Not a Word of Criticism
Not a word of criticism
But confine to a world of humanism
Of starts and sky of moon light
Only love in same places at night
Some fasciations of unknown life
Knowing not about the double edged knife
Yet trying to touch the emotions and plight
Trying to find the ways and means right
Poets are not meant to please
They must come out and release
Whatever they can contribute
Whether in peace time or in dispute
They may share the burden
Contribute a lot to remove the hurdles
Create awareness by useful writing
Educate the people and discourage violence and fighting
They need not fear prison
They can’t be pushed in without any reasons
The sedition and trial is something different
Patriotism and humanism is praise worthy movement
Don’t shy away from real task
It can flare up emotions at start
There need not be adding of anything
It may prove worthwhile and something
Poets are not born but origin from nowhere
The plight and sufferings make them to rise from somewhere
They fight with pen and not with weapon
As battles are never lost but always won
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why People Become Poets Poets Dreams
have you ever wondered why people become poets?
poets have been around since the beginning of time
and they have been mostly men, speaking of their loves, life
and emotions.
famous love stories, plays, movies, all seen thru a poets eyes.
just as the centuries have gone by and everything in life has changed
so have the poets.
there is now as many and if not more female poets
than male poets. why? because they are more sensitive to emotions
and are not afraid to show or speak of it, unlike men who want to
show the 'MACHO MAN IMAGE'
poets see life thru different eyes for different situations
and write about it in so many forms, and see the light and
the darkness in everything, including the good and bad.
it may be just one word, or a line, or verse
that enters their mind to start creating
what will become a poem,
what is the poets dream that you will create?
a love story, a sad story, one of fear or hate, or passion
one of beauty, or war.
so many things to choose from- but it doesn’t matter
what you may choose, you must take the first step.
just as reading this is the first step to start on your way to writing poetry
and opening up your mind and soul.
touching other people and receiving comments
and feedback on your writings will help you to improve
on your weak areas.
some people do it because they are looking for fortune and fame
while others want to communicate with others, and others
just to see their names on something other than
a bill being paid.
poem by Louis Rams
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Humanism
To believe
In the deeds
And sayings
In which
We increase
The honour
Of humanity
Is the best definition
Of humanism
In which
The best point
To see
How we
Born
Our origin
Is it the left rib
Of Adam
Or the monkey?
Is it automatic
Or have
Specific
Reasons
Or
The question
You leave
Suspended
Animation?
It is up to
You
To your
Humanism.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Good Poets and Bad Poets
Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.
Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.
Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind
Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.
Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.
Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.
Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.
All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.
Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.
Some poets take criticism and don't mind.
Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.
Some poets write poetry to get love.
Some poets love to write poetry.
Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind
Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind
Some poets live only after they die.
Some poets have much to say but can't articulate
Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand
So which one of these am I?
I guess I am all of these and none of these
and no matter what my description
I intend to keep doing what I do:
Write. Right
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hang On To Your Emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
When a demagogue inside your head has taken charge
And by default what you say or do is criticized
And this litany of failures is recited a thousand times
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
That your minds a cage - inside the cage a cat
That spits and scratches all it can get at
And thats you, and your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
Your minds a cage - inside the cage a rat
Rabidly trying to get it, you
And your emotions, you and your emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When that facile voice inside your head says give your life away
You might think to ask - how it got that way
What books it has read - that make it that way
And where it got the right - to speak to anyone that way
Youd better
Hold on to your emotions, hold on to your emotions
When a night citys breeze blows across the room
And a 5 am moon and sun start their swoon
You hear your lovers breath
And not a moment too soon
You get to
Release all your emotions, you get to
Let go of your emotions, and now
Release all your emotions, youd better
Let go of your emotions
Release, I wanna let go
I wanna release, now
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Let people rule
In olden days some specialized people managed war front
They had unique art and presented it to kings very blunt
They were given place in kingdom and adored seat
So many wars were won and it was considered marvelous feat
So is the role open for modern viewers and poets
They can’t remain mute spectator or quiet
It becomes equally important to rise to occasion
Arouse the public opinion and inflame the passion
It is poet's passion that ignites
Compel him to imagine and write
The real values of human life and misery
To remove the sadness and make him merry
Not all might have done same
Yet they have earned and brought the fame
We still miss them at our heart
As it was well beginning and start
The world is sitting on live volcano
Human race seems to be locked with inferno
Where is the way out to offer resistance?
Even though it is left voluntarily to insistence
The revolution has not come all of sudden
It may have lots of sufferings and pain even
It is never dieing out cream for secured future
Someone has to strive hard and make it sure
The news are flashed across globe in no times
It has desirous impact and effects sometimes
Yet people have to undergo lots of sufferings
There is no enough heed to their patience and offerings
I would pray for quick end to their plight
So many have lost their lives in peaceful fight
How come it is that we have to offer blood?
There is enough of misery and shortage of food
Billions are siphoned away and used for luxury
It is adding to their woe, misery and worry
It is high time we harness the poetic skill
Let people rule supreme with powerful will
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Poetry Betters Men And The World
I want to make the world a better place,
To live; All-men to think aright and fill
Their hearts with joy; each one to have a face
With smiles and body, mind that are not ill.
I want to contribute my mite in ways,
I can and mitigate the sufferings
Of men; so that they see far better days
And live a life that’s fit for all Earthlings.
I know that Poets cannot save the World;
But they can surely show the road aright,
That leads them to the Almighty, One Lord,
Who is the Way and Truth and Guiding-Light.
As man alone can wonder, imagine,
Then, Poetry will help men lessen sin.
poem by John Celes
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The Poets’ Heaven on Earth!
Allpoetry.com is Poets’ home!
- A happy family that’s growing fast;
Where one can speak his heart out to others,
And share the joys/woes with sisters/brothers.
Where Greeters come and make you feel at home,
And help to clear your genuine doubts;
And guide you through the website’s rules followed,
And give the newcomers a warm welcome!
Oh, what a lovely place for all poets!
Empty your emotions and have no fear;
Where friends comment and critique on your writes;
But sometimes cause upsets and little fights!
The place looks friendly for all ages, minds!
Show off your talents at word-painting;
Enter the contests and win cups and points,
Blessings too; someone even anoints!
Nevertheless, ’tis a wonderful place,
Where stressed minds and hearts can find real peace;
Where poets post numbers at rapid pace,
And learning and fun is for paltry fees!
poem by John Celes
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Poet 2 Poet
We all have different writing styles, and we
May not all have grace and poise.
But when we do write, it’s all to make some noise.
We want to be recognized by the co-poets
All fair and true.
For writing our poetry is what we all like to do.
So I welcome all my co-poets who take this beautiful ride
And all their dreams and visions, they do find.
We do not only write what comes into our minds
But we write from the heart
And this is where poetry gets its start.
So continue to write all that you see and feel
Because these are human emotions.
That from us, no one can steal.
WELCOME ABOARD THIS TRAIN OF POETRY.
poem by Louis Rams
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I write...
How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent
There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future
What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind
I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been
Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate
I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate
If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow
The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays
I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Change in order
I at once thought world should change its order
It should look one on map without any border
Freedom movement without any restrictions
Free flow of human traffic without any frictions
It may spread message of love and peace
This is golden opportunity we should not miss
It must strike to all that it is necessity and must
We should take lead start at once and be the first
Well these are simple thoughts and may not look real
From the face of it they may look worthy and ideal
How much can we do remove the plight or ordeal?
Can we not act as honest broker and strike a deal?
It may not find favor with many across the world
The response may be lukewarm or very cold
It is possible that they may not try to come in fold
It needs chance to realize with initiatives very bold
I am not here to advocate any principle or ideology
It is not simple out cry, alarm, propaganda or bogey
When world is driven by powerful lobby and money?
They need power blocks, powerful alliances and company
It can be ruled out at the outset or from the beginning
It may not even have good start or find good opening
Age old rivalries have taken a deep root with distrust
It is formidable ask to come out with mutual trust
It may disappear with passage of time and find solution
It doesn’t require and great change with bloody revolution
It also doesn’t require power dissipation or devolution
It needs preparedness or acceptance in mind with formulation
I am not sure of its reasonability or correctness
It may look good piece of writing with neatness
Still it seems that it should given fair chance or trial
No one from heart may disagree or offer denial
Everybody wants to live in peace with harmony
They may be living uncomfortably at odds with so many
It is desire from their heart that they should come in terms
To do away with all misconceptions which prove as germs?
You may not be great visionary and being your own drums
You may look idealist with blend of thoughts and good dreams
It may prove as driving force to come round with favor
Fragrance of love and peace may find place with flavor
I shall consider my self deem fit to be called a true son
If I can perform well with time and act as good person
It I change every time for needs without any strong reason
Nature too may feel shame if they shower or show up without season
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Can Contribute A Verse
Contribute a verse, contribute a verse,
Who can contribute a verse?
Contribute a verse, contribute a verse,
You can contribute a verse.
You may be an underpaid lab’rer,
Streetsweeper or overworked nurse,
A migrant without any papers,
But you can contribute a verse.
You left school at sixteen with no GCSEs?
Did you graduate from Oxford with a First?
Makes no diff’rence, not one bit, for you both are fully fit,
Well-equipped to lay before the world a verse.
You may have no notes in your wallet,
You may have no coins in your purse,
No shoes on your feet, no breakfast to eat,
But you can contribute a verse.
Are you feeling sad and lonely,
In the depths of misery?
Do you feel this Life we’re living
Is not worth the entrance fee?
Are you sure that things will not get any better?
Quite persuaded they will go from bad to worse?
No great problem, drama, crisis, doesn’t matter,
As long as you can come up with a verse.
And it’s possible you’ve heard that our days upon this earth
Are not many, are not many, precious few.
We have hardly enough time to take in all of the sights,
Or do the things that we would like to do.
For we’ve barely crawled out of the cradle,
Then they cart us away in a hearse.
So, in the meantime don’t be idle:
Be sure to contribute a verse!
27/9/06
poem by Denys E. W. Jones
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Who Am I?
Who am I on this universe?
Blessings for others or simple curse
I rely on friend's observation and compile
Chose a path and pause meanwhile
Am I biggest beggar, bloger or server?
None of the above yet prove as a good writer
I read many articles and come across
Appreciate others but feel the loss
Why am I not like others?
How do they excel and come across?
I have left this to anybody's guess
As there are lot many questions to face
Let the poets claim originality?
Go on roof top and acclaim personality
Also sing in praise about contents and quality
But alas! The beggar soul betrays capacity
Ideas are definitely coming from some one
Built nicely and interwoven from any one
So real beggars are fortunate
At least they get some cash to relate
As the beggars collect their share in the evening
The opportunist poets get lions share in the morning
Get no where and bogged down when real time comes
No one may appreciate it fully when approaches time to welcome
I am clear as far as writing is concerned
I am not at all disturbed at what others do and remain discerned
Nature, sky and stars remain there from the origin of universe
We can pick many things from them of course
There is no shame in frank admission
As to reach out to people is our only mission
Now it matters less who reaches out first
They have built and have confidence with trust
I shall repeat and endorse if some ideas are really worthwhile
It may not be my original work to speak fairly about style
Yet some purpose is served to build love and trust
That is all we are here for and that vision is must
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Alas, A Bard’s a Bruised Reed!
They make me mad- some people, known/ unknown;
They make me sad- their wiliness / ego;
They’re after money’s comfort on this earth!
Sense/ common-sense are things that’re a dearth.
They know how poets have suffered in life!
They know how poets land in utter strife!
They stay unmoved/ inert- husband or wife:
They wound my heart with words akin a knife.
Oh how I wish I should be, never me!
Oh how I wish I were akin to them;
Yet, I can’t simply change: I’m thus destined;
To Poesy must Bards always well bind.
Poetry isn’t something that pays at once;
It isn’t something that gives plenty returns;
A Poet seeks the truth without/ within;
And Truth is God: God abhors only sin!
Being like earthlings is not always right;
The destiny of world, poets do fight;
Most Bards cannot be dishonest, may be;
Their minds are fixed to Eternity.
And if they change, could they God realize?
Good Bards prefer to be always soul-wise;
And like a phoenix die, again arise;
And show the world to be heavenly-wise!
Oh, one can’t take me for an easy ride;
I can’t my emotions and passions hide;
I can’t live on with ego great and pride;
My thoughts to be aright, God helps decide.
The superfluous from the thing that’s deep;
The virtual/ surreal from real;
The transient from what is permanent;
God help me to know and my soul to keep.
Alas, a Poet is a bruised reed!
His works on earth are immortal indeed;
His heart of love is uniquely his creed;
His mind wants peace and never yearns for greed!
Alas, a Bard’s a bruised reed!
poem by John Celes
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You are the poet
Poet is a journalist
Watches the feelings
Watches the emotions
Watches the world
Watches the light and
Watches the dark
He thinks everywhere
Others can’t imagine
-o-
Chasing the thoughts
Searching the words
Forming the sentences
To give the expression
To put the life in it
-o-
Poet is like a cook
Collecting good ingredients
Cooking the feelings to
Present in better way
-o-
Poet is like a soldier
Fighting in the war and
Fighting with the self
Feeling the pain and
Bleeding the emotions
Making room for self
To express the story
To save the people
-o-
Poet is like mother
Cooking the soft food
Feeding smoothly
Treating the readers like his own kids
Reader’s happiness is poet’s happiness
If you can’t praise, no problem
But don’t forget to acknowledge
-o-
Poet is the center of universe
Editors, Music directors,
Composers, singers, musicians,
Media everybody is rotating around
-o-
Poet writes to quench intellectuals
Poet writes to entertain good listeners
Poet writes to move hearts
Poet writes for a cause
Poet write for entertainment
Poets write to express themselves
Poets write to share their feelings
-o-
When time is running
Poem is the history
In present it reflects the story
Poem gives the hope in future
-o-
Poet is the planter
Plants seeds into your hearts
Make sure that it sprouts
Brings the thoughts into actions
-o-
Poet is the director behind your actions
Poet is the motivator behind your feelings
Poet is the coach who puts you on track
Poet is person whom your heart likes
-o-
Poet is the soldier when he uses poem as bullet
Poet is the coach when his poem moves your heart
Poet is the love, when he gives poem as flower
Poet is the parent, when he consoles you in your troubles
Poet is the healer who heals souls
Poet enters different roles
To justify the poem and to justify the people
-o-
Poem is the form of literature
We can find in holy books
Poem is the feelings
Poem touches the hearts
-o-
Sun can be seen in day
Moon can be seen in night
But poem is there day and night
Poem is powerful than nature
Poem don’t have life and death
Just it flows from heart to heart
Poet is the instrument
In the hands of the poem
-o-
If you drink a cup of alcohol
It may stay there just for hours
If you read a good poem
Nobody knows how long it gives the kick
-o-
When you have time, read a good poem
When you have time, write some poetry
When you have time, share a poem
-o-
You will be the poet, when you read a poem
You will be the poet, when you put on paper
You can be the poet to change your self
You can be the poet to change the world
You must be a poet, to enjoy this life
Waiting for you, to listen to your poem
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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I Want My Poetry
(8/22/12)
I want my poetry to touch the hearts and minds of all who read
And on their emotions my words would feed.
To express to all people no matter who they may be
Or what schooling they may or may not have
That their voices will be heard and told
And their emotions will all unfold.
Every emotion known to man will be written
With a gentle hand.
We as poets can climb into your being
And see what you are seeing, and to feel
Your every emotional pain
For no two are ever the same.
To feel your hunger, your thirst, your needs
And feel the cut vein when you bleed.
To feel your sorrows, your bitterness, your hate
And also feel your religious faith.
We are you - you are us
And in our minds you put your trust.
Let us tell the future generations
That these words were our salvation.
I want to make you feel the splendor
And to my words you will surrender.
To make you feel happy inside
And with a smile you can not hide.
To make you see that ALL LIFE is worthwhile
As you look upon that newborn child.
To let you know that your life was given to you
Because the love your parents knew.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Global Poetry
Poetry from around the globe
From every corner of the world from every nations
On every human emotions, original and
Universal, no distinctions on races and religions,
Colour of skins, hairs and eyes, sex or tribes, poets
Heart out writes, apprehensions and experiences
Moulded in their souls and minds to strengthen
Friendship, love, fraternity and brotherhood relinquishing
Separation and hate and dig down deep to fathom out
Quality and merit, upholding high the flag of beauty and truth
Cultivating to enrich always humanism of the whole humanity.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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In the world of poetry there are would-be poets, workshop poets, promising poets, lovesick poets, university poets, and a few real poets.
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Sonnet: Sufferings- the Key to Life
Through sufferings, we are born to lead this life;
Through sufferings, we are even baptized;
Through sufferings, we all must meet our strife;
Through sufferings, we’re even magnetized.
Through sufferings, sometimes we have our joy!
Through sufferings, we earn our livelihood;
Through sufferings, we grew to man from boy;
And sufferings’ our teacher from childhood!
Through sufferings, we learn in life good things;
Through sufferings, we learn to live well, pray!
Through sufferings, big truths, this world us brings;
By sufferings, we fight ‘gainst Tempter’s ways.
Yet, sufferings- a blessing God us gave,
To keep the road to Heaven, well behave!
poem by John Celes
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A Love and violence
Violence invites retaliation
More sufferings and no direct relation
Turning back the peace prospectives
The defeat of purpose and objectives
Mother's and father's action is not offensive in nature
It is submission to God's dictate for bright future
We may give it any shape or name
It is glory and not the shame
Whatever may be our interpretation
It is ruled out of question
It is holier than holy
And we owe it fully
love is the best weapon
War may be waged on
The violence or force has never won
love can impose on initiation
The best way is to love and to be believed
This may help for tension to be relieved
it is th only answer to be found among
The right will be right and can never be wrong
What are we trying to achieve?
Who will lead us and believe?
Let us give peace and love a fair trial
No one can dispute or offer a denial
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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0005 Totally Boring Poem
I’m totally bored by:
poems that sound like other poems
poems that try to sound unlike any other poems
poets who never take risks
poets who think that taking risks
makes them good poets
poems with 'meaning'
poems with no meaning
poets who slag off other poets
as if that achieves something
poets that tell you that rhyme
is not for an age but for all time
poets that tell you that rhyme is outmoded and boring
poets who think that the poetry of 'the past'
is greater than that of 'the present'
poets who think that the poetry of 'the present'
is greater than that of 'the past'
poems that tell you the poet's the first to discover sex
poets that tell you they’re the best sex you’ll ever have
although you’ll never meet them to find out
poets that tell you they’ve been dumped
poets who've never known love and being dumped
poets who are ambitious
poets who are unambitious
poets who tell you all about higher things
poets who reject higher things
poets who think life’s just a joke
poets who think life’s no joke
poets who sit on the fence
poets who have no sense of balance
poets who despise 'the middle ground'
poets who talk about technique
poets with no technique
poets who just throw down their thoughts
poets who 'work up' their poems to a self-satisfied polish
poets who list what they like (who cares?)
poets who list what don’t like (who cares?)
poets who write about extreme states
poets who think they’re immune to extreme states
poets who tell you why they’re bored
poets who have opinions
poets who seem to have no opinions at all
poets who have boring opinions to air - why choose poetry?
poets who comment on others' poems
as if it's the last word
poets who never bother to comment
on others' poems
poets who don't love poetry passionately
poets who tell you they 'love poetry passionately'
poets who – oh I’m too bored to go on reading this,
how about you?
I suppose you have boring opinions too?
another time perhaps
and oh yes I'm most of all bored by
those who waste their precious time on this earth
being bored
well I feel better for that.
how about you?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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