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Interpretation is everything

.

I wonder if the words I write.
Convey the message I intend
or must my messages depend
on how you read: What you perceive,
perhaps I’m failing to achieve
what I attempt and lose a friend.
Although I edit and amend
the thoughts and ideas I conceive.
The words I choose sometimes confuse
and lead my readership astray.
Excuses are of little use
it seem that when I try to say.
Something contrary to your views
You close your mind and turn away

22-Jul-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Words

Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend

poem by Nic Hillen
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One hasn't constant views.

I write, rewrite, edit, amend and scrap.
Each script comes with changed views and ideas.
Each script bears different visions and versions.
No one is constant in one’s view through out.
05.08.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Read Me, You'll See

It's tough…
When other people get in the way
Of perfectly clear communication
And confuse the heck out of you
When you were doing so well
Saying what you needed to say
Even though
Sometimes
What you are trying to convey
Is limited
By the limits of the words at your disposal
It can feel stifling
Like, you wish you can say so much more
I guess
As long as you can somehow
Express
Something
It's better than nothing
But
Other people
They get in the way
So,
Then
I wonder
Do you still understand me
Can you recognize my message
When it's surrounded by so many others
I have to admit
Sometimes I'm left confused
I don't always understand
What you are tying to say
All those other voices
All those other titles
All those other ideas
They sure do get in the way
And
I have to say
I don't see myself as obtuse
Though
It took me a while
To recognize you
But,
I'm admitting I am a bit confused
It's just tough
When other people get in the way
And, dilute, confuse,
Add to without meaning to
What I'm trying to convey.

poem by Rabia Minhas
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Words to speak

Give little room for mind to wonder
The dark clouds will hover and thunder
The rain may dropp on mother earth
To give relief to many and escape the death

Words can travel at the speed of light
Meets the friends far away and no need to write
Convey the message of love and come back
No confusion, no loss and nothing at stake

Who stops us from sailing on high seas?
Heart too feels romance and that too at ease
Make easy float among many colorful fishes
Finally the time has come to end with fine finishes

Words can paint person like devil
Can hide nobility and praise evils
It has double edged side
It can create repercussions very wide

But it can draw a person very close
You need not query or question to pose
All impact is already done
The bitterness and rivalry is already gone

Balance the words and rule the world
Turn the tide in relation from going cold
Maintain its sweetness by remaining cool
But never attempt to make any body fool!

It has all its charms
It can never do any harm
Relation is maintained and kept warm
An eye can convey message without being warned

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Need to Write

I need to write a poem, but how shall I do it,

First of all shall I write standing up, or just sit;

Until I get comfortable, I won't be able to start,

All the words will be muddled up, and then it'll fall. Apart.

Now! I got it right, I will choose the title to write about,

No good getting frustrated, or even sit or pout;

Just need to relax, and then the words will come easy,

Cause if I try to hard, Then my stomach will feel queasy.

I know what sort of holiday would people like,

And as I start the poem, the hall clock did strike;

Oh! It is now is what I can do, write about the time passing,

And so I have the heading, the thoughts on paper lasting.

It's got colour, size, And description, and the taste of art,

It's come from my mind, emotions, and also from the heart;

It has vision, and thoughts about where I want to go,

Yes! I think it'll get some to agree, to me they'll show.

So if you have a problem to write a poem or story,

Just read this poem, as a help, it's a help from me;

Don't force the idea, or rush it through at all,

Just go have a cuppa, read an article or a friend call.

Eventually it'll come, the words will flow along,

You might even end up, turning it into a song;

Writing poems will be rewarding, just give a go,

And you might enjoy it, they may end up in a show.

poem by Margaret Haig
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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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1. One

I am trying to find my poetic rhythm.
Pen my flow of thoughts.
Words running through my mind,
Ideas running through my mind.
Incoherent, Scattered and disjointed

I am trying to make words and ideas one
Create a world of words, in this world of chaos
Words running from one end
Ideas running from one end
On a path of collision

Ideas and words unite, one
One, the beginning
One, the universal beginning
One, the number of the gods
One, my first poem

poem by Anand Dixit
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Thoughts Whirling

The need to write
Get rid of these mixes mass of thought
What to write?
Yes, something is amiss!
Talking is not enough
Yet thoughts whirling in my head
Unaware of revelling in the words
Which flow from this pen?
Still no words
Not sure what to write
Yet here it is
A whole massed mess of words
For all to read
Thought this medley of words
Brought some calmness
Shoulders more relaxed
Fragments of each thought
Clear as daylight
This muddled mass of thoughts
A verse created
By, a whirling mind

poem by Persian Khushi
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Thoughts Whirling

The need to write
Get rid of these mixes mass of thought
What to write?
Yes, something is amiss!
Talking is not enough
Yet thoughts whirling in my head
Unaware of revelling in the words
Which flow from this pen
Still no words
Not sure what to write
Yet here it is
A whole massed mess of words
For all to read
Thought this medley of words
Brought some calmness
Shoulders more relaxed
Fragments of each thought
Clear as daylight
This muddled mass of thoughts
A verse created
By, a whirling mind

poem by Persian Khushi
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Take Me

Take me…
Take me away.

Into your world
By the words that you say

Sweep me up
In your imaginations

Allow me to see
Your poetic fabrications

You know you want it…
You wantonly wish that I may

heed you…read you
And go all the way

Into private rooms
Deep within your mind

Places proffered shamelessly
To all manner, ilk and kind

You allow access to readers…
Be they all total strangers

Ever Shielded from contact…
From intimate dangers

Don’t deny you take pleasure..
From the comments you get

Don’t forgo the treasure
Of the kind words…and yet

You’re leading me into
The keeps of your mind

Guiding me knowingly
As one would the blind

So Take me and teach me
I’ve no more to say…except

Write beautifully, poetically
Let your words lead me astray

I’m open to anything
Take me away

poem by David Whalen
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My Preference

Modern proponents of free form.
Do not accept that poetry
has certain rules and must conform.
Or it becomes mere anarchy.

Anything goes just will not do.
It’s either poetry or prose.
One must give credit where it’s due
They both have merit I suppose.

Prose poetry cannot exist.
An oxymoron obviously
but modern writers will insist
that what they write is poetry.

They aren’t content to call it prose
well written and quite beautiful.
Care taken with the words they chose
describing something wonderful.

Although so many writers try.
There’s very few achieve their aim.
They do not stop to wonder why
But simply write more of the same.

Make no attempt to learn the rules
Meter and rhyme a mystery
they lack the simple basic tools
You need for writing poetry.

A poem is a message to
transmit your ideas and your thoughts.
So other folks can share them too.
If you can write them as you ought.

Simplicity and clarity
are prerequisites for our art.
The finest kinds of poetry
are written from the poets heart.

Mere strings of words in random lines
are neither prose nor poetry.
Each of us knows what he defines
as being his idea of poesy.

I rest my case I make no plea
I merely state my preference.
Applicable only to me
I do not wish to cause offence.

6-Jan-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Saying Sayings of Old

The same excuses come to mind
all the reason why 'we' can't, shouldn't or don't
It is so tiresome, because there is no solution to find
I find myself using the same quote
'It's wrong and she won't' These words fill up my head
weighing me down like a block of lead
my heart tells me there's no reason it can't be
my heart says there is no reason she can't be with me
my heart deceives me and leads me astray
opening my cage into a world i do not know....
everything around me so confusing....in a world thats so fey
the world around me seems caitiff and just a facade... a show
why does this torture have to be real
why is everything based on what 'I' feel?
I can't keep saying the same things and stay here to die
but to leave.... i would leave my heart and what am i then? ... i must stay
there must be a solution, but all reason is clouded
all shrouded
by these accursed sayings: 'we can't, shouldn't and don; t.... it's wrong! '
I will reject all those thoughts, yet doing so.... i lose my soul
whats worse to lose a soul or a heart? i have fallen deep in a hole
I must choose what to lose a song, ?
or hope, heart or soul? curse you sayings of old
curse you this lyric, o cry for help, curse you sayings OF OLD!
and yet..... i can't....

poem by David Knox
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Mixed Messages

Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
When I get too close to you
I feel the fear, can almost hear it
Then you call me late at night saying can I be with you
I wanna be with you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
You keep your thoughts to yourself
You keep me guessing while were undressing
Then youre gone for days on end and
Here we go again
Here we go again
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
It cant keep bouncing around like this
You cut me loose then pull me in for a kiss
If you know what you want
Why dont you tell me, clearly
Wonder why it bothers me
I wonder why I even wonder why
If I had another lover, well, would it get to you
Would I get through
This puzzle of mixed messages
Mixed messages, that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you

song performed by by Bangles
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Some Will

With pen in hand,
I write my words,
from dawn to dusk.
Words of love and hope,
for everyone to read.

Words of comfort,
for a life to lead.
Some will learn a lesson,
while others will ignore the thoughts.
Some will cry with joy, and others will not.

Each will gain something,
at least that is what is hoped,
and some will gain more,
inspiring them to carry on,
to inspire others to follow.

(7 October 2007)

poem by David Harris
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Reminders

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song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A direct talk

You can talk directly without any perception
This theory has existed for thousands of years from inception
Kind and pure heart catch the impulse by telepathy
What else we need if we hear two words of sympathy

It is pure reflection in heart
It picks up the signal and start
The very straight path for salvation
With all the means for elation

It can win any adversary
It is not hypnotism or any magic
It has simple natural law
You act honest as you draw

It is said that magnetic field does exist
It has capacity to pull and insist
It can prevail upon others for definite views
This can be experienced by only few

Light travels faster than sound
This is how messages are sent all around
Human thoughts find same way to ravel
The message is conveyed and felt as real

The message is received from a friend the moment you think
You may wonder and think how it has happened and wink?
It is considered important that how honestly you feel about others?
The same way it is realized on other side too

It is not blind faith or wrong practice
In olden days it was very good device
The great thinkers used to convey through meditation
It was known as powerful knowledge with indication

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Be Original...

i can relate to you
distant friend, when in any moment
you face a blank wall,
when you cannot remember a word
when you reconstruct an adage
and suit it to your own liking,
i can very well relate to that wall
that shuts you out from any idea,
that slip of the tongue
that tip
that does not say what you want to
at this minute,

do not attempt to please
this world
do not attempt to filter thoughts
like words like pebbles
or sands with sea water escaping from
a screen

do not impress, that is the one that makes you
forget,
that lessens you
emaciating you into a clown
a page

heroes are originals, they have no fear
ugly or what, they are always what they are

be good, write the first word that comes into your mind
do not recall what beauty was there that you have first seen
contemplate, close your eyes,
see yourself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words

we open the doors to worlds unknown
when we sit and read.
words help us to travel
this earth far and wide
even makes us soar high into the sky.

words can tell us of the past
the present, and even the future.
if we only look
inside a book.

words to make a contract
words to make a vow
all these words
we can use right now.

words tell your feelings, your thoughts, desires, passions
likes, dislikes, fears, joys
but most of all, love can express the love you have within.

for a mother, father, sister, brother
for a man or a woman.
your chest becomes overwhelmed
with the feeling that you have inside.
a love that you can not hide.

a love so strong that it consumes your soul
a beautiful wonder to behold.
for it rises higher than the highest mountain
and deeper than the deepest sea.
when you say those special words
'you belong to me'.

words sharpen the mind to all that is done
like the rising of the sun.

if we could not see or hear words,
it would be like living in darkness.
and never learning to appreciate
what we was given.

so these words i write today
expresses what i want to say.
without words we could not live
and that my friend
would be a down right sin.

poem by Louis Rams
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Poetry in Me.........

Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie,
Anger writes the feelings in the speed of thought,
I swing the axe to split the block of inspiration
Mind Pictures in my words sleeping under dreams.
Happiness and sadness hold hands in the whirlpool of words
Metaphor movies flicker in my brain,
Venting feelings to flow from my pen,
Celestial images punctuated live as
Syllables jostle for rhythm’s flow.
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie,
I find comfort deep within as we write together
With your silent guide my friend,
In the cutting room snakes strangle the ‘odd’ word

Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts lie,
I find comfort deep within as we write together
With your silent guide my friend,
In the cutting room snakes strangle the ‘odd’ word
Then wonders mark unfolds, originality leaps forth.
My eyes close feeling tired the hour is late
On this session I must close the gate,
Oh poetry my friend inside, dormant thoughts sleep,
A silent friend to keep.

poem by Ken e Hall
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Have a friend?

Do you have a friend that you care about?
A friend you care about so much you just want to shout.
A friend you know that you can count on,
A friend you would shread tears, if they were gone.

Is there a friend you would go the extra mile for?
A mind they have, that you just want to explore.
A friend you know of which upon you can depend,
A friend you wish nothing to amend.

Is there a friend you know will hold true?
A friend you would want to be there, even at your biggest debut.
A friend that can do anything that you, they can not ashame.
A friend that would be with you even when you are in pain.

poem by Tanner Gallman
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