A real poem
What is real poem?
Is it flow of words or natural theme?
Does it echo sound of water?
Does it have capacity to alter?
To reduce the agony and pain?
To give honest call to rain
Words to flow in the direction of sea
Mix with the splendid music of tree
No words of differing
No more suffering
Helping hand with some offering
Music to their help in altering
The complete scene in harmony
Bees to sit at once place with more honey
Peace and calm with flow of words
Is it not the message of lords?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Volcano Of Passion
As the passion builds inside, my heart beats faster
My mouth goes dry
My hands become clammy
My eyes widen in anticipation
Out comes a flow of words, a flow of meanings
A flow of thought and feelings
I can feel it growing inside me, waiting to burst out
I really just want to shout as the words flow out onto the page
Without any rage, just a desire, a passion
For my words to have their own stage
The volcano has erupted, the words flow
Yet when the dust settles, nobody but me knows whats happened
It's my very own volcano of passion
poem by Craig Piercy
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Waiting And Wanting To Write Something Else
WAITING AND WANTING TO WRITE SOMETHING ELSE
Waiting and wanting to write something else
The spirit of poetry comes to me
It does not say a specific subject or theme
It has no meaning in mind for itself
But it sings in me
It calls to me
It says ‘now you have the music- let it flow’
And I write it down now
Not as if it is my poem or your poem or anyone’s poem
But only words which God is kind enough to give me
As God has given me so much else which I can be grateful for
A poem to You then
Who have so many poems
And need not my poem
Thank You God My Father.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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From the Banks of Ganga: IV
I sit by your banks
In awe of your flow
A parallel flow within
Watches every ripple:
Indefinable happiness
Peace is absence of
Even a ripple of thought
What follows peace is bliss
I suppose…
Loitering and searching
The best place to meet
The loved one is by
One's own banks of the heart
Where flows Gangs of love
The flow overwhelms me
Doesn't allow me stretch my hand
For the other…
I'm unto myself!
So you flow
So do I
Not against your tide
But with your flow
Flow Flow Flow!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Words Flow Like 'EBONICS
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know
That beat popping
Rhythmic sound of the ghetto—
Cognitive thought
Verbalize within the heartbeat
Of the city
Children voices-echoes
Sounds of spoken-word—
Our thoughts
Implanted in oral history—
History of revolutionaries
Freedom speakers
Breaking down cultural barriers—
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know
Gangster rappers-street talkers
Translating the agony of the city—
City slum dwellers
Seeking voices of advocacy
For the representation of diplomacy
Words of armor will protect thee—
So in the end
Remember this
Street talking-gangster rapping
Weapons of revolutionary thought
Created vices to be taught—
Words flow like Ebonics
You know, you know!
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poem by Gregory Upshaw
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Unaware of the fact
I am totally unaware of the fact
As why it has deserted me to act
Why no words are pouring in as it used to be?
Why do I feel so helpless and not free?
Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing
No reason can be advanced for sighting
Everything is just before the eyes
One may not depict correctly even if he tries
Of course they may be deeply lying in corner
It has to come out later or sooner
But it has got no use if untimely composed
It will be simply rejected and totally disposed
Words can’t flow until it has free message
Water can not flow in river until has the passage
The well has enough of water in the belt below
It will remain there as it is and not allow
As the fingers move on the head in hair rings
It may generate melody and words may try to sing
It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start
Align all activities in one action with live active part
As the earth has become barren
It may need fall of rain even
Dry words may find new energy in roots
The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up
Find it not hard to come out the songs
They may come at right time and not at wrong
Your heart and mind may keenly exchange
It will have good synchronization and able to manage
It will have full sweetness and melancholy
The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly
Let artificial things cover as pure illusion
Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion
Poems are not just free flow of words
They are holy words spoken by lords
Not everybody can pick it with intensity
Only good poet may find its full use and utility
It may face temporary setback sometimes
It has too some lean and bad times
It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes
The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume
Give it a full justice to come out with some reason
Nature too functions well with every season
How the flowers boom in different colors?
The spring has quality to offer more flavors
Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked
Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click
It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence
Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Chemistry
Words by geddy lee, alex lifeson, and neil peart,
Music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Signals transmitted
Message received
Reaction making impact ---
Invisibly
Elemental telepathy
Exchange of energy
Reaction making contact ---
Mysteriously
Eye to i
Reaction burning hotter
Two to one
Reflection on the water
H to o
No flow without the other
Oh but how
Do they make contact
With one another?
Electricity? biology?
Seems to me its chemistry
Emotion transmitted
Emotion received
Music in the abstract ---
Positively
Elemental empathy
A change of synergy
Music making contact ---
Naturally
One, two, three ---
Add without subtraction
Sound on sound
Multiplied reaction
H to o
No flow without the other
Oh but how
Do we make contact
With one another?
song performed by by Rush
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Word Flow
My mind spews an endless stream
Of words that flow 'n flow the more
Active mind filled with many dreams
A realm of fact, fiction, myth 'n lore
Who gives a damn what I think or utter
For men care not what I do or say
Alas, my bread is dry so pass the butter
For it’s my wizened soul I must obey
Condemn me not I only speak my truth
Words not meant to cause you hurt
Nay, that would clearly be uncouth
For it’s with your fertile mind I flirt
Relax my friend, watch my halo glow
Often happens when I let words flow
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Music in a Web
I'm falling
but my eyes are open
I am like glass
let the music flow
echo around us
let waves of pain be shattered
sight and sound sharpened
my heart whispers to me
you have shed your last tear
your voice embraced by my ear
my eyes search for you
alone and unloved, is how the Raven died
so catch me
tangle your words into a web
catch me.
Yes if only, if only
the moon called to me
bathed by the moonlight, I would stand
yours and mine
hand in hand.
poem by Dakota Ellerton
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The Poem Has A Music Of Its Own
THE POEM HAS A MUSIC OF ITS OWN
The poem has a music of its own
Without the music
It is no poetry.
My music
Faltering breaking slow
Wonders where it is going
And if it really sounds
As music should sound.
Once it was more easy to feel
The melody in me real.
Now I just do not know
So many sounds
So many words
So many claims of poetry.
Music music music
Where are you?
The sound from myself
Is only 'me' now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Where Did I Go?
Where was I, where did I go?
From this site where many know
A room so empty, but words did flow
Leaving behind a message of poetry I know.
I am back into my world where expressions last
A new begining that grows so fast
So once again let your emotions flow
Give it a meaning and take it slow :)
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Names disappear
You are your own master
As thoughts flow faster
You should worry for none
As you have to go it alone
Let words flow from you mind
They may exactly suit and find
The place where they must affect
Crate the impression and act
They all come from inner strength
As you have picked the length
It may wait for no theme
As they have natural rhythm
You are destined to be bird
So your voice is likely to be heard
Not when you are live and prominently read
But there after when you are gone and dead
Flowers fade and lay scattered
Your poems are remembered and uttered
With all that messages you had planned
Read and reread as they were beautifully penned
Names disappear but not the poems
As they are all meant for them
Someone may adopt it as model
The message will be clear to tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Music come again
Never winning head is spinning emotions cross to their beginning
Music love music lost death is here inside of us
Always wanting always needing knife will cut until there’s bleeding
Words wont flow thoughts wont move did I ever have that groove
Art for art or so they said get these words out of my head
Selling out I wont go just don’t need it any more
Time keeps ticking like the drum will I ever have that fun
Girl and boy heart and love music is the freeing one
Can I make one last stand will the music come again
People pushing you back down to the soundless cold hard ground
Will they take music from me and rip my heart out oh so gently
Never knowing what to do a deep deep darkness finding you
Forget these words and forget the music did I ever want to do it?
Modern Day Poet
I am the modern day poet you know
that must make words that easily flow.
For to just present words that ramble on
is to yield forth words that soon are gone.
They're gone from the listener and reader too,
who cannot reason or cannot view
how the words just seem to sit on a page
allowed to sit and yellow with age.
Words must be caressed and also thrive
to take on rhythms which come alive,
alive in the memory that through the ear
has taken it in and holds it dear.
And so in each poem I have my say.
And so in each poem my words do sway
back and forth like a front porch swing
giving my poem a magical ring.
I never allow dullness to come into play
for then my poem will be thrown away
into the piles of poems never read
because they're too hard to keep in the head.
So over and over it's become my style
to enchant the reader for a little while,
making them remember the lilting rhyme
that got into my head one word at a time.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Oh Words Of A Poem
OH WORDS OF A POEM
Oh words of a poem
Oh wondrous being-
Oh meaning made by my mind alone-
Oh kindness of words-
Oh gift in their music-
Oh beauty of speech-
Oh words of a poem-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Word Fervor
I am awake
weak with fervor
word residue
demand residue
draining words
leave in source
swiftly written
day upon day
without cessation
spring melt
is rapid
ice melt
winter melt
from high
mountain passes
flow neither waits
nor impeded hinders
observe flow waters
observe flow words
rapidly boiling forth
upon overflow rock
water force weight
unrestrained turbulent energy
unobserved water
still flows
unobserved without pause
lessons in
swift flowing waters
like swift flowing words
seen only
by those attentive
with sight to see
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lip Service
Words inspire and words destroy
Words conspire and words annoy
Words spread freedom and words detain
Words believe them in sound refrain
Words of passion in words misleading
Words without action are words without meaning
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Between Our Own Realities
between our realities
are the waters of privacy
and for one who does not flow
like what others do
the ripples of misunderstanding
begin to behave as whirlpools
in our minds
the banks of the rivers are far
and we who desire the harmony
of the clouds and their mirrors
begin to build the bridges of words
and symbols
between us now is this poem
and if you have been with me
upon the graces of time and
the courtesy of space
there could have been more to
this poem, and to those words
because between the emptiness
of air, something like a beating heart
a warm hug could have done better.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A lovely expression
If you believe in good theme
then you will certainly come out with good poem
The poem full and appreciation and wisdom
that has been witnessed seldom
Human life is full of ordeals
Al pain an agony is for real
The fate is already sealed
The wounds are open and not healed
How it comes out from heart earnestly?
How it is expressed in words honestly?
Heart is pulsating with rhythm and beats
In any case it has to release the heat
One may cry in wilderness and shout
He may not know what is it all about?
He may be facing critical phase and worst rout
He may have to go in isolation and certainly out
Something comes out all of sudden as expression
That may be in words or in oral admission
If he retains and stores in iron wall
It may be his end and dawn fall
The words spoken in some sense find the place
They have recognition and find some space
It touches your heart and makes you to wonder
You find magical spell with words in thunder
Poetry is for joy and easing of tension
It is very much there but you won’t find any mention
The bitterness may come out when you are in detention
The sweet echo in morning brings you in attention
It is not the placing of words that comes on fore
It is beautiful feeling that has never come out before
You may feel spell bound and put the self in that position
It is real beauty that has been put without any composition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Spread Your Words Upon The Water
as your words enrich the world
they enrich me also
as people read your words
and understanding grows
with empathy
they may embrace a better destiny
which in small ways
enriches our world
one day God may
smile upon us and say
'What you tried to do. It was good.'
the beauty of your words
is a pebble cast into the water
as the ripples spread and grow
may flow harmony and beauty
therefore spread your words upon the water
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Dedicated to Kudakwashe Roak Mutama.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The gift of words
Some words I swallowed
Like pots of rain
Their beauty quenched the thirst
Some words I swallowed
Like fire and pain
Their bitterness left me cursed
Some words I wrote
In anger and haste
And spat them on the palm
Some words I sought
To heal be chaste
To find the peace be calm
Some words I followed
Like footprints lost
In dying piles of leaves
Some words I followed
Like benevolent host
Once he really receives
Both the gift of words
Right from the lips
That used to sing the poles
And the gift of words
When the mind slips
Into the broken holes
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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