Till he keeps fulfilling her desire
She came running
Sweating badly
Breathing heavily
She was tired
Stopped at the tree
Where he was standing
Seeing him
Her tiredness gone
Face looked refreshed
Like the leaves on the tree
After the rain
In the bright sun
Droplets of perspiration
Shone like pearls
Her beauty increased
As her eyes met
The waiting lover
Who asked her?
If she was tired?
She swore to him
She could
Cross the mountains
Swim deep rivers
Walk the desert barefooted
To meet her beloved
She shall never tire
Till he keeps fulfilling
Her desire
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Tired Of Waiting
tired of waiting
I've been waiting up all night
tired of waiting
I've been waiting since midnight
tired of waiting
just to give you an insight
tired of waiting
I've half a mind to walk away
and half a mind to stay
I'm tired of waiting
I'm tired of the lies, baby
too many broken promises
am I the only one who cares
I must be dreaming
are you for real today
oh, look at the bed we made
woe-betide the friends that I betrayed
god only knows the price I paid
you can't imagine
I gave you time and space
but love still leaves you cold, no time to waste
let me be your saving grace
I'm tired of waiting
alright
tired of waiting
hate to see you so uptight
tired of waiting
let me give you an insight
tired of waiting
with the benefit of hindsight
tired of waiting
when your father ran away to sea
he was running to be free
I know the feeling
'cause you put the hurt on me
I try so hard to compensate
all you do is make me wait
times are changing
you can lean on me
song performed by by Level 42
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Deep Breaths
I can't see
Running through the trees
At night
Running so fast
Must run faster
Go to the left
Go to the right
Watch out for that tree ahead
Breathing so hard
Deep breaths
Must relax muscles
I stop to catch my breath
I dont know how far I got
Away from you
You yell my name
It sounds like a whisper
I know you must be getting closer
But Im so tired
I have to go on
I force myself to go on
Go now
I start to walk
I hear things around me
I start to jog
There are footsteps behind me
I start to run
Faster Faster Faster
Im going so fast
I dont know whats ahead
I jump off a cliff
And fall
I dont know how long
Ive been falling
But I hit water
I cant breathe
Im about to drown
I reach the surface
Deep breath
I swim
To the next shore
I get up
And start to run
I find the road
Waiting for a car
I see headlights up ahead
The car keeps coming
And doesnt slow down
I get out of the way
And look to where the car was heading
I notice that its stopped
I walk to the car
And look inside
Its you
And you have a gun
You raise it at me
Deep breath
Which will be my last
And then all I see
Is white gun blasts
poem by Allison Unknown
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I'm Through With This War
don't worry
let you know i love you
don't hide
we'll find ourselves soon
listen to the sound
do you see the tide rising like victory
listen to the echoes
do you hear the sound of freedom in me
alone in the sea of infamy
i'm letting go of the anchor to find the shore
i'm through with this war
i'm through with this ending
im going to find another one to write the story that we're in
i'm tired of waiting
i'm tired of looking at the mountains and the sky
while i'm standing on the shore
i'm through with this war
run foward
find the answer tonight
we're closer
this battle is the last fight
i'm through with this war
i'm through with this ending
im going to find another one to write the story that we're in
i'm tired of waiting
i'm tired of looking at the mountains and the sky
while i'm standing on the shore
i'm through with this war
the last page
we feel in in our veins
i'm through with this war
i'm through with this ending
im going to find another one to write the story that we're in
i'm tired of waiting
i'm tired of looking at the mountains and the sky
while i'm standing on the shore
i'm through with this war
poem by Annie Cordelia Adams
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ready to fly in the open skies
Time for the hot sun
To hide
Cool shining moon to rise
Dusk on the anvil
In the shade of a tree
She was standing
With an untold anxiety
Clearly visible
From the waiting eyes
Playing with her curly hair
Looking left and right
Waiting for the beloved
To come and take her in his arms
Plant a sweet kiss on her lips
She didn’t knew
I was watching her beauty
With an uncanny desire
She looked
Like a desperate bird
Ready to fly
In the open skies
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The boy and the apple tree
Once there was a boy who used to play under an apple tree
He played so happily that it was a joy to see
As he grew old, he got bore of playing alone
Toys and gadgets he desired to be his own
So, under the apple tree the boy muttered
‘Tree can you give me toys I now desire? ’
‘Toys I don’t have, my boy, ’ the tree replied
‘But my fruits you can sell to get your toys.’
So the boy took the fruits and went away
The tree waited for his return day after day
Many years had passed and the boy got older
He married a girl to be his wife and lover
The adult boy now needing a new house for his family
Went to the tree and asked for its advice earnestly
The tree glad to see him once again said
‘My branches will be sufficient to make your nest.’
To these words the adult boy listened
And took all the branches away with him
With these he constructed a house for his family
Where he lived for several years happily
One day, the boy now a fully mature adult thought
‘It will be wise to travel around and sail the sea across’
So, he went to the now old apple tree and asked
‘Tree, can you tell me, a boat, where I can get? ’
The tree which was happy to see him again sighed and said
‘Though I am old, my stem you may take if you want’
On hearing this, the guy cut the tree down
And made a large boat, which was fine and strong
Many years had passed and the guy now became an old man
Tired from his adventures across the sea and land
He went and saw the apple tree once again
Which was now but a stump nobody would want
The old stump on seeing the old man cried
‘My old boy what can I do for you this time’
The old man on hearing this softly replied
‘I just want to lean against you till the end of my life.’
poem by Henry Chen
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Scary Monsters
She had an horror of rooms she was tired you cant hide beat
When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home
Well she couldve been a killer if she didnt walk the way she do, and she do
She opened strange doors that wed never close again
She began to wail jealousies scream
Waiting at the lights know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
She asked me to stay and I stole her room
She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind
Now shes stupid in the street and she cant socialise
Well I love the little girl and Ill love her till the day she dies
She wails
Jimmys guitar sound jealousies scream
Waiting at the lights know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, and super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Oh oh woh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
song performed by by David Bowie
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A Tree in the Desert
A tree in the desert thirsts for water
A tree in the desert gets too much sun
A tree in the desert is alone in the freezing night
A tree in the desert might never be seen
A tree in the desert might never be touched
A tree in the desert may or may not thrive
A tree in the desert struggles to stay alive
poem by Leo Valencia
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Seems I'm Never Tired Lovin' You
Darling, you always needed
And your tenderness is needed too
And it seems that Im never tired
loving you, loving you
never was a feeling stronger
aching for the sweet things you do
and it seems that Im never tired loving you
should the mountains crumble to ashes
and the rain should cease to fall
and if the river stopped its flowing
youd still be my all in all
and if the clouds cover the sky
so the sunlight wont come through
then I will never, never, never, never, never,
never, tire loving you
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The heart of a tree
With branches reaching out as if for a embrace
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
In winter's cold chill, You can see the tree stand still.
Leaves are gone but the tree stands strong.
Until winter turns into spring and the birds begin to sing.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
Through storms and the wind. Bowing with a graceful bend,
Until the sun shines again, still standing at the end,
The tree is like a true friend.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eye can't see,
Like the heart of a tree.
The old Tree's secrets
How many lovers sat together under the old tree?
If only the tree could speak.
The stories would be of weary travelers
finding a place of peace, and dreams in their sleep.
Stolen moments of lovers, perhaps a sweet caress.
A young man with a ring, a young girl said yes.
Tree I only imagine, I enjoy the guess.
Gentle breezes that lifted the leaves
to let them gently fall to earth.
Misting rain to meet the tree's thirst,
Perhaps two trees inter-twined are
Two lovers that were curst.
poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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The Vision the Tree that was Me
I saw a tree so tall and straight
It almost reached to the heavenly gate
I was very close to that tall tree
I became the tree, and the tree became me A fire was burning all around
It burned the roots that were attached to the ground
The fire did not burn the heart of the tree;
As I was the tree and the tree was me. God saved the tree that was me,
God looks upon the heart you see
He saw a sinful heart set free
Sins all buried on the cross of calvary God took the tree that was me,
And planted it by crystal sea
I am the tree, and the tree of life is in me
I, and the tree are one you see, Would you like to be our neighbor?
A tree planted by the waters.
Come to the cross dear sisters and brothers
Jesus will meet you; and we will meet each other.
poem by Pearline Wagner
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from A Fallen Tree All Make Kindling' (dutch Proverb)
Whenever I sit under a tree I’m in my grandpas arms
My grandpa was like a tree with his strong and silent charm
He would shelter the world under his shade
And in the harshest storm he just merely swayed
He was like a tree but not the ones with big flowers
For his beauty was endurance it lasted more than mere hours
My grandpa was a tree the kind with big leaves
The kind that when cut down the whole forest grieves
He was like a tree big and gentle
He sat there and listened kind and parental
And though he was the tallest tree all around
He never looked down on the ones on the ground
My grandpa was a tree his love ran deep like roots
So even when cut down we still have loves fruits
Her desire
On a winter evening
It was drizzling
Standing under a tree
She was shivering
Through her curly hairs
Water Droplets
Were dripping down
But could not hide
The anxiety on her face
It was getting dark
The place was lonely
When she heard a voice
You must be getting late
Can I dropp you home?
She moved her eyes
To her surprise
Saw him standing
She smiled
Slowly replied
I am not in hurry
Why not together
We spent some time
After a a long time
Her desire
To meet her dream
Was fulfilled
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Standing In The Rain
I'm standing in the rain
I want you-to wash away the pain (wash away the pain)
Make it go away- i'm tired of hurting
Now i'm out- in the rain
You said it was forever
Guess what? Forever's not eternal
So- what makes me think this is any different?
It's time, it's time-to hurt all over again
I'm standing in the rain
I want you-to wash away the pain (wash away the pain)
Make it go away- i'm tired of hurting
Now i'm out- in the rain
I'm sitting here all alone(all alone)
Black in one hand-merlot in the other
Thinking of the bliss i've known
but every bliss, like a kiss, must come to an end
Now here i am, in the rain, here i am
I'm standing in the rain
I want you-to wash away the pain (wash away the pain)
Make it go away- i'm tired of hurting
Now i'm out- in the rain
We were so happy
What became of us
I loved your everything
Now where is the love
Now we are lost
But i'm still standing
I'm standing in the rain
I want you-to wash away the pain (wash away the pain)
Make it go away- i'm tired of hurting
Now i'm out- in the rain
I'm standing in the rain
I wish that you would take away the pian(take away the pain)
Just make it go away, i'm tired of hurting
You left me in the rain, i'm out in the rain
poem by Guarded Heart
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When in the dark you stopped at the back door
When in the dark
you stopped at the back door,
you were already
a day late.
In your eyes
I am suddenly a stranger
and it’s an unknown thing,
to see indifference there
as if I am not handsome
and do nothing to your heart.
A mirror could have told
me the same
and have shown tired red eyes
(from crying)
and that deep frowns
running along my forehead
and then I wondered
what do you want
as I am already packing
and there are boxes
standing everywhere
and maybe now
it’s just meaningless
that I tried to make
my life around you,
but I know
that the journey ahead
are almost without end
when you walk into the house
and I do not have words
to say to you
and I wonder
what did I hope for?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Money-tree
Oh money-tree oh money-tree
Oh leprechaun were are thee
I only see mountains of unpaid bills
No extra's to satisfy my thrills
Oh money-tree oh money-tree
Oh wealthy man were are thee
I'm tired of my penny-road
I'll even kiss a ugly toad
In hope of fortune and a handsome prince
Oh money-tree...please...just a hint
poem by Bojoura Stolz
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They're To Succeed
Passing by they stopped and parked
Such lovely blossom seems so sweet.
Gladly indeed they thought it's a treat
They rushed in! Out came a swarm of bees
The bees cried chop, cho. They're a happy fleet
They watched them keep busy around the tree.
In this world of ours, it there wild world.
Funny these people never stopped to ask
They've to achieved between those tree.
God provided and restored life indeed
All on there own enjoying the breeze around the tree.
Know hand out stretched in the tree
They roam through the field to succeed
Move from three to tree to fulfill their needs
Stopped in all most every tree they meet
They have to survive on the ground to the tree.
poem by Delores V. Bogle
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Waste
Something in me always tells me
While you are looking down
The clouds tired of waiting
Fly away with all that’s precious
While you are typing away
Reams upon reams of wastes
The sun tired of waiting
Goes down in the west
Not a day not a month
You know not
It’s been so for so many years
That they are decaying in wait
All the time expecting you to look up
Agonizingly and in vain
…………………………..
you never looked up
you never had time
till came the day end
when like the tired wings of a butterfly
you came to rest…
with your dreams dead!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Boy running in the rain...
His face swinging from ear to ear
A bemused smile lighting up
his gander gait
under the burlap mop
Who's looking at me
Why is everyone looking at my legs
His mother telling him to be back this summer
before the green peacocks turn to Indian blue
Droplets big as his nightshade eyes bursting at each
swan step
Boy on an errand
The stealthy guilt-ridden leaves of the linden
Motionless in the metallic green boiling flood
Boy still running in the rain
How old am I
As old as the linden when it was eight
Where are the caterwauling magpies this day
None to mock me in my gait
He thinks he's running in the still hot rain
But the cars and trucks along the road shower
In their mindless manic main
Wait till you see my master drive me proud
Over the bridges under high-voltaging cables
My throat loosening up in coughs and curses
The mud drained from my tired gables
Boy still keeps running in the rain
When will the summer end
When the cotton sky turns to lead
Or when the boy stops running in the rain
(©: T. Wignesan July 13,2011 - Thursday, August 4,2011 - Poetry Page: A Long Story Short Website 'Poem of the Month', August 2011.)
poem by T. Wignesan
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Pre Spring
Pre Spring
It had stopped raining I went for a walk, the sun came for a visit and
it got hot. Took my coat off, marched on till the sun had had enough
and rolled back home. The almond tree, by the lane, looked puny
spindly twigs for branches, and grey bark. Ghostlike if it hadn’t been
so pathetically ugly. Looked closer and saw a pair of pink buds on its
a twig. Now the tree was beautiful and I fretted about the chill in
the wind and if frost comes in the night, will it snuff out this new life?
I took pictures of the buds, but the photos were a bit blurred and
colours not so bright as those I saw with naked eyes, yeah, like my
eyes should be undressed most of the time, or hidden behind dark
sunglasses. In about three weeks, if all goes well, my bare, nutty tree
will be covered in pink flowers and look lovely. Elderly hearts will
feel young again and beat too hard. In the vale, where I live, there are
many funerals in March.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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