Beauty of a person
Don’t look at the face
Don’t’ look at the color,
Cast or creed
Beauty of a person
Lies in his heart
And what he thinks
May not attract in looks
But have a golden heart
Full of warmth and compassion
A mind that thinks
Nice for everyone alike
Returns love with love
In hate he doesn’t believe
“I “and “me “ doesn’t exist
We and ours
Are on the top of the list
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Picture this
On then off relationship does it make sense? My heart
doesn’t understand this nonsense. My heart thinks on its own.
It holds defense when love is doing wrong. Holds offense
to keep its love at a steady beat and in control. My heart
even plays music cause it knows your favorite old R&B songs.
My heart keeps memories of special moments so when I think
of the bad I see the good and wont be mad or sad. My heart
knows it can't win a fight against love. My heart can stay up late
night and argue with love. My heart can't hide love in the dark
because my heart likes to show off love in during day light.
But we can make love at the stroke of midnight. My heart can’t lie
about love. My heart will write about love telling love how much big
love I got over the love I already got for love. My heart can't run from
love don't want to leave it behind. My heart rather walking close to love
to catch everything my heart needs from love. My heart can’t be in two
different places cause it only remember one face. My heart will do
anything to prove its love. My heart can’t close its eyes on love but
my heart could dream about love when I sleep. My heart is not about
to beg for love either you want me or you don't. And they say a person
heart doesn't have a brain.
Does everything happens for a reason or because
how the seasons changes maybe we just don't see
the blessing we have in front of us.
poem by Randy Bullocks
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Isolation Of Love
Because of isolation by secular prejudice,
I am living without you.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
I must give up love.
Whom I must give up loving,
Whom you must give up loving,
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
We can't live without each other.
Your eyes, your smiles are deeply in my heart,
So deeply, deeply, they aren't able to be forgotten.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
It doesn't exist true love in the world.
We make a living each other, live far from each other,
But our hearts are together with each other.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
We are crazy already, it doesn't exist true love.
(Feb.27,2012)
poem by Zhijian Jiang
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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What is the Color of love?
Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Monday, February 12,2007
I have dated different people before and the one thing that I have found out is that we all want the same thing. To love and be loved, to be understood and appreciated, to be valued as a human being, and to be respected as a couple.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from.
What matters the most is what is on the inside.
Trust doesn’t come with a color
Honesty doesn’t come with a color
Commitment doesn’t come with a color
Hope doesn’t come with a color
Sharing doesn’t come with a color
Faith doesn’t come with a color
Sacrifice doesn’t come with a color
Wanting doesn’t come with a color
Despair and loneliness doesn’t come with a color
Unfaithfulness doesn’t come with a color
Longevity doesn’t come with a color
Caring doesn’t come with a color
Wanting to be with someone doesn’t come with a color
Spending your life with someone doesn’t come with a color
Giving oneself doesn’t come with a color
Sharing values doesn’t come with a color
If all these things don’t come with a color, then why do we look at the superficial than the substance of love? It doesn’t matter who you are with but that you are with someone that loves and cares for you. That someone that will be there for you in your darkest hour of need is what that is important. We train our kids to look at the differences that we have than look at the content of ones character. We all belong to the human family and this is what makes us the same. We are all like flowers blooming in a great garden we call earth. We come in many different colors, shades, and styles. What makes us different is what makes us the same. A bee doesn’t care about the color of the flower only that the nectar is sweet.
You my friend are sweet nectar that blooms only for awhile just to disappear till time again to bloom. Cherish the differences that make us all human. A color is nothing more than just that; a color.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Void
I've seen so many faces
These hands have lied before
I've kissed so many lips it's blocked my mind
I've whispered bullshit, nothings
I've cried alone in night
I thought I'd found the one a million times
But doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
I let a stranger love me
I gave away my pride
I bit my lips, so I could block my mind
I've called your name to others
Just like a spinal chord
Severed and broken but the spark still tries
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the noise?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
They don't know you like I do
They don't see the good inside you
They don't lie with you in bed and join you when you're dreaming
They don't see your softer side
Who'll be there to turn your light on?
Who will try to wash away the stain that love has left us?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone kill the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone bring the noise?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Crimson Red
Crimson Red,
Hatred,
Love,
Sunset,
Beauty,
Setting Night,
Warmth,
Light,
All these and maybe more,
Are shown by Crimson Red,
A color very valiant,
A color that's not dead,
One that brings beauty,
So divine that is,
Warmth to those that touch it,
Hatred in the hearts,
When felt at full blast,
A gleam of sunset,
Setting near,
A setting night,
Bringing light,
Not forgetting, embraced love,
Like one bird, with a dove,
Crimson Red is what's in life,
But not in all areas,
In some, the word doesn't exist,
But here, it's part of life,
Crimson Red, never dead...
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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MY HEART! (Angust 26 2010)
My heart doesn't lie, it always tells the truth.
My heart hurts from everyone i trust breaking it and causing it pain.
My heart loves the one who you hate.
My heart hates the one who you love.
My heart want to trust everyone but doesn't know how, and afraid what might become of it.
My heart doesn't lie
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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My List Of Beautiful Things
A list of my beautiful things?'
Well, have you seen my Evylin;
The beautiful, beautiful Evylin?
She's my list of beautiful things.
A world of beautiful things is she,
Grand! chaste! personified
Love she stands in purity's pride
And thinks of me, and thinks of me.
Poems of ethical thought is she,
Divinely sung on every page;
All her womanly heart engaged
With love of me, with love of me.
My list of beautiful things,
None were ever so sublimely grand,
To her I give my heart and hand,
And all the wealth my labor brings.
poem by Samuel Alfred Beadle
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He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t love me
And I don’t need a clue or story
That I should give up, I better give up
I mustn’t let this feeling to live
He could slap me through my heart
Word always glued in my mouth
But everything I do is for him
He has a power in me
Tangles severe complication
He always screwing my mind
I can’t get him out of my head
I can not even hate him
He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t even look at me
But I don’t care, do I care?
He is my only reason to breath
He doesn’t love me
And I’m always out of his door
I continue hope, a broken hope
He will open a little for me
He leaves a scar that last forever
I always have a right to forget
But my love is blind, how could you help?
It’s easy to say than to go away
He doesn’t love me
And I don’t want pity or sorry
That he will never love me
Of all the worst things in the world could be
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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HaTe
I think I HaTe her
HaTe what she's become
HaTe how its ended
HaTe how it unfolds
But it's not only her
I HaTe him too
A wreck for sure
A fool that only exists
Like an endless soul
He's lost someone
And it's changed him
But not only that
Someone close
Has closed her heart
For in her world
Love has no existence
Then there is him
He thinks somethings wrong
He's unconvinced of his life
I disagree
But I don't understand
I look at him and wonder
What is going on?
He's opened my eyes
For I have fooled myself
It's happened once
Now again
Not long ago
It happened again
Once is unconcerned
Twice is coincidence
Third is pattern
I wish it could end here
Scoffing the only people
I have ever really known
But it doesn't
For now I look at someone
And instantly HaTe them
I HaTe their skills
I HaTe their abilities
I've always disliked people
But not like this
HaTe grows inside me
I know it doesn't matter
I know no-one cares
But I feel as though
Somewhere it should
But every time I turn around
Failure strikes again
Wether it be myself
Or a skill I once possessed
However for some reason
I continue to struggle
Without giving up
I don't understand why
I don't understand how
But I press on
Without a reason
Is this good?
Is this bad?
I don't know
I'm not sure I care
I just know
And thats all I need...
HaTe HaTe HaTe
poem by Seth Kaileen
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Love Doesn't Ask Why
Love doesn't ask why
It speaks from the heart
And never explains
Don't you know that
Love doesn't think twice
It can come all at once
Or whisper from a distance
Don't ask me if this feeling's right or wrong
It doesn't have to make much sense
It just has to be this strong
'Cause when you're in my arms I understand
We don't try to have a voice
When our hearts make the choices
There's no plan
It's in our hands
Love doesn't ask why
It speaks from the heart
And never explains
Don't you know that
Love doesn't think twice
It can come all at once
Or whisper from a distance
Now I can feel what you're afraid to say
If you give your soul to me
Will you give too much away
We can't let this moment pass us by
Can't question this chance
Or expect any answers
We can try
But love doesn't ask you why
[Instrumental]
So let's take what we found
And wrap it around us
Love doesn't ask why
It speaks from the heart
And never explains
Don't you know that
Love doesn't think twice
It can come all at once
Or whisper from a distance
Love doesn't ask why
song performed by by Celine Dion from The Colour Of My Love
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mind vs Heart
The heart is foolish, it acts on impulse
The heart beats strong at times like police knocking on the entrance
It wants love and freedom
For without love there would be doom
It is reckless, therefore, it cannot exist alone
It needs a gentle home
The heart is a pagan
The heart is a heathen
The heart will not keep quiet
It demands attention or it will riot
The mind says “I”, it thinks of itself first
It cannot be fooled by lust
It’s skillful and crafty but cold and selfish
It exists only to survive and can be knavish
Without the mind, you would not get by
Without the mind, you will not progress, you will not evolve and you would soon die
The heart stops the mind from being merciless and dark
For everything looks ominous to a mind in the dark
The mind protects the heart from pain and harm, the two cannot separate
But the one will dominate
The mind is the source of good and bad habits
Like a Jew working to feed his starved family on a Sabbath
For survival and progress, the mind should be stronger than the heart
Because the mind is easily corrupted by the heart
The mind is biased when the heart has infatuation, anger, fear or hate
And before you know it it’s checkmate.
poem by Mthoko Mpofana
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A Heartfelt Mind or a Mind-boggling Heart
Which is harder for a person to change-a heart or a mind?
If you are a woman, would it be harder to change her heart
Because she relies more on the stability of her heart
Than the stability of her mind or would it be easier for
Her to change her heart because she is using it much more
Frequently than her mind to control her emotions for men?
If you are a man, would it be harder to change his mind
Because he is always trying to outsmart the woman to
Attract her to him since women are more attracted to
Men's intelligence than men's hearts they seldom use
Except when they are with a woman they love or think
They love? Otherwise, would it be easier for him to change
His mind because he is much more comfortable using and
Expanding his mind than he is with his somewhat dormant,
Inexperienced heart he doesn't know how to fully trust yet?
poem by Bill Darrah
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Don't let the opinions of the average man sway you. Dream, and he thinks you're crazy. Succeed, and he thinks you're lucky. Acquire wealth, and he thinks you're greedy. Pay no attention. He simply doesn't understand.
quote by Robert G. Allen
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The Cool Cat
The cool cat,
is just standing there.
The cool cat,
doesn't even glare.
The cool cat,
thinks he's so hot.
The cool cat,
doesn't give a snot.
The cool cat,
doesn't listen in class.
The cool cat,
thinks his better than the rest.
The cool cat,
really has no friends.
The cool cat,
smokes after school.
The cool cat,
left his family.
The cool cat,
is a player.
The cool cat,
has no prayers.
The cool cat,
has no savers.
The cool cat,
is one tough dude.
But really....
The cool cat,
is one big fool.
poem by Jasmine Aira
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Green-Eyed Suicide
Green-Eyed Suicide
With life such a blur
Wrists scarred from back to front
This is the life for her
This Green-Eyed Suicide
So beautiful as she breaks
Hurting so much more
With every smile she fakes
Shes feeling like shes lost
There is no other way out
Lately its only suicide
Thats all she thinks about
Covered up in bruises
From the parents who should love
The ones who should hold her
But never show a gentle touch
Alone as far as she can tell
She only has her best friend
Though she thinks no one loves her
And is determined this is the end
She doesn't know I love her
She doesn't know how much I care
Now she never will
For she is hanging there
I wish I could've saved her
Before her days were through
She was my best friend
And I gave the only love she knew
Now she lies so lifeless
So beautiful through my tear-stung eyes
She was everything to me
And now she is a Green-Eyed Suicide
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Sarah
Sarah hangs her head down low.
she won't let them see her cry.
Nobody hears. Nobody cares.
No one's there to watch her die.
Sarah doesn't want to eat.
She starves away her fear.
Thinking if she lost a few more pounds,
She might just disappear.
Sarah starts to hate herself.
she can't bear to exist.
She's not strong. She's not brave.
So she puts a cut on each damned wrist.
Sarah's mind is a disease,
Her heart a hollow cave.
She doesn't fight. She doesn't hope.
She knows she can't be saved.
Sarah just wants to be loved.
She lies down on the floor.
She doesn't try to hide her tears.
She's just not worth it anymore.
Sarah hangs her head down low.
She's too far gone to cry.
Nobody hears. Nobody cares.
No one's there to watch her die.
Lonely Days
lonely I stay
what a lonely days
I even feel like sleeping on hay
while I sit on clay
I call her everyday
she doesn't reply on the same day
even she doesn't even leave me with a say
on the sick bed which I lay
I sit all lonely
as I think slowly
since she is punishing me badly
although my love is not vanishing quickly
I think of her sadly
as I remember all I did for her willingly
I hope she appreciates it happily
although now to her I look silly
she thinks I should give her a way
since I sit on a bay
in the early month of may
but I cant afford to give her a way
for her I will have to pay
as I sit and pray
although she thinks am doing a play
whenever she is away
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Real Me
---- --
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink.
I have to tell him about my weekend,
But he never betrays what he thinks.
Can you see the real me doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me."
She said, "I know how it feels son,
'Cos it runs in the family."
Can you see the real me, mother?
The cracks between the paving stones
Look like rivers of flowing veins.
Strange people who know me
Peeping from behind every window pane.
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by,
She doesn't want to know me now.
Can you see the real me, can you?
I went to the holy man,
Full of lies and hate,
I seemed to scare him a little
So he showed me to the golden gate.
Can you see the real me preacher?
Can you see the real me doctor?
Can you see the real me mother?
Can you see the real me me me me me me
me me me me me
song performed by by Who
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Money Can't Buy You Love
Money can buy everything for you
Except to make someone to really love you
If you go out to buy love with your money
You better know, money is the reason, she is selling her body
She may like you for your money
But, when it comes to the real love, she could be someone else’s honey
As long as you got the money, she will stick with you
But when you run out of money, she comes up with excuse to leave you
It doesn’t matter you dead or alive
Money is the one that let you have her “love”
Don’t get confused between word love and like
They don't mean the same, even though they sound alike
Remember, money just buys her physical body, not her mind
If you want to win her heart, you better treat her nice and be kind
Let’s hope money will never buy the love
Otherwise, that’s end of the romance and nice feeling and all the songs and movies will be made and all the books will be written about story of the love
Sam Arjomandi
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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