True Peace
When will men get peace,
if the urge to please the unknown, never cease?
thinking, there we will rest our oars and stay
under the blue sky of a brighter day,
but we are men,
born into the claws of vanity
to seek pleasure all life long is insanity,
yet we wake everyday
in quest of dreams, fame and wealth
however, what else can i say..
when the horrible name men give true peace is DEATH.
poem by Fame Moore
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Cul-De-Sac
COULD I hope that when the brain,
Tired of questions answerless,
Shall slip off the bonds of pain
That enslave it and possess,
I should know how little worth
Were the little things of earth.
'Does it matter,' could I say,
'Whether she were false or true?
Whether life was gold or grey?
Whether skies were grey or blue?
All this matters less, it seems,
Than the threads of broken dreams.'
We may long to rest from strife,
Cease to question or to grieve;
But the sharpest ills of life
Nothing will reverse, retrieve;
For when we at last have rest,
We shall know not we are blest.
While we know, we have the ache;
Consciousness with pain will cease.
Sleep's joy comes not while we wake--
Night of life means dawn of peace,
But of peace which cannot be
Ever known by her or me.
Bow the back beneath the cross,
Stagger on a few steps more,
Bear the doubt, the strain, the loss,
As we had to do before!
When at last the burdens fall,
We shall know it not at all.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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I Met Death
I was waiting, watching one day
When Death came along, looking
As if there was something he wanted to say
His hair was as black as the sky at night
And in the wind it blew like smoke
He had come a long way in his worn black cloak
So I invited him in and I did say
If you’d like to you can stay
But Death said:
“I’m only passing through
For the clock’s hands they say
They are ticking the seconds of my life away”
And I answered,
Thinking I’d misunderstood
As Death’s dark black eye gleamed under his dark black hood
“If your Death, how can you die? ”
You see, Death didn’t seem the kind to lie.
And Death wasn’t phased at all,
“No longer Death I may become,
Or so says He if I don’t complete
The most horrible, horrible, feat.
“The most horrible feat? ”
I had to say
Could it be so horrible,
That Death couldn’t say?
“Death, ” said Death, “is the horrible feat.”
And then he faded away, like smoke into the blue, blue sky
But I think, before he left, I might have seen him cry.
I had never in my life, seen Death again
Until the night I stood outside in the rain
When he said, “I’m sorry miss, but this is good bye.”
And I found out what it’s like to die.
So we went, and parted, to each our own way,
But one more time I want to heard Death say, “I’m sorry miss, -“
Marking the end of the day
poem by Jinny Tikanus
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Move towards yourself
Intelligent comes to me and go
Most of the people ask that
We have everything
But why we can not get peace,
We sit for meditation
But we could not get it,
That person wants the answer of it
In a very few time,
And he answer should be
In limited words,
Only theory not practical
Are they thought any time?
That why they want to take peace
What was the mistake?
Why the become peace less,
Who is behind the
Feeling and thinking,
Whatever you thought and felt
There was some mistake,
It is true to think and feel
But why you give so much effort
In wrong direction,
Because of that you are in trouble
Whether it is morning or night,
This world is for
Utilization and living
Not for sending wrong thoughts
In sub conscious,
It is true that
Intelligence is supporter of your life,
But it is necessary to understand
That where and how
We will utilize our intelligence,
Now you want to take peace,
Please tell
Why you want to take peace,
You will think and tell
That for happiness we want peace,
The peace which you want to grab
Do you know what is it?
Think and you will be speechless,
You are the habitual of peace less
So, you will tell
Many tricks of becoming peace less,
Now understand that
Whatever thinking or feeling you have related to peace less
When you have nothing of that
You will be peaceful
In your body from where
You are getting the felling
That you should be peaceful
Just stay there
That is the place of peace
And only there you will get the
Moment of peace
poem by sufi mohan seth Aggarwal
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The Quest for Peace, Maa Vaishno Devi
Walking in to the unknown destination,
starving of peace & happiness years after years.
Achieved all in my life but lost my precious peace.
Love is missing due to me so is the peace of mind
now i am roaming vagabond in these mountains
in search of peace and a spiritual guru..
but nothing really attracts me.
I was so much into the materialistic life
that peace plays truant now.
These beauties around up on the hills
where it kisses the blue sky
that change its color with passage of time,
birds chirping and singing satirically,
i feel they tease me,
what did i achieve in this mortal life?
Where is the escape?
In this serenity picturesque valleys, farmlands,
mud roads and villages...
spiralling smoke oozing out from many huts
in this wee hours.
Cows & pets in their courtyards still await
for the full dawn.
I am walking up the mountain in search of peace.
I see monks walking along chanting mantras,
they don’t care my presence.
I am alone unlike others on the skirt of the earthen
non- existing roads,
thinking about peace & happiness in my life?
Where is the peace; in nature? or in demigods?
or peace resides deep within me in my heart?
I have reached inside the maa Vaishno Devi cave;
Momentarily i got everything on her darshan;
a great feeling of peace in my mind
and fell on her feet with more urge of peace.
I am sure she will understand my situation
and will bless me with endless peace, happiness
& eternal love, sure to be blessed by her.
My quest for peace ends here momentarily..
I walk back to the valley with a sense of achievement
Wishing my peace & happiness may last forever..
I pray not to come her darshan again
on my quest of peace;
My ordeal must stop now after this visit.
but still no escape! ! !
(this was my 3rd visit to this place)
(13.03.2011 Gurgaon)
poem by Auro Bhattacharya
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Peaceful Prayers
Let there be peace in the world.
Let us all see peace and not war.
Let us all have peace in the world.
Let all our statesmen know no violence,
Let all love peace with warm vehemence,
Let all be clothed with passionate patience,
Let all respect peace with real reverence.
Let peace pervade every political terrain,
Let peace calm the spirits of every domain,
Let peace be at peace with every reign,
Let each achieve peace with poor pain.
Peace, to you we plead: come to us.
Peace, we entreat you: deign on us.
Peace, we want you: envelope us.
Let our homes be adorned with peace,
Let our streets be paved with peace,
Let our cities be set on a hilltop of peace.
Let peace taint our every thought.
Let there be peace, let peace never cease
Let there be peace, let war forever cease.
poem by Jude Ogunade
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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Peace!
Everything comes from God above
Both Heaven and earth agree
That peace will only come through love
Once truth has set us free
When all mankind does Heaven’s will
And rights the things gone wrong
Then peace one day her heart will fill
Then joy will be her song
But still our wars on earth increase
It seems that no one cares
What is this thing the world calls peace?
What are the fruit it bears?
We now must learn to pray as one
Must cease each selfish fight
Until true peace through love is won
And hearts through Christ unite
Before this world can live as blessed
The truth she needs to see
Her differences must come to rest
Her wars must cease to be
We disagree through injured pride
We kill because of hate
Because of foolish things inside
To love, we close the gate
When in the world true love we sow
When love flows through our hearts
In individuals peace can grow
And true Salvation starts
For what is peace without true love?
How can the world survive?
How can a soul join God above?
And ever stay alive
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Bluesy Revolution
Its almost like
We came back wet
Back from the dead
And Im thinking of you
We traveled long
We traveled hard
To long to bear
Hard just to come through
And when I stop
I see you there
You make me feel
What more must I do
My revolution is reigning peace
And there is nothing I can see
Is there a reason we should seek
Please let me see
That I can bleed
And I can answer
To all that is true
I stumbled long
And I fell hard
We loved so strong
For all that we knew
Please hear me now
And hold your anger somehow
But why must it be me
My revolution is reigning peace
And there is nothing that I can see
Is there a reason we should seek
When the end is all I see
And when I wake
I sing your song
Somewhere you stir
Cause your wanting me too
Dont listen to
The others answers
Our love is not new
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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What is Peace? ?
What is peace? ?
Peace is when you care for others,
Peace is when there is no violence in the world,
Peace is much more powerful then evil,
Peace is easily found when you give others what you desire,
Peace is the answer to all the wars in the world,
Peace is when there is unity among all the people,
Peace is when your soul can rest,
Peace is when there is hope of good above,
Peace is when there is love for others,
Peace is when there is acceptance in the world,
Peace is bringing joy to the world,
Peace is in helping others
This is what Peace is,
This and much more!
poem by Uzma Nadeem
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World Poetry Day,2012
Peace is what the world needs fast
Peace is required most
Peace can't come by waging wars
Peace is born through great efforts!
Peace can dwell when love prevails
Peace is the driving force
Peace must last forever to
Keep the world love life firstly
Peace is the priceless wealth much sought
Peace must start from homes
Peace must spread through all nations
And fill hearts and minds of men
Peace is one that brings progress
Peace can bridge differences
Peace is made by dialogues
Peace is the key to world's happiness
Dedicated to ‘World Poetry Day,2012'
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-03-12
poem by John Celes
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True peace.
Peace, that is all the world needs.
but how long could peace last?
As the hearts of trouble ones,
are at large.
And for peace to settle on each of hearts,
is for a certain wants.
But how is it to find true peace?
That is if to just image of trouble,
and peace can no longer stay.
That there is so much of the world's problems,
that even the slightest peace could not even live.
And so how can true peace still lives?
How can peace exist,
in this tiring world?
That seems only problems lives.
But sure there is true peace,
that comes from above,
that comes down like a dove.
From the One that loves the world,
and true peace that He gives,
that last for eternity.
That we can be sure,
that problems from the world,
are settle by Him.
For all praises shall be given unto Him,
for true peace comes from Him,
Jesus Christ.
poem by Lee Sharon
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Christmas Eve: 1872
Peace in the snowy breast,
O cloud from storm at rest!
Peace in the winds that sleep
Upon the deep.
Peace in the starry height:
Peace infinite,
Through all the worlds that move
Within His love.
O! all sad hearts, that be
On land or on the sea,
God’s peace with you rest light
This Christmas night!
And with the souls that stand
In that dear land
Where pain and all tears cease,
Most perfect peace!
poem by Ina D. Coolbrith
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Peace And Love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Riding around in a volkswagon van
Thinking of the people upside down in Japan
Staring at the stars in a distant galaxy
Wonderin' if there's someone out there staring back at me singin'
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Lying on the floor
Just playing my guitar
Trying to find the chords for just the way you are
Plane crash flashing on my TV
Well it could have been you baby well it could have been me
We'll never live forever, well baby things could be worse
Cause when we get together we are one with the universe
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont
Open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant
Got crazy karma never harmed a single soul
So if you want to join me than together we'll grow old singin'
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
Peace and love
Peace and love
That's all I'm thinking of baby peace and love
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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At The Last.
The sky grows white with the moon,
And the sea yearns up to the night
As the soul to an unknown height,
Drawn thence by a starry rune.
Only a lost wind strays,
Like the breath of Passion blown
In the vault of the night unknown;
And the heart in me sobs and says:
'After a while we, too,
Shall rest as the stars above,
When we have no more to do
With the dream of life and love.'
O Time! thy feet that run
Over the hills and waves,
Over the cradles and graves,
From the first to the final sun!
Some day thou too shalt cease —
Some way there'll come to thee
Death's white tranquility,
The boon of an awful peace —
When the latest grief shall flow
With the surge that drifts away,
And the Night shall no more go
In her endless chase of Day.
Then shall the worn heart rest,
Then shall the sad Sea yearn
No more for the Moon's return,
Like a bird on its frozen nest
Dead, with her young ones dead
Under her breast on the bough,
Where nothing can wake them now —
Not the Dawn with its golden tread:
Where Death has been good to all,
Good to the mother and young,
And the dreams are beyond recall,
And the songs have all been sung.
So, at the last, to sleep!
So, at the last, to be
Still as the dead still sea!
Never to wake and weep,
Never to know Love's pain,
Never to yearn on for
What is gone for evermore;
To be as we were again
Ere we came o'er the bourne of birth,
Ere we knew of the fading flowers,
Of love and of life on Earth
And the hearts that were not ours!
poem by Robert Crawford
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I Wish You: Peace!
You will ever need your peace
It's what will give your life ease
Then a life with it gets a good treat
It has value nothing dares to beat
To me, He whispers sweet peace
It brings my soul a great ease
Many people are seeking for riches
As it can put food in those dishes
It can settle some of your wishes
It can put clothes on your back
It can bring you fame in a big stock
But this it seemed to have lacked
Since it made some people blocked
The beauty of having sweet peace
To me, He whispers sweet peace
And my soul finds a great ease
There is peace in Christ for all
He will give to those that'll call....
It's better than silver and gold
So, whether you are young or old
Your soul will need to be at ease
Then seek the PRINCE of PEACE
To me, He whispers sweet peace
And my soul finds immense peace
I wish you: Peace!
poem by Clarence Prince
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Peace and pleasure to alternate
Peace can be the absence of fear.
Peace is not the pleasure.
Pleasure is the feeding of
The ego and the senses.
The rest is the peace and
The act is the pleasure
Like night and day.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Self Obsession
Let's be honest about this.
The one true enemy we have,
Is our self obsession.
We've been taught to believe,
Someone else desires what we possess.
And wishes to bleed from us,
A way to get it.
Our self centeredness,
Surrounds us with paranoia.
We neither have peace nor rest!
And yet we accept isolation,
As a means to forget our own failures.
The day will come when we will wake up,
And see the nonsense behind our self inflicted pain...
We seek to blame on someone else.
Only to 'create' an enemy to keep us happy,
And delusional about how great we are.
And if that was true...
Why are we continually bickering amongst ourselves,
About who is better and more qualified to have life
With more greed and little to no peace to go with it!
Let's be honest about this.
The one true enemy we have,
Is our self obsession.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Tale Of Tragedy
I saw your life as a pool of agony,
Your pain filled,
and categorized in the midst's
of your self destruction
I saw you scream your last
declaration of distress.
' My father, my father, why hast thou forsaken me? '
Then came the peace you sought for all mankind,
But only to your eyes!
Not mine, nor generations of mine!
Only your eyes saw that peace O Christ,
It was your soul alone,
cleansed by the blood of your sacrifice,
no others!
The peace you sought for all mankind was your own,
and in your own death you found it,
As will all the living,
each for themselves,
seek peace while in life,
But it is in death that peace finds us all,
and to each individual in their own way,
For men are not sheep and gods are mere
images of that peace we all seek
poem by Count Dracula
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Elegance of Peace
Worn torn cities—inner city violence
Death, sorrow and misery
Feelings of discontent
Conceptualize with malcontent—
Atom bombs, nuclear holocaust
Peacemakers of the world
Man-made instrumentation of peace—
So where is the diplomacy in that?
Does it really exist—Hell No!
We speak of peace
With total annihilation
Maybe, because peace/violence
Are mirror twins of each other
Like good and evil—there is no existence without the other—
So is this the elegance of peace— that we speak of?
The peace that we envision for our children
Our ancestors created this fallacy of peace—
This ignorance of peace—created out of fear
The fear that has been nurture
Through centuries of embattlement
For the elegance of peace
The true embodiment of peace
Should not give way to mass-destruction—
Reconstruction of the mind
For the elegance of peace
Is harvested within our minds
Not within our technology—or weapons of destruction—
For Peace has been raped
Violated and reduced
To the ignorance of global insanity
This is our Elegance of Peace
OR IS IT?
Written by
Gregory E Upshaw
poem by Gregory Upshaw
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Let me keep watch
Let me keep watch
Over your body when
You are resting in peace.
Let me sacrifice
My meditation to you
When you are resting in peace
Let me protect your body
From rotting
When you are resting in peace.
Let me protect your memories
And dreamless dreams
When you are resting in peace.
Let me plant a fruit tree
Above you that I may still eat
When you are resting in peace.
Let me storm the gates of heaven
When you are resting in peace.
Let me give you oblation
Of our experience
When you are resting in peace.
Let me breathe for you
When you are resting in peace.
Let me douse the fires of hell
When you are resting in peace.
Let me glorify your name
When you are resting in peace.
Let me be your counterpoint
When you are resting in peace.
Let me overcome the light
When you are resting in peace.
Let me touch your organs
When you are resting in peace.
Let me drink your water
When you are resting in peace.
Let me describe your bones
When you are resting in peace.
Let me dream your dreams
When you are resting in peace.
poem by David E. Patton
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