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A Deeper Sort of Empty (Death Poem)

Minus ten in blinding blizzard at midnight
Snow insulation isolates me from feeling
Cold sensation freezes me from all touch
The contrasting black emptiness inside
Is a deeper sort of empty for me now.

poem by Ian Beckett
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A Distant Sort of Closeness (Love Poem)

Plus thirty in scorching sunshine at noon
Heat insulation isolates me from feeling
Warm sensation fries me from your touch
And a contrasting black emptiness inside
In a distant sort of closeness for me now

poem by Ian Beckett
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Melanie

Watching, driving thru the night, Im all alone
Empty endless road, a thousand miles to go
Midnight five million thoughts are passing in a row
Will you still be waiting there God only knows
I can still see your face in my mind, with every turn I take
The wind through my heart feels so cold, as it calls out your name
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you can set me free
Morning, suns in my eyes, Im tied to your soul
One chance, one solitary life, how could I let you go
Got a phone call, or was it a dream, a voice spoke to me
I could swear it was you that I heard crying desperately
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you will set me free
I can still see your face in my mind, with every turn I take
The wind through my heart feels so cold, as it calls out your name
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you will set me free
Melanie, nothing but the touch of your hand can rescue me
Oh, melanie, reach inside this emptiness and you will set me free

song performed by by Toto
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Deeper

She moves with a tender kiss
And I can't stop feeling
She soothes with a tenderness
And I can't stop feeling
Oh I don't even know her name
But I can't stop feeling
She says that she feels the same
But I can't stop feeling
And if you let me try tonight,
You just might see that...
I'm falling deeper and deeper and deeper
In love
And I'm feeling more and more and more
and more and more alone
Oh yeah
She turns her lies into art
And I can't stop feeling
One touch and I fall apart
And I can't stop feeling
It sounded like an old clich
But I can't stop feeling
I love her in a thousand ways
And I can't stop feeling
And if you let me try tonight, well you just might see that...
I'm falling deeper and deeper and deeper
In love
And I'm feeling more and more and more and
more and more alone
Oh yeah
Well every simple notion
Is poetry in motion
Oh can't you see it's pushing me over the edge
This wrecking ball you're holding
Has crushed the hearts you've stolen
I'll give you my devotion all over again
And if you let me try tonight, you just might see that I'm...
That I'm falling deeper and deeper and deeper
In love
And I'm feeling more and more and more and
more and more alone
yeah
And I'm falling deeper and deeper and deeper
In love
And yet I'm feeling more and more and more
and more and more alone
Oh yeah

song performed by by Hanson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On Fire Inside A Snowball

Whenever I look out french windows
It's always snowing outside.
And feel your body relax on mine,
Giving me all the good lines,
(Uh-huh)
All the good lines,
All the good lines...
Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
A crystal layer of ice on our skin:
Very numb outside but warm within.
I bend to join our lips, but it's too cold
To kiss and hit. Is it you I'm feeling?
Is it you I'm feeling?
(Yeah)
Is it you I'm feeling?
Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Hot in the ice,
On fire inside,
A snowball.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.
Ah, but she's wonderful,
Set in the snow.

song performed by by Kate Bush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ode to Death

in the end
we all bid
farewell
to ourselves
in the cold
the world a stage
everybody has
to play no,
not Shakespeare's
suggested single role
but a double role
master and slave

this physique
that stoically
bids us
do its chores
for all its needs
physical, spiritual
the most exacting partner
one would ever get
a quiet stoic bullier
and after all the slavery tasks
the master leaves
the slave in the cold
a cold that freezes
in the finest of weather
without the snow
the blizzard
deep into everybody's heart, soul

the master and slave
a marriage made in heaven
till death do us part

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In The Cold

Water runs out of my right eye more than my left eye in the cold,
My right hand freezes more easily in the cold than my left hand;
Walking in the cold with temperatues of plus 3 ans minus 20 degrees!
But, who can understand this when i am from Africa?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Emptiness Is Both An Illusion And An Irony

emptiness is always an illusion
which carries with it an irony.

when i look at it, as its content shows,
it has nothing

bare hands, opening fingers,
an empty transparent ball, it can

tell your future, it can dig your
past,

thinking that it is spacious, i went
inside it, pierce myself though it

only to find that that are so many
crowding elements in there and they

are choking me and you who is looking
outside it, thinks that nothing is happening

but then the struggle is horrible, quick
and even deadly, so many hang themselves in

empty air, and lose their lives, because
you cannot see the body of breathing,

when you learn to live with it however,
you become full, emptiness is its irony,

its antithesis, for how can you ever be full
if you have never known how to empty yourself?

the face of emptiness is a mist, and you touch
it, you will hold a forest, so many black birds,

myriad exotic orchids, so many blending sounds of
trees screaming, of creeks flowing of waterfalls

cascading that you can relate to the locks of
your hair and the hairs of your armpits,

inside it is too personal to be told, outside it
are so many denials with the faces of the people

that you have loved before, and then you decide
to stay at a distance, you are like a tree

dark as a shadow, counting the hours
when the sun finally fades away.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Emptiness Comes

EMPTINESS COMES

Emptiness comes-
There is nothing to say
Nothing to write-

But Nothing is for me only nothing
It is not the goal and the meaning-

Egolessness belongs to saints of a certain kind
I am not a saint-

Emptiness disappears with the writing
Words and meanings come-

I suppose one will be empty forever
When one is alive
What can Emptiness give?

I have written against the Emptiness
And am less empty now for now-

Thank God I no longer feel empty now-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Walk on the Snow

It feels cold inside
when people cannot break the stillness
when human tongues revolve
around cars, TV and food
when the painful silence
is deep deep in the human heart.

I walk out of this coldness inside
away from the comforts and heating
installations in the house
away from the speed and heat of a car.

I simply walk on the field
looking at the vast space of emptiness
treading on the snow,
the snow that has
covered the grasses.

It gives me a deep sense of joy
that the walk to turn away
from coldness inside
becomes a walk with the Lord.
I walk with God on the snow.

Cars pass me by
Houses stand in the stillness
of their comforts.

I continue walking until
my exposed ears, hands and feet ache.
I walk with God on the snow
and I understand why people
fear the cold.

The Lord himself walks with me
on the snow and on the cold inside me
on the snow that covers the gound
on the snow that hurts and frightens.

But such a time of journeying
with God on the snow
becomes a cleansing and a healing
just as from the ground
the green will be reborn in spring.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Deeper, Dig Deeper

Deeper, dig deeper
Deeper, deeper, dig, dig, deeper, deeper
Get a little closer
You dont have to be afraid
You have to trust your inner pilot
Dont let it drift away
Dig a little deeper
You gotta get it in your soul
Reach out with your spirit
And let your feelings show
Deeper, deeper, dig, dig, deeper, deeper
You cant deny the feeling
That touches you inside
When youre tired and lonely
You dont have to lose your pride.
Take the time to listen
Stay a little while
Got a song to sing for you
Let the music get you higher, higher.

song performed by by Santana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Snow Is Falling

Snow is falling: snow is falling.
Geranium flowers reach
for the blizzard’s small white stars
past the window’s edge.

Snow is falling, all is lost,
the whole world’s streaming past:
the flight of steps on the back stairs,
the corner where roads cross.

Snow is falling: snow is falling,
not snowflakes stealing down,
Sky parachutes to earth instead,
in his worn dressing gown.

As if he’s playing hide-and-seek,
across the upper landings,
a mad thing, slowly sneaks,
Sky creeps down from the attic.

It’s all because life won’t wait,
before you know, it’s Christmas here.
And look, in a minute,
suddenly it’s New Year.

Snow is falling, deeper – deeper.
Maybe, with that same stride
in that same tempo,
with that same languor,

Time’s going by?

Year after year, perhaps,
passing, as snow’s falling,
like words in a poem?
Snow’s falling: snow’s falling.
Snow is falling, all is lost –
the whitened passers-by,
leaves’ startled showing,
the corners where roads cross.

poem by Boris Pasternak
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Empty Feeling Down Deep Inside

Sometimes we get an empty feeling
down deep inside of us
that we are so alone,
no friends, and no family.
We know it isn’t so,
but that empty feeling,
it still remains to taunt us.
Why we’ll never know.
We could be in a crowded room
and that feeling still resides.
You know that you are not alone,
but you still feel that
empty feeling down deep inside.

18 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Snow

See the snow
Its a blanket, soft and white
Falling slow
Covering the world, making it bright

Hear the snow
Crunching underneath feet
Children throw
The snow in the street

Smell the snow
The freshening scent
As the steady flow
Makes my heart content

Feel the snow
Powdery, it freezes your toes
As the blanket starts to grow
And the cold wind blows

Taste the snow
The way it makes the world look clean
Still cold though,
Makes the world, a beautiful scene

Love the snow
When I see it snowing all day
I just know
That everything is going to be okay

poem by Katniss Everdeen
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The Abyss of Shame

Into the dark abyss
of emptiness I go
Falling deeper inside myself ~
the greatest shame I know.

Hopelessness engulfs me
in ways I cannot express
Say goodbye to joy and laughter
and hello to emptiness.

Shame has joined me in despair
reminds me 'who's to blame'?
Me, for letting it happen to me
or him for all this pain.

I can't bear the painful thoughts
his touch, his breath, his kiss
With no one to hear my cries for help
I slip into my abyss.

It's there I can escape from him
and the memories that remain
Of the touch, the look, the feel of him
and his gift to me of shame.

But though I run, I cannot hide
the pain is everywhere
I just want to forget all I feel
and sink deeper into despair.

Oh please I beg, make me forget
the memories and the pain
The betrayal of trust and loss of me
into the abyss of shame.

poem by Hannah Randle
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Winters Embrace

I feel the cold,
The bitter taste,
An icy grip,
Winters Embrace,
My blood, in a flash, freezes,
No longer does flow,
And in my raven black hair,
Angel-White snow,

poem by Kieran J1996
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Biscuit

Im lost, exposed
Stranger things will come your way
Its just Im scared
Got hurt along time ago
I cant make myself heard no matter how hard I scream
Ohh sensation
Sin, slave of sensation
Full fed yet I still hunger
Torn inside
Haunted I tell myself, yet I still wander
Down, inside, its tearing me apart
Ohh sensation
Sin, slave of sensation
Ohh sensation
Sin, slave of sensation
At last, relief
A mothers son has left me sheer
The shores I seek
Are crimson tastes devine
I cant make myself heard, no matter how hard I scream
Ohh sensation
Sin slave of sensation

song performed by by Portishead
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A Winters Day

Winter,

the cold freezes my thoughts,

freezes my feelings

the wind bites at my face

the snow falls almost as if its in slow motion,

as if im in slow motion

time seems none exsistant

color fades to white

sound becomes silence

the light casts over the snow which glistens like diamonds

color is covered with white

sound becomes silence

the light casts over the snow which glistens like diamonds

There's a cold breeze in my face

I feel the winter come with its peace

The beauty is hard to imagine

But winter is a sight to see

poem by Aaron Mac Lean
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Snow

i haven't felt and seen snow evern once
perhaps in movies or on tv
but with you this evening
cold and closed and not giving in
to my touch and conversation
looking at someone else
from this table where we are
seated, i think, i know what snow is
what snow storm is there
inside your mind

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Goal Of Poetry

it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look

deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper

too, within
themselves

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blizzard

Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.

poem by William Carlos Williams
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