Supreme State
I am not the person
Hankering for fruits
Soonafter planting trees.
I am not the person
To seek refuge in this
Equiposed mind.
Neither I am poor
Not wretched
My poem and I
move towards
Supreme state
Under your mercy
And mercury light.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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What Can One Person Do
(n. rodgers/g. smith)
What can one person do
More than a little bit
More than a little bit
Can I fight the battle
All by myself
Can I make a miracle happen
As long as I can think
And got my health
Ill never stop
Im too strong for that
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Everyones gotta move
What they can move
The faithful can sometimes move mountains
When your faith is right
You will never lose your heart, your hope
Or your good friends
Dont be overcome by frustrations
Live up to your highest expectations
Im tellin you just for your information
Just for, just for your information
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Looked into my soul and suspected
That Im gonna take, gonna take on the unexpected
Walked into the fire unprotected
Walk into the fire
What can one person do
What can one person be
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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To the one who stole my poem
I had this poem
it was a particular poem
made many cry
told my story
to the person who is using my account
which i used to post my poem
which had been deleted from my computer
and only existed here in cyberspace
to this person
who added his/her poems to my name
i hope you, as a fellow poet
understand how a poem nursed
is not dissimilar to a child
i lost my child,
my poem.
if you have it please put it back
the name was 'father'
if you deleted it please write a poem
in this poem tell me that you have
i just need to know if my baby Poem is dead forever
or if it lives on your hard drive
poem by Anonymous Anonymous
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Putting A Person In A Box
when you put
a person in a box
the box becomes
the person
the box does not
grow
it chokes
the pharynx
and shuns away light
even air
the box cannot die
it stays as a
box for years
sometime when
you are anxious
you open the
box
only to find out
that the person
is not a box
and he is not
there
anymore
it was you inside
it
and it too was
gone
and you did not
notice
the box
the person
and you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Positive Thinker
Am I a good thinker?
Can I see what others don't?
Am I a daring person?
Can I do what others do not like to do?
Or others are afraid to do?
Am I a creative and imaginative person?
Can I see the invisible?
Can I feel the intangible?
Can I achieve the impossible?
Am I a contemplating person?
Am I a self-reflective person?
Am I a confidence person?
Am I a self-reliance person?
Can I be a perfect person?
Can I be a clever person?
Can I be a smart thinker person?
Above all,
I prefer to be
A simple person
With a positive attitude,
Not only accept positive things,
But willing to accept negative things.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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A Reflection
At one time I was blind
Blinded by the person in the mirror
The person in the mirror
Was someone I didn't like
A person that was full of anger
Anger which know one could stop
A person who was dishonest
A person who lied to themselves
A person who lied, cheated and stole
This person scared me
Yet the reflection I seen
Was me
How could this be me?
I didn't like this person I was looking at
That person couldn't of been me
Yet it was time to face the facts
This was me
This is who I'am
Now I know I had to change
If I didn't like this person
Then who would like this person?
poem by Ashley Olson
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You don't seem to realize that a poor person who is unhappy is in a better position than a rich person who is unhappy. Because the poor person has hope. He thinks money would help.
Only person
I am the only person
Responsible here.
Only person wellknown in the market
Only person to love
Only person to show life with open eyes.
The life is an empty vessel
The life you like and
If you like you can puton
Anything you like
If you like you can putoff
All your programme
And held me responsible
For all lapses committed by you.
I am the person
The only person
Who is yours
Only yours
Only person
The only person.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Second Chance
Sometimes we do something without thinking and it turns out bad
One mistake can rude your life
Unless you get
Second chance
To see the person you love in same class with you again
You feel it’s your time to make it right
It never too late to do it
You get that feeling you felt before and it all coming back
You can’t talk to that person again and stop looking at that person
You feel all butterfly coming back too
You feel nervous and feel that person is right for you
Second chance
To show that you still care for that person and want to be with that person
If she or he still have feelings for you, you hope and pray it work out
You finally got that person you want and if that
Second chance
Doesn’t work out then it never meant to be after all
You have to move on
Second Chance
poem by Christina Phan
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Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing
The light along the hills in the morning
comes down slowly, naming the trees
white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.
Notice what this poem is not doing.
A house, a house, a barn, the old
quarry, where the river shrugs--
how much of this place is yours?
Notice what this poem is not doing.
Every person gone has taken a stone
to hold, and catch the sun. The carving
says, "Not here, but called away."
Notice what this poem is not doing.
The sun, the earth, the sky, all wait.
The crowns and redbirds talk. The light
along the hills has come, has found you.
Notice what this poem has not done.
poem by William Stafford
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What I Appreciate
I appreciate
A person who acknowledge
His or her mistakes
I appreciate a person
Who apologizes
And doesn't hesitate
I appreciate
A person who makes
You believe
What they say because
They mean it truly
I appreciate
A person who keeps their word
After all it's what I deserve
I appreciate
A person who's apology
I can accept
Because it will be sincere
And I can forgive and forget it
I appreciate
Having someone I admire
It is my desire
I appreciate a person
Like this I would
Be truly flattered
For it's important
And to me it matters
So I know you are wondering
Can I do the same thing.....
Absolutely
poem by Tameeka Smith
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When A Person Does Not Know What To Do With Himself
WHEN A PERSON DOES NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF
When a person does not know what to do with himself
When a person feels empty
When a person feels everything he had done and everything he can do do is meaningless
When a person is bored
When a person does not know what to do with himself
And wonders why he is on this earth
And how he will endure more of it
When a person does not know what to do with himself
He must do any little thing he can do
To get himself going-
He must wash the dishes or clean the house or take something to eat or take a small walk or read a page
Or do any one of a million or more other small things to get himself going
And once he is going he must somehow go on and on and from this to something else
So that at some point somewhere along the way somehow
He is doing something
Perhaps not that great
But doing something
And in doing something
Perhaps forgetting about himself
A bit
Perhaps.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Stay with me for awhile
I love the way you laugh,
I love the way you smile.
I wish that you could come,
and stay for more than awhile.
There is so much I have to say,
so much I want to do.
So much I want to tell you,
like the three words I love you.
Do you know that I'm in love,
with the person that I see?
The person who's in hiding,
the person right next to me.
I love you oh so much,
How is it you can't tell?
Do you know what it's like,
to seek the person for whom you've fell?
-I know I love you,
but to me I doubt you feel the same.
Is it really true,
that love and life are like a game?
I wish that things were different,
and you and I could be,
but I dare not ask too much,
so your choices are all free.
Take me for who I am
Why cant you accept me?
Accept I am a person.
I have feelings too.
Just like you.
I hurt too.
Just like you.
I still feel.
Even though I hide it.
I still feel.
Take me for who I am.
Stop hating me.
Cuase Im not like you.
I have my own mind.
Take me for me.
Im not gonna change.
For you or any one else.
Im a person to.
I feel and hurt the same.
Just like you do.
I am a person.
Im still a person.
No matter what I do.
Or different ways I have.
Im still a person.
Please stop juding me.
Take me for who I am.
Afeter all Im a person too.
Im just different from you
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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My Own Proverb
Love a person who loves you
Like a person who likes you
Hear a person who hears you
Help a person who needs you
Respect a person who respects you
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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The Simple Person
and when you’re a child, you learn so much
of ‘grown-up’ life, of ‘grown-up’ values –
by the tone of voice
in which they say things
my mother, saying of a particular person
whom I’d never met – or if I had,
would not have known what to make of them –
‘She’s a simple person’
and the tone of voice with which she said this
was full of compassion, without a touch of criticism:
it meant, she has no mind with which to make complexity.
Not a hint there of some label like mentally challenged,
or mentally under-privileged;
rather, the purity of a soul untrammelled;
indeed, a state of grace
for in her day, the honourable poor
looked after, were at one with their simpler kin;
while free to honour the skilled and fortunate
and I listening, wondered if I could rise to life’s challenges
as a simple person.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Rumi's silence
Rumi wrote much about silence.
Does that seem strange?
Poets live with silence:
the silence before the poem;
the silence whence the poem comes; .
the silence in between the words, as you
drink the words, watch them glide through your mind,
feel them slide down your throat
towards your heart;
the silence which you share with the poet
when the poem ends, sitting side by side,
feeling one another being one heart;
the silence after the poem,
when you are a different person
from the person who started reading the poem,
think differently, move differently,
act differently; know Rumi a little better
as a friend; know yourself a little more
as a friend.
Rumi was asked, why do you
talk, talk, talk, so much
about silence?
He said, the radiant one inside me
has said nothing.
And that’s the silence which we listen to
and hear in Rumi’s heart,
here, sitting in the cool shade
which the scent of roses seems to love,
while the fountain gently plays like a poet
with sound and silence.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Am I not a person?
Am I not a person?
It would appear.
That im not a person.
Not quite human.
More like a zombie so to say.
Am I not a person?
That is the question.
Im not a person.
Not quite human.
An emotionless wrekage.
Within the walls of brakeage.
Am I not quite a person?
Im not quite humane.
Not quite the person.
I once used to be.
Am I a person?
Or just a big mess.
And a sorry excuse
For a person?
Im not quite a person.
This I do now no.
Im more like a zombie.
Am I not quite a person.
Nope Im not.
I just one sad sorry mess.
A zombie of my formerself.
Just a sad sorry mess.
And a pethetic excuse
For a life.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A suicidal way
I wished if I were dead
The sentence could easily be read
Where it can take us or lead?
It can’t work out even if you plead
Once that idea enters mind
You can’t think easily and find
You may develop defeatist tendency
It may add up to more frequency
You act as living dead
You loose the sense to feed
You have no desire to continue
You may be perturbed all the times over new avenues
How does develop the suicidal tendency?
Does that lead a person to ask for mercy?
He may think of ending all of sudden
He is occupied in mind with worries laden
Sometimes you think of pulling trigger
Go for shoot out by holding dragger
It is no easy task to go for such move
There may be apprehensions which needs to be removed
Person lies in bad and think of ending life
He may not think of family including wife
He has only one reason to be taken care off
Everybody may be looked upon by him as wolf
What affects your way of living?
Why do think of ending life or leaving?
Does that end up in positive or relieving?
What influences or leads in believing?
He thinks this can be easy escape
He can end to enter another world and shape
This is stupid way of thinking
You may only end up in kicking
You may be made laughing stock
The ticking may never stop in clock
It may move on with time ceaselessly
Nothing may end but move on continuously
You may leave behind enough sufferings
People may show some courtesy with little offerings
They may pass through critical phase
Nothing will be left for them from memory to erase
It will be deep scare on their mind
From nowhere peace can ascend and be kind
They may not be able to accept or rescind
They may face dark future which may make them blind
It is not final destiny or end of the road
You may be laden with heavy load
It is your duty to come out with solution
You must have fine approach with strong resolution
No one can take you to safety or on the shore
You must think twice positively and explore
It may lead you to some satisfactory way
You will have some alternative and final say
Prayers can offer best solution and solace
It is last refuge to go and seek advice
Leave everything to almighty and wait for blessings
Everything will move smoothly and nothing will go missing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Can There Be A Poem On A Day of Sin?
CAN THERE BE A POEM ON A DAY OF SIN?
Can there be a poem on a day of sin?
Can there be a poem of self- disgust?
Can self- hatred and failure
Sing?
The world has such beauty and such light-
But in me now only
The darkness of all my own failures to see-
How better I could have been-
And kinder had I known-
But the person is gone-
And my kindness
Will never be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ocean's Rose
The ocean's rose The ocean's rose
Is a sight
Is a sprite
Is a playful child
Dancing along the Dancing along the
Shore, Shore,
A lion's roar,
A squeaky door,
Making a sound, a
Difference somewhere, Change in the air,
A change in the air, A difference somewhere,
Pulling and tugging Pulling and tugging at
Your mind,
At your heart,
The feeling you get
When the ocean's waves
Scroll over your feet
Getting you wet.
The ocean's rose The ocean's rose is a
Memory of something
Long forgotten:
A seashell, a clam, a
Boot, nasty and rotten.
Better than a picture,
A souvenir for life,
From the early ages of
Childhood, to the Childhood, to the
Moment when you are
Laying on your deathbed,
And you hand it off to your
Children as you
See the light.
See the light.
-refrain-
And the memory lives And the memory
On. On.
**This poem is a two person poem. While one person reads the right column, the other person reads the left column, **
poem by Alex M.ller
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