Traces (Life Poem)
Traces of memories we leave in verse,
Which capture moments in time, that
Become invisible, once they are gone.
Traces of what we are and do and can do,
In our life from the day we are born, until
We die, a summation of hopes and fears.
Traces are the sticky air between, hope
Fulfilled and the fears conquered, while
Life flows slowly towards an endless sea.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Sticky Air (Death Poem)
I know
Traces are
The sticky air
Between, hope fulfilled
And fears conquered,
While life flows
Slowly towards
An endless
Sea.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Pavements
there are traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
sadly looking at us
pavements are like history on strata and decaying leaves
there are booksful of words on the pavements
on the pavements
there are faces
ı haVE BEEN ACquı Nted with
looking at me lonely and sadly
the pavements look as they have come from above
and constructed there
on the pavements
there are many memories carved
there are lonely traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
we tread on
ı have acquinted with... faces look at me sadly and lonely
the pavements must have drunk from various waters
from many sourCes and fountains
who guesses who passed and gone on this pavements?
there are traces on the pavements
there are faces on the pavements
looking at me..lonely and sadly
when ı walk
and stroll on them lonely and slowly and slowly
Ali TÜRK KESKİ N Translatı on Metin SAHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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For My Teacher
when I look back I see little traces keep running until now
all traces of it still made an impression with both memory
I know you never cared at all the praise
do you expect from us is to be the people who would be useful for life
O God, bestow all the blessings and love Thee in those who to this day still are in our temporary modesty, many are in adequacy
but we will never forget all the services that never existed
let us invoke heaven for them
aameen
Burning Bridges
Our old love letters,
I burnt them one by one.
I didn’t want them in years to come,
to haunt me with memories of you.
Our car in which we used to travel,
around to see our friends,
I sold so I could get something new,
that didn’t hold the perfume of you.
The house would have to go,
too many memories,
of you lingering there,
and they are too hard to bear.
Just another bridge I’m burning,
to escape the entrapment of the past,
another way of removing to,
any traces of the love I had for you.
I’ve said goodbye to our friends,
before they start asking of you.
I’m moving to a far away place,
and burning bridges of all traces of you
I’m hoping it will be enough,
to keep your memories at bay,
Until the day I find another guide,
who will lovingly at my side stay.
poem by David Harris
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A crime in the dark of night
Under the cover of the drowsy night,
I see a very painful sight,
On the outskirts of the city,
A crime is born out of pity,
The crime is henious in nature,
Modesty experiences a fracture,
Who are these awesome faces,
I saw on them no traces,
No traces of shame and modesty,
Humanity seems to be void of honesty,
They are waiting for the customers,
They can be both old and new comers,
No job for them is a better substitute,
For each one of them is a prostitute.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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One More Time
Last time I show you my love.
Last chance to capture a dream.
A true love from the stars above!
Deep trust that lays unseen.
Words I ponder though my mind.
Threw endless traces of you in my heart.
Special feelings can be unkind.
Denying them to even start.
At this moment in my life,
There's no one I want more!
You're my special some one,
Someone I adore!
poem by Carlene Maddux
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Every animal leaves traces of what it was; man alone leaves traces of what he created.
quote by Jacob Bronowski
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Morning
the unbearable night
closes the eyes
to an imagined sleep
the following morning
traces of black stripes appear
on the linings of the eyes
the other one understands
when love fades
leaving traces of sighs
and what
ifs
one morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like A Leaf
i will pass this world
like a blown leaf
to the north by the south winds
there will be abrupt changes
just the ripening of the life
of a leaf
from green to yellow
to orange and then to gray
to dryness crumpling
into dust
who will not be dust?
we all are
but all of you are leaving traces
like a footstep
a child a parcel of land
a will
how can i make some traces
on the path of the
wind?
there shall be none
for a whisper has no bars to hold on
a sound has no box to stay
a spoken word
has no room for sleeping.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Traces Of Autumn
Traces of autumn
Traces of autumn
poem by Aldo Kraas
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On Line For Life
your life is on line
machine still traces
records your heartbeats
displayed on monitor
electronic proof
witness you still live
your life electronically pulses
beep beep beep beeps
with faint pulsing echo certainty
grasp it with certainty
take it and live
in moments of hope
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Midnight Traces
Before the dawn steals, the midnight traces
to replace them with scarlet hues
souls of unleashed fury roam
in the shadows of discontent
with their harrowing screams
against the bondage that keeps them there.
Sunrise breaks the spells of midnight
forcing its demons to retreat
back to whence they came
releasing the souls to silent sleep,
to rest in their slumber
before the midnight traces fall again.
poem by David Harris
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A Moment In Time
An Autumnal Moment
The autumn light has faded it is night now,
Heat lingers, melts the ice in my whisky.
This is the best time of the day and I will
Not think of tomorrow’s day.
The terrace is full of fallen flowers and
Only slowly they will blow away.
All traces of summer will be gone and
What’s left is a vague memory.
That once upon a time there was a spring,
Summer and endless joys of youth.
But I shall sleep easily in my bed as long as
I feel the good warmth of my lover.
And I will think how lucky I’m and hope
I will slip into the deepest sleep before her.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Is man really courageous?
Is man really courageous?
He who says so
Must be lunatic.
Man fears life,
He fears death,
He fears disease,
He fears failure
And sometimes his success also,
He fears the truth,
He fears honesty,
He fears God
But on his terms,
And above all
He fears himself.
So why should he be called
A courageous?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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A Forgetful Number
Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But alone very much alone
It began to reckon with itself
It divided multiplied itself
It subtracted added itself
And remained always alone
It stopped reckoning with itself
And shut itself up in its round
And sunny purity
Outside were left the fiery
Traces of its reckoning
They began to chase each other through the dark
To divide when they should have multiplied themselves
To subtract when they should have added themselves
That's what happens in the dark
And there was no one to ask it
To stop the traces
And to rub them out.
Trans. Anne Pennington
poem by Vasko Popa
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Traces Of Sadness
Verse 1:
He walked through the neon light
His future's 'bout to burn
His face was a mask of violence
He'd just reached the bitter end -
That point of no return
There was nothing left to reach
Chorus:
Just traces of sadness
(All the tears remained uncried)
Just echoes of madness
(All his fantasies had died)
He buried his daydreams
(But the nightmares stayed alive)
(Addiction's like a fence)
(That keeps away your second chance)
When the road to freedom ends
Verse 2:
Drinks and drugs and all the rest
He walked that one way street
That leads into desperation
And he learned the hardest way
To steal and fight and cheat
There was nothing left to learn
Chorus:
Just traces of sadness
(All the tears remained uncried)
Just echoes of madness
(All his fantasies had died)
He buried his daydreams
(But the nightmares stayed alive)
(Addiction's like a fence)
(That keeps away your second chance)
When the road to freedom ends
Bridge:
Deep down in his soul he found
The words he had to learn:
There is no way to return
Chorus:
Just traces of sadness
(All the tears remained uncried)
Just echoes of madness
(All his fantasies had died)
He buried his daydreams
(But the nightmares stayed alive)
(Addiction's like a fence)
(That keeps away your second chance)
When the road to freedom ends
When the road to freedom ends
(The traces of sadness)
Chorus:
Just traces of sadness
(All the tears remained uncried)
Just echoes of madness
(All his fantasies had died)
He buried his daydreams
(But the nightmares stayed alive)
(Addiction's like a fence)
(That keeps away your second chance)
When the road to freedom ends
When the road to freedom ends
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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The Undue Glory
A singer searches different channels
And retains traces of music found good
In the music that he has composed.
A writer searches different sources
And retains traces of portions found good
In the essays that he has developed.
Thus comes glory to artists unduly.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wrapped in Layers of Oblivion
Who remembers whom
When one goes beyond reach?
Day by day till memory is
Alive and kicking
One talks of the one gone
By an by a mere passing thought
Is all that remains
And later time casts its net
And time wipes away all the traces
Of the loved and the hated alike
No place to grieve
No room for guilt
It’s just the way
In this endless profession
And procession of life
25sep2010
12.27hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Travelin Man
Words and music by bob seger
Up with the sun, gone with the wind,
She always said I was lazy.
Leavin my home, leavin my friends,
Runnin when things get too crazy.
Out on thr road, out neath the stars,
Feelin the breeze, passin the cars.
Women have come, women have gone,
Everyone tryin to cage me.
Some were so sweet, I barely got free,
Others, they only enraged me.
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.
Travelin man, love when I can,
Turn loose my hand cause Im goin.
Travelin man, catch if you can,
But sooner or lare Im goin.
Travelin man ... travelin man, yes I am.
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they left on my soul.
These are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.
These are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.
song performed by by Bob Seger
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