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Aren't you jarred and jaded of my poems

Aren't you jarred and jaded of my poems
All include faint signs and predictive omens
My lines so dull and deprived of new pride
So far from variation and nimble change
Times passes and I never glance aside
To new found methods and complicated compounds strange
Why I write still all one, ever the same
And bar innovation keeping it a tattered weed
Every word every line screams my name.....
You would know in advance what I proclaim or how I proceed
Oh NO! Know dear love I always write of you
You and love are always the subject of my argument
So I put my best to dress old words new
Chewing again what is already by generations spent
So as the sun is daily new at dawn and old at dusk
So is my love still telling what is told and forever lasts

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poem by Isaac Ziv
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Two Word Lines

I write
my pain
and its
just another poem
its just
the same
all the heart ache that goes onto this page
only takes me back to the place where I await
behind the curtains of an empty stage
the pain
I write
I wrote this
I locked my own cage
I threw away the key to he that did see me rage
and still
I write
yes still
I fight
hoping that I might find something you feel
because these two word lines are just rhymes
when I say them back they aren't real
I'm sick and tired of talking about better times
forcing things like a relationship two people don't really want
a mum and dad staying together for the sake of the kids when the love is really gone.
Look at this back and see my two word lines
see my two word lines
are one.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Enough Is Enough!

Many have been the times
When you have run out of this house,
Like a frighten thief after midnight...
I kept waiting for you patiently,
For long hours (God is my witness) ,
In vain I tried to save our love,
But you took it for granted and you lost...

Many were the times
When clearly you rejected me,
Without realizing:
How much pain I can endure
Until I would wake up?
Disregarding the fact
That nothing lasts forever!
And one love will be gone
While another one will be born...
Time will come
To listen to a new song...

I confess I will miss you,
As a natural thing,
However, it will be for a while!
Since nothing lasts forever,
Which I know for sure
Destiny will lead me,
To a new heart
With new feelings and love
Granting me the green light
To a new prosperous life...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The History Of You And Me

Everytime you think of me.
Write it all down in your diary.
And never forget you were mine.

'Cause you can write a book about love.
And you can write a book about history.
The history of you and me..

On every page that you write.
Move your pen, with those old memories of me.
Holding me in your arms.

'Cause you can write a book about love.
And you can write a book about history.
The history of you and me..

Try not to miss a word.
Don't miss a single word, about those old romantic nights.
The nights you spent with me.

'Cause you can write a book about love.
And you can write a book about history.
The history of you and me..

Yaahh! The history of you and me....

Love Song Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1990,2009..
ALL rights reserved..

poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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A Poet To Be

A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.

I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.

I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.

I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.

But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.

I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.

I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.

I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.

A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.

I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.

I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.

It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.

A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.

But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.

How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.

As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.

poem by Adam McKim
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I Am My Poem

When you see me,
you see my poems.
For when i breath, i breath out ballads.
But vers libre express my heart.

Should i write in complicated
and rhythmic words to make
my poems deep and beautiful?
My life is complicated already.

Should i write in simple and
enticing words to make
my poems attractive?
My life is not that simple.

Like stream to the river
down to the sea,
so is my poems from my
soul to my spirit down to my body.

You may disapprove me
but come and take a walk
within my soul and see if
you can live there for a moment.

So when i write, must i
invite you to read.
Read if you want to.
I write because the chamber
of soul finds relieve.

poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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Did Your Love For Him Last?

i am just wondering why you do not
write poetry anymore. I am asking myself
if your having jumped over the fence
yielded the bliss on the other side of things.

Are you too happy to forget the sad refrains
of poetry?
or Are you too sad
mourning over another
love lost
that your hands are too weary
to write another love poem for this
valentine's day?

whatever happened, please write me a love poem
sad or happy, please do write me one

i just want to know what a love poem should be all about
after all those years
when we think we really found the true one.

write me, please a love poem, show me the color
and scent of each word, show me the texture of each line,
show me whether the heart is bleeding
or leaping with joy like the one we used to write before together

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Write Me

Aerosmith
Write Me
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
I said, the ways of the night are evil with eyes that love the day,
but I'll never never never never never get so far away.
I said write me, write me, write me.
I said write me, write me, write me.
Well there's nothin' I can see that'd ever make
me want to be without her she's good, she's good to me.
Said there's no way to explain the kind of feeling
that you get out in the rain she's good, she's good to me.
See this emptiness inside it makes me scream
it make me crawl out of my high, she's good, she's good to me.
I love her.
Write me a letter, write me a letter, write it today, I'm goin' away.
Well I've been away forever, suicide's crossin' my mind,
But I'll never never never never never get so far behind.
Well I've been so many places hidin' from the wind and the rain,
But you could write me a letter for to save me from a goin' insane.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write.
I said write me, write, write, write me.
Write me, write, write, write me.
Don't write me baby.

song performed by by Aerosmith
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I Promised You That We Make Love At Dawn

but then there is this poem
inside my heart
and it wants to be written
at dawn

and so i promised you
another dawn
tomorrow

you perfectly understand
my situation
it is not simple. it is complicated.
i make it complicated.

you look at it simple enough.
lack of love for you.
devotion to poetry.

and sooner, you declare a war.
an end. you write a letter telling about
the word
goodbye.

i understand it too perfectly.
we have two parting worlds now.
floating stars looking for each nest
in some other space.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nothing Lasts Forever

Scene: flash is on the run and he goes to belle for help.
He sings this song with belle.
Flash: when we were young and green
We shared our dreams together,
And you were my friend.
Belle: we had our good times pal,
We thought theyd last forever.
But nothing lasts forever,
Nothing lasts forever.
Time goes by and people change
Its best we go our separate ways
And it was wrong to think our love would never end
My friend
Nothing lasts forever,
Nothing lasts forever.
Time goes by it takes us all,
Nations crumble and empires fall
And who are we
To think that we would always be,
You see nothing lasts forever,
Nothing lasts forever.
Flash: I know that youll survive
And youll get by whatever.
Though you say goodbye.
My love will never die,
It will last forever.
Your love will die but mine will last forever,
Your love will fade but mine will last forever.
Your feeling might go but mine will last forever.
And though youre gone youre in my mind forever.

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I don't write poems

I don't write poems,
I drink them like wine,
I become tipsy
with each coming line.

I don't write poems,
I breathe them like air,
I become so happy
when each one I share.

I don't write poems,
I live with them;
they prolong my years,
they are as true as I am.

I don't write poems,
I weave into verses
sadness, joy, tears,
prayers, love, curses…

My poems talk and sing,
Sense of living they bring.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
26th of April,2012

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Ah love, but a day

Ah love, but a day
And the world on me has changed
The sun is away
And the birds to me estranged
One painful word from her voluptuous lips
And my whole world eclipsed
A bitter punctuating word, in a piercing phrase
My life is phased

The wind in mid air has dropped
And the skies grey, dull, deranged
Summer has stopped cold
Autumn perplexed over warmed
Stars in the murky skies madly shot
The pale moon in its orbit lost

Come, grow old with me
And the best yet to be
So you said
So I dread
Look me love in my eyes
Will you change too?
Shall I fear what I did not see?
Shall I find aught new?
In the old and the dear
In the good and true
With the changing year

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poem by Isaac Ziv
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I Can Only Write Like Me

Poet Poe, though 'Raven' mad
His work could all excite
Forever, I'd be mighty glad
If I could Poe-like write

I'd love to write like Shakespeare
With nothing 'much ado'
But, Bard-William, have no fear
I could never write like you

Cole Porter, clever word-king
Your songs are all the rage
My words, though to my liking
Your reign I can't up-stage

The opera Boris Godunov
Has great linguistic string
My lyrics aren't good enough
To have written such a thing

Those writers cut me down to size
It's true, unfortunately
Since I don't care to plagiarize
I can only write like me

poem by Stanley Cooper
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Being A Poet

I find that I can compose a poem best,
When I am out walking, or am at rest.
When I am lying in my bed at night,
I think about what I am able to write.

Or when I’m out walking, or sat on a train,
Words and ideas, all rush round my brain.
Sometimes, ideas just appear in my head,
Or may be a result of something I’ve read.

At fellow passengers, on a train, I take a look;
Some chatter away, while others read a book.
But, me, I’m sat there, quietly composing verse;
With dozens of ideas, my creative mind bursts.

If I compose lines on my way into town,
I repeat them over, until I write them down;
If they are not written down straightaway,
Around my mind, other thoughts then play.

There are many things which inspire me to write,
Such as animals, the seasons, and the sky at night.
If I try to force ideas, they just do not flow;
The poem itself, I find, just will not grow.

I like to write on a layperson’s level;
In too much information, I do not revel.
Having chosen a decent subject or idea,
I then need to get my brain in to gear.

Of a subject, I like to consider all of the aspects,
But I keep my writing simple; not too complex.
To make a poem rhyme, words I may change,
But I only use words that are within my range.

In using unfamiliar words, I can see no point;
A nice poem, tricky words, can really disjoint.
Words, within my head, I keep batting around,
Until the perfect combination, is finally found.

With poetry, I really love the creative process,
But over time, I’ve become slightly obsessed.
Sometimes I find myself talking in rhyme;
That I am a poet, this must be a sure sign.

Of my finished poems, I often feel proud;
One day, I’ll be brave and read them aloud.
Into my swirling head, ideas continue to pop;
I love writing poetry and never want to stop!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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