You colour my life
You colour my life
with new thoughts, with music
with poems that your write
and paint brush strokes, like magical signs
right across my body
and now I miss you
while I remember all the beautiful things
and we are far apart
as if you are lost
and we now live in to different worlds
and still there is a special place
where I find you in my thoughts
and I wonder if you are missing me?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Now that you want to go away
For generations blood flowed,
and my ancestors fought
for this country to be their own
and it was asked from me
to carry a machinegun.
Still my country was given away
and opportunities with it
and what belongs to me,
robbers claim as their own
without the police trying to stop them.
My friends have left and gone into the world
and are far away from me
that still stays in South Africa
and now you my darling
also want to go away
to another place
that looks much better to you.
Maybe it will be much better
to read the newspaper somewhere else,
to paint brush strokes,
to compose music
and to play the piano and guitar
and to say your thoughts in poems
at another place,
but is it asking too much
that merit prevail for everyone
and to have my country back again?
poem by Gert Strydom
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With the smell of turpentine
With the smell of turpentine
and paint in front of the fireplace
you paint magical lines
with blue, green and gold
and I look at you
while brush strokes
like magic make abstract images appear.
The Creator must have looked like this
while He looked at the world
while building it
and I see your golden eyes
looking carefully at the painting
and at times you frown
while you try to draw perfect lines
and light and colour
create magical feelings
and flow into each other
and you build shade and depth.
Gasping for breath lovely are you
while your fingers play with the brush
and there are more than curves and lines
from which your beauty comes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: Immortal Shall Be My Poems
My poems shall live for Eternity!
God inspires me and I perspire;
Writ them all I have for all posterity;
Outcome my poems from my heart with fire.
I’ll say all the good things, I ought to say;
Paint all the bad things, they ought to refrain;
On earth we must live with care any day;
Life is just one chance and doesn’t come again.
Writ are my thoughts for immortality!
God helps say the right things in right ways;
The art in my poems, the world will see;
I’ll serve God thus for the rest of my days.
My poems will stand the test of all time;
I speak of life and values with much rhyme.
poem by John Celes
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Paint body art beautiful
her majesty the hand
with nail graffiti polish
pain in henna red
paint in henna black
paint paint my heart
paint body art faithful
faithful to the strokes
paint in strokes divine
paint in strokes of red
paint in strokes of black
paint paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Being cut off from you
Being cut off from you
and the truth
by other thoughts
going through my mind
I write some poems,
watch solitary birds
fly past and some
coming to the window
pecking alone on it
and caged into my study
living as if I am dead
in a kind of purgatory
still thoughts with sin
and you in it
instead of prayers
keep rushing through my head
and sometimes I wonder
what I miss more
your personality or your body
or probably both.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Live In Other Worlds
I LIVE IN OTHER WORLDS
I live in other worlds-
Far from those most people live in
I am happy in my worlds-mostly
They do not bite or sting-
I live in other worlds
There are inward worlds
Quiet worlds
They have poems and music and stories in them-
I listen to them
And I make and remake them
as my own little worlds
Word- worlds mostly-
Like this one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Feeling Abandon and Lost Inside
The first thing that I should do is look in the mirror and say what is my name,
This is one reason why I feel so abandon and lost inside,
There is times that I cannot even remember who's my family or friends,
Yes, if you had this feeling lost inside then you would see what it feels like to be me,
As I think of this tears come rolling down my eyes,
Because I feel like my life is hidden away is a deep dark disguise.
Having these feelings or thoughts give me a roller coaster of emotions,
As it makes feel like a freak or a failure or like a creature feature.
Forgetting the memories of my life is hard, and it hurts,
I hope that if you are someone that reads this that you take in what I am trying to say,
Those memories are the ways in life that we will always remember when it is to laugh, cry or smile.
There probably will be a time in our life when those thoughts will be gone.
So please try to take in any and all the memories of your life,
Because as I said earlier it will hard to remember those precious moments,
It is hard, but for me to remember things I have to write my feelings and memories down into words.
For me to even remember life.
Thank you, Lord for giving me this chance to still live.
By Frank Pulver
July 10,2011
poem by Frank Pulver
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The Rainbow Of Life
What happens after a rain?
When the sun comes out
A rainbow is formed
What's at the end of it?
That's the age old question is it not?
But really what's at the end?
You might say gold or you might not
What's at the end of it?
Is there two worlds
Is there gold
What is there?
I think there are two worlds
One world is more of a magical one
That everyone wants to go to
But the other one is dark and not so magical
And almost no one wants to go to
For we live in the middle
Our world is good and evil
Magical but dark
Filled with death but new life
If we are good people here then we go to heaven
The magical world
Heaven is like riding trough beautiful meadows
On a gorgeous horse
But if we are bad people we go to hell
The dark side and not so magical world
Hell is as if you were to bath in a sea of blood
With all tears of misery surrounding you
Witch one are you going to
Have you been a good person?
Done all the right things
In your life time
Or have betrayed the angle on your shoulder
I'm going to heaven not because I've
Done all the right things in my life
Because I'm a good person
Maybe not out side but inside
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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My Thoughts Of Suicide
Here I sit and write this poem
Thinking of all I love and all I hate
Thoughts of suicide thinking its my fate
I think of all the times I used to laugh
And now I wish I'd just die
How did so much misery come in to my life
And now all I have are thoughts of suicide
Crying every night is not the way to live
Heck I'm still a kid
I should be out hanging with all my friends
But these thoughts of suicide haunt my head
Will they care when I am gone
When nothings left expect my thoughts
And this small poem telling everyone
I will be no more in about an hour
Don't try to save me
Just save your tears
Nothing can stop me
Because i have thoughts of suicide
Heres to the end my dear friend
I hope you live life through
This is the end to this girls life
And all her thoughts to boot
Nothing there but my thoughts my secret thoughts of suicide
poem by Danielle Arsuaga
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A Heartfelt Letter Unsigned
It seems I am only good with words
When I write them in my silent hours
Of all the things I have wished to say
But never found the moment or courage
I find myself saddened by my thoughts
All of which surround my thoughts of you
I think you are amazing, kind and so strong
You are beautiful in many ways I cannot count
Your nature and spirit I have come to know
Shows you to be funny and loving
You put a spring in my heart, a song in my step
I would love to hold you each night
Look after way and love you always
But alas, a time has come I must face
That moment of courage and opportunity
I think it matters not anyway
I have listened to my mind and heart argue
And wish I could look through any eyes
Other my own, when I look at you
A time has come to say goodbye, to move on
I wish to take you from my heart
Place you by my side as a friend and nothing more
If only my thoughts were not my own
If only I could look through another’s eyes
Perhaps I would not need to write these words
Because moving on from you
Is the hardest most difficult decision in life
You will always be so beautiful to me
And in loving you I must say goodbye
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Brephos
Although it is easy for one to think, it is not always easy for one to write
Not all thoughts can be expressed into words, nor should they. Rousseau said in his solitary walks or was it his confessions? That his most beautiful thoughts died in him as quick as he thought them and how he at the time wished he had a pen in hand to write them all down. Those thoughts are dead, but perhaps those same thoughts are born in others written down somewhere in all of infinite time. Some thoughts like some lives are not meant to be born. The seed of this thought, watered by my serene tears, germinates in my soul as I write this letter. Still I can't find the words to express its beauty, its paradox, its mystery. The seed germinates but no plant is born, no flower blooms. For every child that isn't born, for every thought trapped in the moral order nature's thought; the ineffable, the unborn, the unknown, I hope one day you find expression and tell the world what you are and what beauty really is—To eloquence that never speaks, to thought that never thinks, to life that never lives, in my heart you speak, think and live.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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I Miss You (remix)
What's up baby girl! (Ho!)
Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey)
Tim is missing you Missy's missing you
Rashad is missing you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no)
Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you damn we missing you whooh!
All we listen to is all the different yous
Four page letters in addition to
Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin
We used to party hop, we used to be in the Hampton's partied a lot
We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC
We used to make up special names for the food we ate
Remember serial pie one of your favourite plates (I miss you)
Well Dame told me tell you he's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell you, you lookin over us
Our little angel, but you know what
Brooklyn's missing you Detroit is missing you
New Orleans missing you Philly's missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
Your uncle's missing you your families missing you
Your fans is missing you the galleries missing you
Damn we missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
Now Star is mad I won't grant him a interview
Now he's dissing me cause he dissed you
Can you believe the nerve of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't bring in the pistols
(Wondering if your the same and who's been with you)
But he got issues enough of that lame
I never seen pain like your parents pain
But I know God protecting you
You used to read Seed Of The soul I know God perfecting you (I miss you)
All the estrogens the darker texture you are the more intellectual
You are so professional our little purple
song performed by by Jay-Z
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Let's Get Lost
I don't know where I'll go now
To find some beautiful place to get lost
To find some beautiful place to get lost
Burning every bridge that I cross
She said please stay
I pushed her away
But made it die
I had true love
To find some beautiful place to get lost
Burning every bridge that I cross
I wouldn't miss it again
That I couldn't abide
Invited in
I've been outside
And I even care who follows me there
But ill burn every bridge that I cross
To find some beautiful place to get lost
To find some beautiful place to get lost
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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The melancholy of my lonely nights
Its so cold in this room of mine,
Its even worse in this bed of mine,
Missing the days we never spent,
The love we never endured,
And your presence, always absent,
The night comes along,
Switching off the lights might help,
Yet i see your face again,
Putting my head under the pillow might help
Yet i feel your presence again,
Spare me the torture angry night,
I miss her but dont haunt me
I remember you scent and get drunk,
Thinking of none that existed but you,
I dream just but you again,
The thoughts never vanish,
Is it a blessing or its disguised?
Is it nature or you have a charm?
Spell to enslave my thoughts,
Enslaving them with the thoughts of you,
You have become a second me,
Taking over and coming over,
Waking up from your thoughts,
Oh my God its only 11pm
Till dawn i think of you,
I dream of you, missing you,
Wanting you and needing you
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Red wine, rain and my thoughts
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts
but there's something missing
how can I say I don't know
everywhere is desolate, and
every corner in this city
hides your image
that makes me more thoughtful.
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts,
sometimes I can't take a breath
and I can't hold my tears,
day by day living in this city,
without you
that's just meaningless.
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts,
you are endless hope
all I have in this life
that takes me behind of the worlds
where I've found you with all my heart
Red wine,
rain
and my thoughts,
red wine is my dream
that ornament whole my life,
rain is your voice
that's always in my ears,
and my thoughts is just you who is also me
red wine,
rain
and my thoughts
written by Turgay HINIZ, Agust 2007, Sydney.
poem by Turgay Hiniz
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We Live Poems We Cannot Write
WE LIVE POEMS WE CANNOT WRITE
We live poems we cannot write-
Words of beauty that sometimes come suddenly
And disappear before we think to transcribe them-
Indescribable perceptions that move rapidly within us
And are gone before we can even be fully conscious of them-
We live poems we cannot write
Worlds of feeling there are no words for-
Our lives are pervaded by unwritten poetry
And our strongest Will and most determined Memory
cannot make pages of it all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Purple
I lived here.
Ten years maybe two.
I did the decor.
I was miserable here.
I wonder why.
This was the most beautiful room I ever had.
My thoughts bounced off the walls a lot. Mainly resounding that I was 'useless' to my hearing.
Things you'll never know.
I've always hated myself.
Tried to change it all and love myself. Waste of time.
Apathy suits me well.
I don't care anymore.
About God, family, love, life.
I've taken a hard look at me.
And the reflection isn't flattering.
When at first I learned to talk.
I used all my words to write.
To him and her and you and me.
One more tear could dropp in spite of my apathetic state
But I'm dead inside.
I've lost everything I know that makes life...life.
Except misery though.
Yeah, sorrow too.
I've hoped and hoped, till hope jumped on thin ice.
Drowned, waved a white flag and just died.
Black's my favorite colour. It's apathetic.
Rock's my favorite genre of music. It's sympathetic.
Snow patrol, Coldplay, Blue October are my favorite bands. They are empathetic.
Poetry: only surviving talent. Me: archenemy. Death: only wish. It's pathetic.
What will my legacy be? A Poet.
I wouldn't write this. I'd say it in poems. One that reads like this:
Love is life alive
I have come to hate them both alike.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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I Cross The Gates Of Time
I miss your smile each and every day,
My painful heart calls out your name,
But instead of your voice replying,
Only echos answer me back.
When i need you i close my eyes,
And look for you in my thoughts,
I'm missing you through so many thorns,
But you are still there, the dream in my mind.
I lost you once but i'll find you again,
Life after life, i'll seek you,
And i 'll not rest till i cross the gates of time,
And find the meaning of you in everything.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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You're My Inspiration
I know I never thanked you
But in my heart I always do
For all the inspiration
I was given right from you.
My feelings always hidden
You never knew me well
My thoughts were written down
For things I'd never tell.
In poetry and music
Somehow you were always there
To fill that space I guess
That knew you'd never care.
But I wouldn't trade a single day
And I don't have one regret
For I feel that I was truely blest
For the chance that we both met.
From all the people in the whole wide world
I'm sorry I singled you out
To be one special person I chose in life
To write my poems about.
You were my inspiration
And only God knows why
And it's something that I can't explain
So I won't even try.
poem by Sherri Vogel
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