Purple
I lived here.
Ten years maybe two.
I did the decor.
I was miserable here.
I wonder why.
This was the most beautiful room I ever had.
My thoughts bounced off the walls a lot. Mainly resounding that I was 'useless' to my hearing.
Things you'll never know.
I've always hated myself.
Tried to change it all and love myself. Waste of time.
Apathy suits me well.
I don't care anymore.
About God, family, love, life.
I've taken a hard look at me.
And the reflection isn't flattering.
When at first I learned to talk.
I used all my words to write.
To him and her and you and me.
One more tear could dropp in spite of my apathetic state
But I'm dead inside.
I've lost everything I know that makes life...life.
Except misery though.
Yeah, sorrow too.
I've hoped and hoped, till hope jumped on thin ice.
Drowned, waved a white flag and just died.
Black's my favorite colour. It's apathetic.
Rock's my favorite genre of music. It's sympathetic.
Snow patrol, Coldplay, Blue October are my favorite bands. They are empathetic.
Poetry: only surviving talent. Me: archenemy. Death: only wish. It's pathetic.
What will my legacy be? A Poet.
I wouldn't write this. I'd say it in poems. One that reads like this:
Love is life alive
I have come to hate them both alike.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Miserable Dreamer
My favorite dream…
Is the one that I have every night
Is the one that leaves me crying when I wake up
I dream…
Of your clear blue eyes
Of you
My favorite dream is the one that makes me miserable
My favorite dream…
Is one that always turns into a nightmare
Is one that reminds me that you left me
I dream…
Of your laugh
Of you
My favorite dream is one that makes my miserable
My favorite dream…
Is one that makes me relive every second I spent with you (good & bad)
Is one that makes me smile and cry at the same time
I dream…
Of your hugs
Of you
My favorite dream is one that makes me miserable
I don’t care if I’m miserable when I wake up…
At least I get to spend time with you…
If not just only in my dreams…
poem by Nikki Taboada
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My Favorite Girl
My favorite girl, oh, shes my favorite girl, dont you know,
My favorite girl, oh, shes my favorite girl.
You walked into my life, your love was so new,
And nothing will ever change my feelings for you,
Well, you were so far away, now I am close to you, girl,
So let us run away, our heart thats waiting will stay.
My favorite...
Theres so much I like in you I cant go on,
I wanted a girl like you Ive looked so long,
Girl, nothing will make us wrong, I know our love is too strong,
Lets leave the rest behind, our dreams ask what we will find.
My favorite...
My favorite...
(rap:) shes my favorite girl, the one Im always thinking of, that one.
(rap:) my favorite girl, the one I love.
My favorite... (repeat & fade ad lib)
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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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My Favorite Time
My favorite time of morning
Is that time of morning when
I have a cup of warm coffee in my hands
And the sun barely peeks over the land
When the day is yet unwritten
When I am alone in the quiet
With thoughts of you
To keep me company
At my favorite time
My favorite time of the day
Is that time of day when
I hear your voice or see your words
And I know you are engaged in me
As I am engaged in you
As I am replete with thoughts of you
Warm thoughts of you
Across the miles
At my favorite time
My favorite time of the night
Is that time of night when
I close my eyes and dream of you
And my dreams are vivid, sweet and real
In them we are together
In them there is no yesterday or tomorrow
Only a never ending today
With you always
At my favorite time
So my favorite time really
Is that real time
I am privileged to think of you
And to know that no matter what
You are all I could ever want
You are all I will ever need
In a partner, friend and love
I know this now because with you I am always
In my favorite time
poem by David Terry
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Bouncing Off The Walls
She's ecstatic
She can't help it
She's bouncing off the walls again
Listening to her favorite love songs
Chatting with her man
Recalling old times
Bring up old memories
Listening to her favorite love songs
Shes bouncing off the walls again
Cause her love maybe coming back into her life
While listening to her favorite love songs
I think she has a permanent smile on her face
She's bouncing off the walls again
Drinking English Breakfast tea and listening to her favorite love songs
(5-1-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Dedicated
This is dedicated to my favorite girl
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Oh... oh... oh...
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Oh... oh... oh...
Ho... oh... oh...
Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... yeah
Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...
Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...
Favorite girl, hey
You have given me the best of you
And you have made my dreams come true, yeah
And after all the things that you have done
Girl, it makes me say that you are more than a woman, so I'm
Dedicating this one (Oh) to my favorite girl (She's the only one)
She's the only woman in the whole wide world (In the whole wide world)
Dedicating this one (Oh, I'm) to my favorite girl
(She's the only woman in the world for me)
Never thought that love could be so kind
Till you came and brought me peace of mind
I'll treasure every moment spent with you
Cause no one does the things for me you do, so I'm
Dedicating this one (Oh) to my favorite girl (She's the only one)
She's the only (Ooh... ooh... ooh... ) woman in the whole wide world (In the whole wide world)
Dedicating this one (Oh, yeah) to my favorite girl
(She's the only woman in the world, world, woo)
Oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh...
Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...
Oh... oh...
So I'm
Dedicating this one (To) to my favorite girl (My favorite girl)
She's the only woman (Oh, yeah) in the whole wide world (In the whole wide world)
Dedicating this one (Oh... ) to my favorite girl (She's my favorite girl)
(The only one in the world, whoa... )
Dedicating this one (I'm dedicating this one to my favorite girl, yeah) to
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My Favorite
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
The first time I met you
I knew that I was gonna fall
You took me you shook me
You put me higher on the wall
But I love it youre my favorite
Wont change it for anything at all
I cant do I wont do wont undo
Anything at all bout you
Your walk and your look and
Your smile and little things you do
Promises of kisses you wish is
Never to be blue
Oh I love it youre my favorite
It dont get better than with you
I cant be dont wanna be
I cant see anybody else but you
There are no attractions
That compare with you
Great satisfaction
Of being near you
Aint anything at all
Aint anything at all
Aint anything at all like you
No theres nothing there at all
Nothing there at all
Nothing there at all like you
Yeah the little things you do
Yeah everybody crazy crazy bout you
Thee cant be there wont be
How could there be anybody like you
I love it youre my favorite
And I wont let anybody in but you
Dont need no will power
To be true to you
Theres no one can think of
Could place above you
Not anyone at all
Not anyone at all
Not anyone at all but you
No not anyone at all
Not anyone at all
Not anyone at all like you
I love it youre my favorite
And it dont get better than with you
I cant see I cant be
With anybody else but you
I love it youre my favorite
Wont change it for anything at all
I cant do I wont do
Wont undo anything at all bout you
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Poetry Dream.
I drift Yeah ~ ~ ~ ~ drift,
Network at home and abroad to find changed,
Finally came to this piece of land,
This is the poetry of the static earth?
Hoped to write a good poem,
To allow them across the oceans.
They become afraid of heavy stones,
Not sensual in the sink into the sea!
How many years after writing poetry?
This life caught in the areas of poetry,
Poets seem to lose direction.
Not to warble his life sentence,
Poetry is difficult as the expense of my new hand,
He voted Shigao nowhere Monet,
Sometimes, as the water is no longer up,
Poet dead bodies over the sea.
Poems written to a basis
Vernacular into a good poem, rare words,
But thousands of miles seeking Hello,
Poetry does not seek out the words parallelism.
Present the most chaotic poetry,
Have you written in classical Chinese poetry Link old-fashioned,
Vernacular writing to another, then no taste,
But to one day rushed into cloud,
To break the shackles of poetry,
Create a new charm,
Freedom to write my hope,
Unrestricted write a new realm.
poem by Albert Wong
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Favorite Girl
Funny how things don’t seem to ever change
Now that I see you I’m transformed I am not the same
I know all the parts of you cause you’re my favorite girl
Because of everything you do you’re my favorite girl
Good things come and good things go
we only have today Tomorrow who knows
You’re my favorite you’re my favorite girl
I've tried so hard to move forward
But I keep on moving back
I’m stuck in some odd time warp
On an elusive track
Your a sacred pearl cause your my favorite girl
There’ no sanctuary in this world but your my favorite girl
People come and people go
we only have today Tomorrow who knows
You’re my favorite you’re my favorite girl
Its the same old story But damn if it don’t make you cry
Boy meets girl than loses her for no reason why
In my heart, nothing should matter except you’re my favorite girl
The whole universe could shatter you’d still be my favorite girl
People come and people go
We only have to day
Baby baby you stole the show
Baby baby you stole the show
Tomorrow who knows
You’re my favorite you’re my favorite girl
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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The tragic words
I hated the words I was hearing.
But I had to be told.
My beloved grandad was dying.
Cancer was about to take his life.
I didnt want to listen To the words.
I knew That his life would soon end.
I hated this cruel way of life.
I dispised realaity it cut like a knife.
He lived nine months too short.
He left a life time of love.
I didnt get chance to goodbye.
That was probaly just aswell.
I never could of said good bye.
I hate cancer it proved to be fatal.
It took away something good.
I hated the words I was hearing.
I didnt want to hear the truth.
Now my Grandad has gone.
to the skies above to be angel.
And shine in the darkest hour.
He left a few years ago.
It feels like yestaurday.
Time soon flys.
But all is not that bad.
He left good behind him.
He left a legacy of love.
But most of all he left wonderfall memories.
To be treasured forever.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Poetry
Only place where I feel at home is poetry
Everywhere else I am always lost
Nothing seems proper, when verses of English poems are not present
All that I feel like doing is write and write
Sometimes, I do admit that I do get lost
However, I really belong only with poetry
Still, I always feel that nobody ever does understand my feelings
A blank space is always present within my heart
As sometimes I start to feel that things which I express are not good enough
I do not really know why?
This is just how I feel sometimes
Since, often the mode of being depressed comes to my life
Then, I become a depressed poet who has only past memories
Nothing else I have as remaining to love or care
However, still I keep on penning things, only to still remain alive
Otherwise, I would be dead without words
Only place where I belong is poetry and here I feel being at home.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Feeling Abandon and Lost Inside
The first thing that I should do is look in the mirror and say what is my name,
This is one reason why I feel so abandon and lost inside,
There is times that I cannot even remember who's my family or friends,
Yes, if you had this feeling lost inside then you would see what it feels like to be me,
As I think of this tears come rolling down my eyes,
Because I feel like my life is hidden away is a deep dark disguise.
Having these feelings or thoughts give me a roller coaster of emotions,
As it makes feel like a freak or a failure or like a creature feature.
Forgetting the memories of my life is hard, and it hurts,
I hope that if you are someone that reads this that you take in what I am trying to say,
Those memories are the ways in life that we will always remember when it is to laugh, cry or smile.
There probably will be a time in our life when those thoughts will be gone.
So please try to take in any and all the memories of your life,
Because as I said earlier it will hard to remember those precious moments,
It is hard, but for me to remember things I have to write my feelings and memories down into words.
For me to even remember life.
Thank you, Lord for giving me this chance to still live.
By Frank Pulver
July 10,2011
poem by Frank Pulver
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The History Poems Have Not Been Written
The history poems have not been written
The poems after Milosz
The Wallace Stevens poems will never be written
I can’t come close
I have tried the Blake poems
But of course I am not near them either
I would like to the ironic intellectual poems
I might be able to do them
I could do a kind of surrealistic association mind poem a prose poem
But I don’t like that very much
The poems of Jerusalem have not been good enough
Poems of propaganda are awkward and unacceptable
The small poems that tell of my life
They are for me the chance at real poetry
And I will continue as best I can with them
The American poems I have not yet found the idiom for
I can be epigrammatic in Emerson Thoreau fashion
But not with the hard New England observing eye
Borges poems I love
And the stories of mind and literature
Making the drama of a life of a storyteller
Interest me
But I doubt I could truly do them well
Imitation can only take one so far
And through it one may lose one’s way entirely
I can really do only what I am
Not the Dickinson poems nor the Hopkins poems nor the Wordsworth poems nor the Keats poems nor the Amichai poems nor the poems of many others whose poetry I love
The Biblical poems have been tried
The poems of cosmic and scientific reflection
I could try to improve them
There are too many different kinds of poems to write
And I cannot write almost all of them
This is another poem about poems and poetry
I have written many for a long time now
Perhaps I need to go elsewhere and write in a new way
A way I have not dreamed or even remotely understood possible before.
The poems of the unknown poetry await me
I will go on but I am not sure now I know in which wa
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry, That's What I Write
Parody of the classic song Money, That's What I Want
The best words on the page are here
Teaching you a hell of a lot more about life
Then just the birds and bees
Now you know words of magic
Words of wisdom
Given birth
Right here, right now
Oh, yes
Poetry, that's what I write
My wicked writing should give you such a thrill
So don't be shy
Go ahead and click on this link right here
My poetry won't pay your bills, no
But I can promise to give you some kinky thrills
Now you know
Poetry, that's what I write
Bright and beautiful
Perfect as can be
Poetry, that's what I write
Oh yeah baby
Poetry
Poetry, that's what I write
My poetry is the best
It's true
If you don't agree then I don't need you
You can kiss my sass
Now you know
Now you better read it
Oh yeah baby
Poetry, that's what I like
Poetry
Oh yes
Poetry, that's what I love
Poetry, that's what I write
Whoa
My poetry is the best
It's true
If you don't agree then I don't need you
You can kiss my sass
Now you know
Now you better read it
Oh yeah baby
Well, now read my poetry
Ooooh, oooh yeah my poetry
Read my
Love my
Poetry, oh yeah that's what I like
What I love
Oh yeah baby
Poetry, that's what I write
Yeah
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Music, my favorite place
Music comes to life
When life is boring
Music can tell a story
That sounds like its for me
Music can torture me
With old memories
Music can love me
When theres no love for me
Music can save me
When I am lost
Music can cure me
When I almost pay the final cost
Music can yell at me
Which keeps me awake
Music can speak softly
When I need a moment away
Music can teach me
That this world isnt just hate
Music
my favorite place
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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Im Alive
Oh, lets get em, boys
Too many women, Ive got too little time
I keep on tryin
Man, if it kills me I know that Ill go
Dead, stiff, and smilin
Oh, dont need no doctor puttin me to bed
Give me the nurse and Ill make sure that shes fed
Dont need no doctor giving me pills
Im hot enough to give you chills
Livin life for love, Im alive, Im alive
I cant get enough (I cant get enough)
Get it right (right) Im alive
Take a look in the book of love, man its understood
Right to the letter
One pretty girl makes you feel pretty good
Twos even better
Oh, I learned my lesson, my golden rule
You know I made the teachers stay after school
Dont look for reasons, dont waste my time
Ive got the goods to make you mine
Livin life for love, Im alive, yeah, Im alive
I cant get enough (I cant get enough)
Get it right (right) Im alive
You know baby, you make my heart beat, alright
Dont need no doctor
Take a look at the book of love, man its understood
It aint a crime to feel this good, no
Livin life for love, Im alive, yeah, Im alive
I cant get enough (cant get enough)
Get it right (right) Im alive
Sing it
Livin life, livin life for love, Im alive, Im alive
I cant get enough (cant get enough)
Get it right Im alive (Im alive)
Livin life for love (livin life for love)
Livin life for love (Im alive)
Livin life for love, (yeah, cant get enough)
Livin life for love (Im alive, whoo)
Livin life for love
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Love Symphony
I will love myself
I will love my music
I will love my poems
I will love prayers
I will love life
I will love candles
I will love my computer
I will love the internet
I will love people
I will love my family
I will love life
I will love peace
I will love to sing
I will love sheltering myself
I will love the church
I will love the farm
I will love to travel
I will love Coffee
I will love seven up and rum
I will love the time pasing by me
I will love hearing the sound of the birds
I will love learning what Life can offer me
I will love taking care of me
I will love nurturing me
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Some Girl
She's just some ordinary girl with a pretty face
Some beauty I don't know and someone I exaggerate
She's a muse to me, pictures of her inspire my poems
I write about her life and its something I don't know
I stare at her, and she stares back, I know but she doesn't
And its feels empty, a picture can't be loved or loving
My desires for her are what draws me to ponder about her
Words of romance fill my void and I am lonely no longer
Maybe its just natural, to desire for the beautiful
But something in the way she looks makes my mind full
Of thoughts of us somewhere, loving life, we are in bliss
In a state of happiness with her nothing will be missed
A pen and paper is all that I need to convey to her
My thoughts of her, I hope one day she reads these words
And we'll be in love as reality is written from my mind
Romance between me and her, my fantasies become my life
poem by Piscine Kipling
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Ronnie
My friend Ronnie when he
retired as literature teacher invested
his money in books
he bought crates and crates of
books from the United States
and brought them
to the Philippines
to include a number of his favorite
poetry books bearing such authors
as frost, walt, derek, etcetera
and he invites me in
for some hours
as he loves to read these poems aloud
and discuss the meaning of
each metaphor
for he is a poet in his own little way
a right he claims somehow
and modesty aside i also write some
published sometimes
and he finds me
a compliment to this blank spaces
and so we indulge in this higher
state of literary affairs until he could not
accept that i know more about
his favorite poet than he does
i mean, i know it by heart
he sometimes gets away from this kind of loving
until he gets offended and shies away
from my own way of
intellectual desperation
he did not invite me anymore
his books took the revenge
letting in more dusts more dusts more dusts
with no finger prints
until he died, his greed for books went with him
the books that till date,
remained virgins.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Day in April (Part 1)
When you walked through the door and into the room
I thought you were not existed
The way you looked when you smiled
My heart pounded with such aspiration, that i could almost not breathe
Then you walked to me, like you heard me wanting you
You smiled at me and asked my name
With a short breath i said 'Shelby'
Then you told me your name 'Damien'
A few months went by and we learned about eachother
I learned your favorite color was dark blue, you come from Australia, Your first job was as an astronomers apprentice, and your father was killed in a fire
I told you my favorite color was teal, I lived on the island my whole life, my first job was as a prep-cook, and I never really knew my real dad
Three years pass-by and it's high school graduation
We have been through so much together, it's hard to believe we have to leave eachother
My father has died of Leukemia, my brother has lost a leg in the war in Iraq
Your mother got hypo-thermia one winter and lost both of her legs, your sister is in a coma from a car crash
We will never be the same as we were when we met, that one sunny day in April, when the flowers were blooming and the rainbows were fading slowly
That day, will stay in our hearts, for the hope that one day, we will meet again on a day like our day, again
poem by Shelby Jasmin Estrada
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