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A Poet's Dilemma

Another day to pick up my pen
Another day to wonder when
I'll pick up my pen
with nothing to write.
All the words gone
out of sight.

But at night I pray
that tomorrow will come
with something to say.
For it's better to say
what's on my mind,
better to never
leave it behind.

Lost thoughts, lost words
where do they go?
Behind closed doors
where no one will know
the emotions I felt
that were hidden away,
the ones I didn't get
the chance to say.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The power of words

Sometimes when you had
an idea for a poem
you didn’t jot it down
and let it be
to fade away into the naught
as if it really didn’t matter
or your words had lost their power

or was there a hidden fear,
something that you didn’t
want to talk about
or something that you didn’t
want to appear,
something that you were afraid
would kill your luck
or disturb your thoughts?

When we spoke at times
you would sarcastically say
go and write a poem about it
and I wonder if you really
didn’t care about writing
or just not about me
or was it jealousy?

Sometimes when the words
of a great poem came to me
you would demand that I immediately
do something for you
to proof my love
and not give me the opportunity
to capture the sacred words.

Yet, as time went by
and I had to leave
the words came back to you
and great verses appeared
and you said that I could string out
poems to the nth power
and wanted me
to write great messages as well
and I was afraid that card like lines
would kill the magic of words in me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Letters I Didn't Write

I wish you could have read…
The Letters
that I failed to write

I wish you could have felt the touch…
Of hands that failed to
reach out at night

Would’ve liked for you
to have heard…
Words I couldn’t say

Would’ve liked to have felt
The emotions missed…
When I failed to ask you to stay

What you didn’t feel…
When you didn’t hear …
The words I didn’t say

I wish you could have
At least…Felt the love
That you didn’t feel that day

I wish you could’ve known …
The feelings
that I didn’t show

The words I couldn’t bring to light
And tell you
Long ago

I wish somehow,
you could know now
Of things you knew not then

Of words I didn’t say or write
Of touch, or love
Of things... that might have been

poem by David Whalen
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Faint Of Heart

I wish you could have read
The Letters that I didn’t write

Would’ve liked for you to have heard
Words I didn’t say

I wish you could have felt the touch
Of hands that didn’t reach out at night

Would’ve liked to know
What you didn’t feel…

When you didn’t hear the words…
Words I didn’t say…words I couldn’t write

poem by David Whalen
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A World of Words

Lost in a world of words am I.
They've taken over my mind.
They have invaded all of my moments.
I cannot leave them behind.

Sometimes they run into each other
as if to say 'Use me.'
And at other times they're orderly
but they never let me be.

I hear them when I'm wide-awake.
I hear them in my dreams.
I wish sometimes to escape them
but they're stitched up tight at my seams.

No loose threads can shake them loose.
I've tried but to my dismay
they surround the fabric of my being
on every single day.

I've slowly learned to accept this fate
and give into the words I hear.
And as I pick up my pen to write
they finally leave my ear
for a little while.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Pick This to Leave

A product solicited and much too erotic,
With a marketing done to the very young.
In articles that blatantly state:
'Scope Upon Your Pleasures.
And Keep Fixed In Positions to Satiate.'

Promoting promiscuity.
And the irresponsibility,
Of random breeding.

What else could this be?
But a fostering of humanity,
Depleting in self defeat.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Don't need it.
Don't welcome it to feed it.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
New addictions may appease.
But pick this from your head to leave.

Don't let this sit.
Pick this to leave.
Or become addicted.
Make this leave.
Don't be submissive.
Make this leave.
Don't think of this as a benefit.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Don't let this sit.
Pick this to leave.
Or become addicted.
Make this leave.
Don't be submissive.
Make this leave.
Don't think of this as a benefit.

A product solicited and much too erotic,
With a marketing done to the very young.
Someone, something has to stop it.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Don't let this sit.
Pick this to leave.
Don't give this even a chance to breathe.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Don't let this sit.
Pick this to leave.
Don't give this even a chance to breathe.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Don't give this even a chance to breathe.
Don't let this sit pick this to leave.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Don't let this sit pick this to leave.
Don't give this even a chance to breathe.

Nope. Nope...
Pick this to leave.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Pick this to leave.
Nope. Nope...
Pick this to leave.
Don't give this even a chance to breathe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm feeling all alone

I've always said this is a big big world
And now I'm lost in this world
Lost feeling...
Lost love...
Lost and confused,
Even broken and used.

Lost everything for love
I'm so lost
Im dying inside
When trus is lost, how can things,
move forward?

I'm feeling all alone
I'm lost in my feelings
I'm lost in everything.

I los him...
I los his heart.

Wanted to write a poem
But lost the words
I've lost everything and I don't,
Know why.

I'm lost in this world
My mind is lost
I cant seem to trust anyone
Thoughts of nothing
No dreams or goals
I'm lost in this world.

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Hidden Within

I write more on some days
than I do on others.
On those days there is an urgency
hidden within what I do.
I cannot explain it,
nor do I ever try.
I just sit down, write,
and write to my hearts content.
The pouring out of words
is something I have got used to.
I write wherever I am, at home,
in my car when I am not driving of course.
Walking along the street, even in my sleep.
My mind is always active
exploring new avenues,
laying waste to more words.
It is my way of life
and I would be lost without it.
I once gave up for six or seven years,
but its pull was always there.
It’s something I will never do again.
My legacy when I leave this world
will be within my words
and any good things I have done.
Hopefully, that won’t be
for a long, long time to come.

24 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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I want to see

I don't know about what a way to feel?
Not to express in open but still!
I earnestly feel that she belongs to me
Only she has to respond and make me feel free

"She will come like rain and shower"
"Deplete all her energy and power"
Such words from her drive me to craziness
But I get lost in her glitter and shining face

"I love you" may come to me as recognition
That shall clam me down and need no ignition
She has descended from far and distant land
Taken a vow to stand fast till the end

"Only your picture of thumb impression" I plead
She opens her eyes and coolly tries to read
Extends her hand and invites me to lead
I pick the chance and tie a knot with thread

I float on water with no wish for any more ground
She is there for me to be always found
I can't afford to loose her at any time
Such thoughts invade my mind many a times

Will she emerge on my eye window screen?
What will she be looking like when actually seen?
So far she has eluded me from seeing her in real
Beauty is hidden purposefully and concealed

"I am here" open your eyes and see it happen
You have pulled me near heart is taken
I am at your gate point and wait for entry
What will you be doing to lift me and carry?

Her magical words hunt my memory
I try to pick each word but feel sorry
She is no where around but airs the presence
"I want to see you by chance" and at once

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At A Loss For Words

Some time had passed since a verse had come to mind
a mental blockage I have had, nothing seemed to rhyme.
No words of creation the supply had gone
no thoughts, or imagination, nothing, not a one.

The source had stopped for some strange reason,
as though there was a break in the poetry season.
I tried and I tried, but nothing would come together,
not even with a change in the weather.

In the early hours I woke up and had to pick up a pen,
for some strange reason I began writing again.
It is quite odd and I’ll never get to know
why periods of poetry come and go.

But I’m thankful when words and lines come to me
it is as though they are sent telepathically.
It doesn’t matter if the poem is incorrect or good
or if it’s taken as silly, or is misunderstood.

As long as it relays that moment’s thought
an instinctive message that cannot be taught.
To me it doesn’t matter if its only two lines long,
or whether it has many verses, or even sounds wrong.

When thoughts of words or sentences come to mind
I have to write them down no matter the place or time.
If I don’t record the thought on paper right away
they become lost forever in the space of night and day.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Closed Doors Of The Mind

No one knows what goes on behind
the closed doors of the mind.
Thoughts that sometimes inspire
the deeds that transpires.
Many have tried to find the key
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within,
buried deep behind
the closed doors of the mind.
The lust and deprivation
that sometimes conspire
to be set free
or the eternal love of life
that can rise to the fore.
Both are hidden in the crevasses
behind the closed doors of our mind.

15 July 2009

poem by David Harris
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Practice in practice is

Words lost ethical reconsecration in
appeasing to split a judges decision.
Words arranged pick truths digestion
like writing poetry watching television.
Words cannons rule laws working into
masks to blame forgives poor in sight.
Words ease pain words part troubles
words fog a bank rivers to lose against.
Words infuse the confused purpose lent
to raise a level of practise in fresh breath.
Word levels life spent reaching all words
since words all spent still am I reaching into.

poem by Is It Poetry
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Lost For Words

There are times when you think
you are lost for words to write
that maybe right or maybe not.
We always have words to say
when we are talking to someone.
Therefore when you think
you have lost words to write
you haven’t really.
Just think of a conversation
you might be having with a friend
and before you know,
the words will start again.

9 June 2008

poem by David Harris
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Let Your Soul Sink In

I have a pad and pen
where to start, where to end?
Just pick it up,
and begin.
Let your soul sink in,
Let the words freely fly,
write with passion, touch the sky.
Write with red, the color of love,
write for the angels from above.
Close your eyes, imagine things,
let your thoughts grow special wings.
You have a pad and pen
where to start, where to end?
Just pick it up,
and begin.
Let your soul sink in,
Let your soul sink in!

poem by Marius Alexandru (14 December 2020)
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Lost To Find My Lot

Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve

poem by Olivia Braun
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I Lost The Poem I Wrote In My Mind

I LOST THE POEM I WROTE IN MIND

I lost the poem I wrote in my mind
When walking to Shul this morning-
I can only try to recall its thoughts;
‘Walk too fast and the mind cannot hear itself
Walk slowly and listen to the poem inside yourself.
The road ahead the trees the sky
Has a beauty too great for you to write
Thank God for your sight.”

The best lines are forever gone-
A poem to replace a poem
Is not as good as the original-
I wish I had the words for all the beauty God gives me in my life
How wonderful it is to be alive- sometimes
And to be able to write poems – even if somewhat poorly.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Cursed Gift

I wish I didn't know how to write,
Or how to use a pen.
I wish this skill was forbidden,
The greatest of all sin.

I wish I didn't know how to think,
Or how to use my mind.
If they took it all away,
These words I would not find.

I wish I didn't know how to love,
Or even how to break.
Both of these leave me in fear,
In which I write as I shake.

So take this all away,
Leave me empty in my heart.
I do not want to write again,
It's tearing me apart.

poem by Adam McKim
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Lost in Memories

I am lost in this world
I am lost with this fear
I am lost with no sounds
I am lost with out you here
I am lost with out your touch
I am lost with out feelings
I am lost with no lights
I have lost all my senses
I have lost my mind
I have lost every thing in just one night
I have lost my voice and my sight
I may have lost every thing that I hold dear
But I have not lost the memories we shared

poem by Jenna Kelley
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The Moral Breakdown

Crushing silent envy holds you
On the other side
Worlds away I listen for your voice
Hear nothing but old words echoing through my mind
I long for new words, new touches to hold us
It's been so long since our bodies entwined
In darkest secret shame
Behind closed doors the lies could protect us
Encase the truth until it was invisible
And we became invisible
Then I lost the touch and all was lost
I lost the touch of incorruptible love
Of purest desire, crystal pain
And you were lost again
Please find me here and hold me
In darkest secret games
And golden touch shall hold me close
And save me once again.

poem by Aurora Bell
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Pick Me Up

Sittin in my pickup truck
Listening to the country station
Singer singing bout a lasting love
Me, Im losing patience
cause I dont know what hes talking about
I fell so far that I cant get out
A helping hand on a hopeless heart
Is all I need for a brand new start
Chorus
Pick me up so I can fall again
Help me get back on my feet again
I gotta get back to ground zero
Before I have a chance to win
Pick me up so I can fall again
She sits down beside me at the caf bar
Lookin better than she ought to
Another chance for true romance
And I pray that it wont fall thru
I hope you know what Im talkin about
Im in so deep that I cant climb out
A healing hand on a hurtin heart is all I need
For a brand new start
Pick me up so I can fall again
Chorus
Pick me up, pick me up
Pick me up so I can fall again

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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If I...

Lost my sight
still I have the chance
through my faith God I see
Lost my speech
still I have the chance
through my wisdom God I praise
Lost my hearing
still I have the chance
through silence God I hear
Lost everything in me
still I have the chance
in God life I posses
Lost my breath
and death finds me
still I have the chance
in God I live again

poem by Jordan Legaspi
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