that missing link
And this poem it will make them think
They will wonder how this girl came
They will wonder how I avoided fame
I didn’t write these words to please
I wrote these words to tease
My heart it’s the type that beckons for ease
And my taste will not accept the flavor of peas
Let this poem describe me in most simplest of ways
Let this poem show how I get through these days
And I know people will read this and say…
This girl she knew where heart lay…
Let this poem eat me whole
Let me entire heart bleed its luscious love into a broken bowl
My soul wanted only to be free
And this poem only pushed it back into me
I never will lose any part of my soul
Because then this world will swallow my inner being whole
Let this poem be what I hate
Let this poem describe with who I would mate
Let this thoughts become my ways
Let this poem be where I stray
Let this poem show how I lie
Let this poem describe how I will die
Yes I am human I cannot avoid death
Yes I am human I chose not to use meth
These words they dance upon this page
These words they have no age
These verses have lost all meaning
Because I revealed my demeaning
Let this poem describe what I deem right
Let this poem that I will always fight
My age floats through these words
And people will never understand why I want to be heard
Let this poem be only about me
Let this poem be what sets me free
And I know some day people will look at this and say…
This girl, this girl she knew exactly where her heart lay…

poem by Victoria Martinez
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Shadows On The Wall

When the fantasy we live in
Lies in pieces on the ground
And there is no false illusion
That can turn your heart around
Nothing can change the way I feel
Nothing can take your love from me
If only I didnt worry
If only I could see
If only I could see
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they dance on the floor
Chasing dreams that were forever young
Now Im on my own
Chasing shadows on the wall
Shadows on the wall
On the sea of mediocrity
Drifting from a distant shore
No goodbyes no celebration
No-one there to close the door
Only the silence that I feel
Only the lonely road is real
If only I didnt loose you
If only we could be
If only we could be
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they dance on the floor
Chasing dreams that were forever young
Now Im on my own
Chasing shadows on the wall
Shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they start to fall
Chasing dreams that were forever young
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they dance on the floor
Chasing shadows on the wall

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Poem.

I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,

I like the story.

poem by David Carter
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Poem.

I do not like the silly poem,
I do not like the angsty poem,
I do not like the ridiculous poem,
I do not like the damned poem,
I do not like the cheesy poem,
I do not like the random poem,
Or the epic poem,
Or the dandy poem,
Or the long poem,
Or the short poem,
Or the stupid poem,
Or the rude poem,
Or the useless poem,
Or the wordless poem,
Or the poem poem,
Or the poem poem's daughter,
Or the word, Poem,

I like the story.

poem by Aisha Patterson
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I'd Love To Write A Love Poem For You

I'd love to write a poem for you
Want to make it good
I want it to be romantic
As you might think it should
You're a vision in my head
And I can't believe you're real
You attend the U of Sexuality
And got straight A's in sex appeal
You're as metaphorical as a simile.
And poetic like a rhyme.
I'd like to write a poem for you
Got some better ways to spend my time.
Like to hug you or to kiss you
or to give you a ride
To take you out to dinner
or to please you from inside.
Id like to write a poem for you
but I'd rather not instead
I love to drive you all around
While you are giving head.
I love to please you with my fingers
I love to make you scream
I love to write you poetry
Love to see you when I dream.
I'd like to write a poem for you
a love poem, there's no doubt
I like when there is no one home
And you're free to moan and shout
I like it when you call me names
And even when you're sad
Its me you trust to make you smile
And that just makes me glad
I think you're great I think you're hot
I think you think the same
I think its not a lie to say
We'd win, if love's a game.
I'd love to be near you all the time
but that simply ain't the case,
Can't believe it's been 3 weeks
Since I saw that pretty face
I'd love to have you by my side
As I lay on this bed
I shall have to settle for,
Your image in my head
I can't wait to hold you or
to kiss you with my mouth
My life is tops when with you
And without you headed south.
I'd love to write you a love poem
but I'm afraid it seems like jokes
I know you don't like cholesterol
So for your eggs I'll cut out the yokes
When you and I embrace again
I'll hold you oh so tight,
I'll kiss your every skin cell
I'm gonna love you right
I love it when you use your mouth
Especially when I'm baked
I love to look at your body
Especially when its nake'd
I want you so so badly
I miss you so so much
I want you as my lifeline
I need you as my crutch
I'd love to write you a poem
but I'm scared I'd never stop
So I'll just keep on writing
Until my eyelids drop
And then when I arise
I'll probably write some more
And I'll just keep on writing
Until your at my door.
I'm not sure you'll get to this line,
As this poem is f***in' long
So you don't have to read it,
but I'm picturing you in a thong
It looks so very sexy
As on you all things do,
I really want you here with me
I really love you, too.

poem by Les Wordsmore
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A lovely expression

If you believe in good theme
then you will certainly come out with good poem
The poem full and appreciation and wisdom
that has been witnessed seldom

Human life is full of ordeals
Al pain an agony is for real
The fate is already sealed
The wounds are open and not healed

How it comes out from heart earnestly?
How it is expressed in words honestly?
Heart is pulsating with rhythm and beats
In any case it has to release the heat

One may cry in wilderness and shout
He may not know what is it all about?
He may be facing critical phase and worst rout
He may have to go in isolation and certainly out

Something comes out all of sudden as expression
That may be in words or in oral admission
If he retains and stores in iron wall
It may be his end and dawn fall

The words spoken in some sense find the place
They have recognition and find some space
It touches your heart and makes you to wonder
You find magical spell with words in thunder

Poetry is for joy and easing of tension
It is very much there but you won’t find any mention
The bitterness may come out when you are in detention
The sweet echo in morning brings you in attention

It is not the placing of words that comes on fore
It is beautiful feeling that has never come out before
You may feel spell bound and put the self in that position
It is real beauty that has been put without any composition

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This Poem

THIS POEM

This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Little Poem

Little poem - Lot's of joy
Happiness - A little boy;
Any troubles? - No indeed
Satisfaction? - Guaranteed.

Little poem - Lots of fun
Indians red - Cowboy's gun;
Nothing hurting - Dreaming sweet
Golden days - Life complete.

Little poem - Lots of woe
Complications - To and fro;
Heavy heart - Troubled night
Little lesson - How to fight.

Little poem - S. O. S.
Searching for - My happiness;
Nothing doing - Ticking clock
Beating heart - Heavy knock.

Little poem - Need a friend
Little voice - Must attend;
One and one - Always two
Blessed days - Me and you.

Little poem - Life is tough
Never quite - Had enough;
Many hurdles - Love and pain
Another hand - To play again.

Little poem - How to win?
Silly game - Push a pin;
Wide the ocean - Empty void
Still I wonder - Still employed.

Little poem - Can it be
All that matters- You and me?
Resolution - Deep inside
Little poem - How I tried.

(Written Sept 1998)

poem by John Carter Brown
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Tassie's Pain

Blood everywhere, watching it trickle down my hand;
My heart beating faster:

Pain is love...
Pain is feeling, feeling of hurt coursing through my body
Captivating me... invigorating in its own sense;

Pain is lovely...
Love is pain and pain is love but its pain to my body and my body is my temple,
And its bleeding from the inside...
Cutting it felt like an escape but it was doing the opposite,
Kind of like locking myself out and throwing away the key

Pain is adrenaline,
That never ending rush that never satisfy
But where does pain come from?
Why does it never end? Will it never end?

Pain is amazing,
It's like rotten grapes, but isn't that what wine really is? They say that's good for me, pain must be good too,
So I am shivering, head down in the sink,
A razor in my sights, with my hand shaking like its got Parkinson's
Cut....
Painfully sweet...

Pain is home
A home I built on the sand
Sand that is being blown away by my cries of hurt
Home is where my heart is
Meaning my pain is pumping hurt throughout my body

Razor still in hand, with the blood is draining down the sink
I raise it higher; thinking one slice of the jugular will end it all
The continuous pain
Cut....
I survived

poem by Lusekelo Simwela
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