Poem about Poetry - Getting Real with Oneself
poetry is about getting real
with oneself while we go find
oneself in the mace of traffic
of human expressions
acquired or self invented
so that we can use them
effectively as a gift to cross
the bridge to human hearts
it is about carrying roses or orchids
to beautify humanity or be
be at a loss of what to do in the face
of such challenge falling head over heel
it is about a butterfly that hides
itself in a harsh dried leaf to one day
finds its real self and flies away with a divine
expression, flipping, flapping, flipping
didacting melancholy through a prismatic
and honeyed state of transcience
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Continuation Of Difficult Time!
Education for day today life is of utmost importance to all!
Education is the general base for future life in the world.
Dissatisfaction in education spoils good life in the future
And difficult time for many continues still from childhood!
The only option left happens to be religion for guidance;
Dharmic life of religion to follow nonattachment consoles
And helps to balance between profit and loss in life much.
Otherwise art, music and Nature compensate loss ever!
Leaving life, human and Nature it’s impossible to devote
Oneself in spiritual life to forget all in divine bliss instantly.
Peace of mind lost in life can be regained in poetic dreams;
Expressions of poetry give joy and peace nothing can give!
What is denied by real world and spiritual world, dream world
Of poetry solves all and leads one soar high to sublimity ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Just Be You
When one looks at history
We can either
Learn from the past
To adapt to the present
So you can
Face tomorrow's mysteries
The age old question
We all ask
Can we better ourselves?
To better oneself
You must be brave
To better oneself
You must know love
To better oneself
You must be strong
To better oneself
You must believe
To better oneself
You must learn to share
To better oneself
Just be you
After learning all
Of life's mysteries
One must discover
To be true to
Thine own self
Just be you
poem by Kaila George
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0017 And Where The Joy
This, then, the question
for those whom it may concern –
to find a celebration in oneself
that, as outer is, so inner;
that all truth rests within oneself –
for where else can it be found?
to love oneself – for oneself must be loveable,
or none other could be loved for true;
to know all happiness to be within;
to celebrate all this; the world a constant joy;
to find this celebration in oneself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Religion promotes the divine discontent within oneself, so that one tries to make oneself a better person and draw oneself closer to God.
quote by Cyril Cusack
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I can only say that one's individual situation is more real and important to oneself than the devastations of fates and empires especially when they do not vitally affect oneself.
quote by Isaac Rosenberg
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Self indulgences.
The one who talks much of oneself
Is doing so to conceal as much oneself.
The one who curses much oneself
Is doing so to get pity for oneself.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allows others to find.
quote by Andre Breton
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The Real Self
the physique
such a little part
of oneself
expression
of limitations
the real self
travels all spheres
the mind struggles
to break through
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Poetry is nature
Poetry is nature,
Poetry is revelation,
Poetry is human,
Poetry is divine.
Unveiling the countrified encounters,
the evolution of the cockroach
and the mythical cactus on the arid
the front and the end;
breaking open the activities
into nature.
The words in the ink
linking present and past
to forecast the prerequisite future.
The revealed talks of the heartbeats
and restoration of tensed souls.
Poetry is nature,
Poetry is expression,
Poetry is in man,
Poetry is divine.
poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi
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Tiny Steps
Muscle baby wont let go
Weekend baby wont say no
Is she an active beauty ?
I should say so
Wooden bones and pretty lashes
Iodine for your babys gashes
Little tombs for your babys ashes
If something goes wrong
Tiny steps almost real
Tiny fingers you almost feel
Make her walk or make her kneel
Oh, shes almost human beneath that cuban heel
Whos that down at the bottom of the garden ?
Whos that hiding underneath the sofa ?
Who gets blamed whenever youre in trouble ?
Shes your friend and shes your double
Tiny steps almost real
Tiny fingers you almost feel
Make her walk or make her kneel
Oh, shes almost human beneath that cuban heel
Pretty little fashion face
Pick anyone up off the shelf
Though you say its a disgrace
You know you owe it to yourself
You can even shop around
Though you wont find any cheaper
Shes your baby now
You can keep her
Tiny steps almost real
Tiny fingers you almost feel
Make her walk or make her kneel
Oh, shes almost human beneath that cuban heel
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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There is nothing more natural than to consider everything as starting from oneself, chosen as the center of the world; one finds oneself thus capable of condemning the world without even wanting to hear its deceitful chatter.
quote by Guy Debord
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New Way To Be Human
Every day it's the same thing
Another trend has begun
Hey kids, this might be the one
It's a race to be noticed
And it's leaving us numb
Hey kids, we can't be the ones
With all of our fashion, we're still incomplete
The God of redemption can break our routine
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human, new way to be human
And where is our inspiration
When all the heroes are gone
Hey kids, could we be the ones?
Cuz nobody's famous, and nobody's fine
We all need forgiveness, we're longing inside
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human
Spreading under my skin
There's a new way to be human
Where divinity bends
It's a new way to be human, new way to be human
I'll find your love across my impossible space
You've created me, take me out of me into
A new way to be human, to a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
Where my humanity bends
To a new way to be human
Redemption begins
You're a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
You're the only way to be human
You're a new way to be human
song performed by by Switchfoot
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The Great Nativity
Go sound the trumpet of victory,
and tell the tale of man's allegory.
The world of men has been given a unique gift,
that will change the face of humanity aloft.
Unto us a precious child is born,
that will amend all lives that has been torn.
Unto us men a treasure is given,
that will bring 2 us all the peace of heaven.
He is the enternal begotten son of GOD the father,
and the divine human redeemer.
He is the x-ray of God's judicious judgement,
that relieves us from our earthly pains like liniment.
He's birth has brought joy to the world of men,
and forgiveness of God to bad omen.
He is the prince of God's peace,
and lord of all human race.
He is the gift of God's immunity,
to the sins of the world of humanity
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Beating A Path To Onself
a great sea one can be perpetually lost in
or find oneself moored at its coast
and picking up all the shapely shells - that's the mind
a great sea one can be perpetually seeking self
or found a compass to all the interesting lands
the great sea where one can beat a path
to oneself in poetry
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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One Can Wait Forever/ For the Ideal Poem That Will Never Come
One can wait forever for the ideal poem
That will never come-
Or relent,
And write down the lines
That come as they come
Irrelevant, incidental, momentary
As one's own feeling of oneself is.
Like the breeze of these instants,
Like the shadows of the leaves
As they trace their motions
On the sun- touched ground,
Like all which is passing
Without any real evidence of its moment's remembrance
As dying as oneself is
Forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I sometimes wonder if the inability to find oneself makes one seek oneself in other people, in characters.
quote by John Cazale
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Did that soul reach you, God
Did that soul reach you, God
It was a soul occupying a human form
Which had all good qualities of a
Good human being
That human form chose not to
Get itself involved in the usually
Worldly living practices
By keeping itself off from the family web
And thus with no real need to make a living
But to live and be totally devoted
That human form was always in your praise
Devoting most of its time
In talking about you
In reading about you
And doing only such things
Related to you and your devotees
It was a human form
Which attempted in all possible ways
To make its audience
Feel the divine’s presence
And to enhance faith
In a long-standing spiritual tradition
It spent days and nights
In deciphering the scripts
And interpreting them
For the use of even less inclined group
There could be occasions
When this human form would have
Stirred feelings of some
With displeasing messages
But people know that
Such expressions are only
Unmasked intensions
But its care and affection
Are sincere and its well wishing
Would you take any far
It takes pride in its known people
Growing well
And marking scales in the society
The soul from such a human form
Departed a week back
All we heard from this human being
Is that
When the soul leaves a body
Which has been real devotee
Is well received by the angels in the heaven
Dressed well and decorated by them
Matching the looks of other heaven dwellers
All look alike including
The heavenly god form
And just reached soul after these face lifts
Is presented before God
Did that soul reach you
Did that soul reach you, God
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Artifical and real
The tears of crocodile, can't be seen,
But told in epic and legend as a clean,
Image with polluted metaphoric illusion,
In the tropical rain forest capitals, people planted,
Fabulously decorated trees of palms and flowers,
Out of fossil fuel, mad made jungle with flyovers,
God made man to the current man of intelligence,
God made brain to the chips of mother board's reign,
Compelling smile of the concerned individuals,
Concerned calls from the human of convenience,
Flowers are beautiful, but they are painted and shaded,
To bring out the non existing glow of the women,
Exhibition of acquired wealth and status,
Comfort out of swiped cards and credit,
All really not look real, but artificial.
The tear of needy human is real, not artificial,
The cry to be employed is real, not artificial,
The weeping in the closed rooms is real, not artificial,
The hope and expectation in the hearts are real, not artificial.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Reflection Of Today's Thoughts
and so...
not everything can be art
there is this sense of taste
and order
this quest for beauty that
must link us to the celestial
the divine
the one that gives us a glimpse
of the
face of God
this beauty that radiates the
light of the moon
this heart that speaks
without words
this eyes that look beyond the lights
the seeps upon
the leaves of poplars
refracting on the clear water of the
pond
where a fish is surfacing
koi flipping its fins
getting near you
and between you
there is just this air that creates a bridge
eye to eye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ruling Nations is Power
Ruling Minds is Wisdom
Ruling Hearts is Divine.
Being good to oneself is just the beginning
Being good to your loved ones is midway
Being good to all is the final destination.
Knowing about world is Knowledge
Knowing oneself is Enlightment
Knowing God is Mystical.
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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