Do Not Forget My Name
Do not forget my name
It is written in every page
We all have a debt to pay
When you face him at
The other gate,
How would you say
You spent your days?
And it would be a shame
If you are taken the
other way.
Limbo, shall hold no
man hostage
Christ had done all for
our own sake.
He has taken the pains
To show us the way
It is now left for us
to chose our fate.
But surely it would
be a shame
If you're taken the
other way.
That is the end,
I have finished the poem.
tho' it is not long
I do not like to say much
We all are adults
It is best we learn from
our wrong.
But do not forget my name
It is written on every page.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Poem I Am Writing Now
The poem I am writing now
does not know if it will be finished
it does not even know if it will be a poem -
it is slowly appearing line by line
and making its own meaning on the page-
Is it worth anything?
will anyone care?
I don't know -
The poem I am writing now
is just these lines
and these lines like all lines
are only small words
in a vast universe
that has long lived
and will probably longer live
without them.
Why then write these words now?
The poem I am writing now is saying,
'I am here now'.
But why should this mean anything to anyone else?
The poem I have written here
is not the poem I would have posted here
It is only the poem I am finishing now
a poem without great love or belief in itself.
The poem I am writing now
is written.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Shame
When the day is young,
And the laughs are thin,
I stayed the night too long,
And the colour grows upon my skin,
Shame , shame , shame ,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
Just pack and go and never return,
When will I ever learn ?
When will I ever learn ?
Not to turn and stare,
Not to turn and stare,
Shame , shame , shame ,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame, .............
song performed by by Xymox
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Shame
When the day is young,
And the laughs are thin,
I stayed the night too long,
And the colour grows upon my skin,
Shame , shame , shame ,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
Just pack and go and never return,
When will I ever learn ?
When will I ever learn ?
Not to turn and stare,
Not to turn and stare,
Shame , shame , shame ,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame,
All I feel is,
Shame, shame, shame, .............
song performed by by Xymox
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This Poem Should Have Been Written Long Ago By Someone Else
This poem should have been written long ago by someone else
They should have said what needs to be said
Clearly and yet beautifully
They should have known what to do with their words and their intimations -
But instead I old I tired old I I with the I I I always I’ing
Have to write it again-
This poem should have been written by someone else
The way I was when I was young
But even then probably it should have been written by someone else
Younger happier stronger wiser more courageous able to give and inspire others to love life more and make it more good and more beautiful
A real poet a great poet should have written this poem
And then it would be one
Even I would try not to forget.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A short poem
this poem is the shortest I've written
however it may appear long
because the actual poem
is hidden somewhere far away
it is not in this website
the poem bounces off stars
it floats across the milky way
and dances with rock stars
The actual poem is so short
that in trhe English language
it would be impossible to say
because it fits so much in into a short
time frain, the meaning is compacted
into a single alien word
but in that word there is meaning
of a thousand words of praise
the poem could be analysed
for days and months and years
and after that point the true meaning would
only start to appear
so I beg you to learn this alien
langauage
read my poem carefully
for it is returning to earth
and should arrive by the time I have finished typing
luckily the alien dialect uses English letters
so you can read it
however to understand it
truely
wholey
completely
is not possible for the tiny human mind
I can hear it zinging now
it's bounced of Orions Belt
it just hit me in the fore head and it is spreading over this page
so here it is
the shortest poem
I have ever written
prepare to face it; s mastery for
it
is:
Slurplesploosh
poem by Torben Duncan
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Shine
Written by richard marx
The tree you planted
Is still holding on
Leaves are turning
Like nothings wrong
Oh, what freedom
To only need the rain
Been without since may, ninety-four
Tricks of the mind make it feel like its more
But Im not special
Its the same for everyone
Chorus:
Hold on, baby
Im coming for you
I can hear your voice through the wine
Teach me how to turn the page
And show me how to shine
Times I wished I was already gone
Aint no place I cant leave when I want
But then I see their faces
And Im frozen in my shame
Chorus
Sometimes the sun shuts down the little I can see
And I remember what it felt like to be me
But all at once I know that nothing is the same
And all Im left with is the pain
Chorus
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Can't We Just Sit Down
Cold and lonely night, you don't have to leave at all
A car rolls up outside on time, a moment from your call
And handshake seems more fitting than a kiss
Such a shame that you and i should have to end like this
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Surely you can ask the better way
Strange that you're the one so set on leaving
And i'm the one who said last night that it was all too late
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Who knows, maybe in a little while
We'll forget our pride, and the things we said last night
And maybe you and i can talk it out
Tonight stay somewhere warm, they say it's gonna freeze
You may not find a place at all, so be sure and take your keys
I can almost taste the silence now
Does it really matter still,
Who was wrong, who let who down
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Who knows, maybe in a little while
We'll forget our pride, and the things we said last night
And maybe you and i can talk it out
Hold on, hold on
Surely you and i can talk it out
Hold on, hold on
Surely you and i can make it right
Hold on, hold on, yeah
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
song performed by by Donna Summer
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For Ol Times Sake
(words & music by tony joe white)
Before you go walk out on me
Take a look around tell me what you see
Here I stand like an open book
Is there something here you might have overlooked
cause it would be a shame if you should leave
And find that freedom aint what you thought it would be
The years we had were not all bad
In fact I know the good outweighed the bad
Now you say that youve grown tired
You want to be by yourself a while
It would be a shame if you should go
And find that freedom was a long time ago
I know that you cant stand the chains that bind you
They just keep on drivin us apart
You could go where I could never find you
But could you go far enough to get away from your heart
So one more time, for ol times sake
Come and lay your head upon my chest
Please dont throw this moment away
We can forget the bad and take the best
If you dont have nothing left to say
Let me hold you one more time for ol times sake
If you dont have nothing left to say
Let me hold you one more time for ol times sake
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Life Art
Life Art
I want to write you a poem.
One that contains no verses
no words
how long it will be
I cannot tell.
It will be a poem that you can see through
yet it will shade you from the sun
a simple lyric
as complex as a crossword
I want it to be something
that you carry through your day
every day
I don’t know if I can write that poem
Or if indeed that poem can be written at all
So instead I am with you
Of you
And slowly together
we are writing our very own poem
Not on a page
Or in a lost notebook
But in the café
and in the street
At a table
In our bed
Every day we add another line
another image
another verse
and I know that with every word that we write
I want it to be the longest poem
That has ever been written.
poem by Andy Houlihan
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Unbroken words
Unbroken words
~
My words lay unbroken
Left imprinted across the page
Thought filled feelings
Like memories waiting to be read
Past loves and passions I’ve known
Days when heartache and anger
Seemed to fill the air about me
I sift through old papers
Trying to remember or forget
Dependent on the stories written
How I have changed and yet not
Another thought, another feeling
Expressed in the same old tired way
Unbroken words show a dairy
Of fantasy and beauty caught
In a verse a tale or song remains
As true as it was written
poem by Matthew Holloway
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This Is My Poem
This is my poem of ______. (date)
This is my poem, written by myself.
This is my first poem never written.
This is my last poem now to be written.
This is the poem I would have written
if I had lived yesterday what I lived today.
This is my poem changing white light
into gold-leaf
and blue into violet.
This is my poem like a heaven twisting
and turning inside of me
all night long.
This is my poem of opening a window
to show what was always inside.
This is my poem encompassing everything
hope can bestow or chance agree with.
This is my poem of open-ended freedom.
This is my poem breathing life into motion.
This is my poem written as I wrote it
a living being.
And this is my poem ending;
but only for today..
poem by Patti Masterman
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The Poem About The Poem About The Poem
THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM
The poem about the poem about the poem
Written in dream
And forgotten in sleep
Comes back to me slowly now
As if it had been away on a long long journey
And is reluctant to come home-
I write it
But it really writes me
And when I try to make sense of what it means
It tells me its ambiguities
Are more important and interesting
Than my clarity-
The poem about the poem about the poem
Written now
May not be a poem about a poem about a poem at all
But may merely be my own playing with words
Which take the place in my life
Of really living-
A poem about a poem about a poem?
Surely this is a mysterious thing
If it exists at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Another nothing poem
Another nothing poem
~
These are just words
Rhyming, walking with rhythm
They do not hate or love
Laugh, cry or shout aloud
They know no malice or jealousy
They just piece together nicely
In a story or a poem
However they are written
Presented on a page
They remain just words
They talk of no living soul
But a fictional character
If one happens to be written
Or a place or feeling
Some may relate to it
You’re free to see what you like
Or dislike in these words
That’s all they are sitting here
Rhyming, walking with rhythm
Across the once blank page
Just another nothing poem
Waiting to be read
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Gagged
upon this page
a very important poem is
written
but the writer
fears
that it is not appropriate
for all of you
and so this page
was once
a place of that very important poem
that could have
changed the lives of some
lonely people
said poem
is deleted
it is inside my head
and it is
screaming.
it is a bad poem
claiming its own importance
if you know
conceit, pride, bias,
if you were once its servant
then you also have
that poem
in your head
it is screaming
and so i gag it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pages of Life
Yesterday's page has benn written
it is over.
Tomorrow's page has to be written,
it is still has to come.
But,
Today's page can be written,
only by you.
It is only yours'
so, live the best today by correcting your past pages
and making ways for your future roads.
Life is yours' and live it to the fullest.
Today,
never think about past,
erase them from your mind,
think about future,
by writing your today.
poem by Yashika Goyal
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Honest Poem of the Soul
I’m not old,
But I’ve still accumulated
A lifetime of mistakes.
I’m not mean,
But I’ve still failed
To learn
The art of kindness.
I’ve enjoyed sex,
But still have not yet
Truly made love
To a woman.
I’ve said prayers
In cathedrals and shrines,
But have not talked to God
In the quiet place
Of my heart.
I’ve gazed at words
On the written page,
Held dictionaries
In my hand,
But I’ve still not written
The honest poem
Of the soul.
Time slips away
And there are
Important things
I must still learn and do.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Book Of Days
Your life is as a book
Written on the pages are the weeks
For you would give anything to take just one look
Into the next chapter, the next page
Each page is a new thought, a new dream
Sometimes it takes so long to pass that page
And sometimes nothing is as it seams
For you know you can not go ahead or back
You know you are where you are
You know you can't change that
As you read page to page, so near to fear
You write the chapters as you go, with each turn
Each turn, each move changes what's to come
And you know each moment could be the last
With this in mind you go so mumb
So numb to the touch, to the thought
You turn page after page
until you reach the 'end'
And only then, you are freed from the title
The title that has kept your thoughts bound, and tight
You turn the pages one by one
You take the pain, take the joy
Until you are done
And your story becomes another on the shelf of eternity
(1/24/2008)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent
Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My great travail so gladly spent,
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can;
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways;
The painful patience in denays,
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been and is
The mind that never meant amiss;
Forget not yet.
Forget not then thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved;
Forget not this.
poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Forget not yet: The Lover Beseecheth his Mistress not to Forget his Steadfast Faith and True Intent
FORGET not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My great travail so gladly spent,
Forget not yet!
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can;
Forget not yet!
Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in delays,
Forget not yet!
Forget not! O, forget not this!--
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never meant amiss--
Forget not yet!
Forget not then thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved:
Forget not this!
poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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I Have Not Written A Poem For Days
I HAVE NOT WRITTEN A POEM FOR DAYS
I have not written a poem for days
For days I have not written a poem-
And my heart and my soul
My whole being
Longs for a poem.
But is this a poem?
Or am I nothing
But an unending babbler?
A word- struck fool?
A maniac in endless search of meaning?
While all around me,
This sunlit winter green Jerusalem Beauty,
I cannot say -
And as I stop to write,
Do not even now behold.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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