Poem about Poetry - The Code
the great poet is one
who succeeds to give
us the exact code to
his inspired moments,
the exalted state in which
humanity opens the hearts and
minds for the gifted to spill
their words with rippling effect
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
When you write songs, you can't really point out the exact thing you're inspired by. It's more a state or a mood or an atmosphere that you're trying to put into words.
World Poetry Day
In the starry darkness of the night sky
The inspired poet’s rhymes fly.
They are quietly dreaming to live in a book,
For everyone to see the poet’s outlook.
Poet’s stanzas freely fly as rhymed constellation,
Spreading the light of the poet’s inspiration.
So, today, on World Poetry Day, my congratulations
To all those who know the sense of trochee and pentameter,
Who would like to see our Earth as a safe shelter,
Who are married to the muse and are never confused
To write and to show, even in a gloomy day, the bright way.
I therefore wish to all the poets:
Do not lose your inspiration!
Lyric is your revelation!
Let the round dance of words
Live with you as a favor of Gods!
Express yourself for Humanity
In the moments of creativity.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 21st of March,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Mother's Chide
[INSPIRED POEM AFTER READING POET CATRINA HEARTS
CAUSE AND EFFECT]
where did the beauty go
oh mother
in thy face
to the poet in me
it was a solace
what is this wrath you show
oh mother
in your face
to the tiny man in me
it was a scare
mother nature
inspires
surprises..and
scars me too
IS IT A MOTHER'S CHIDE
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poets! Who Are We / Why Do We Write
Is it our sub conscious seeking recognition?
Is it our search for fortune and fame?
Or is it that we enjoy the word game?
For every question there is an answer
And for every answer there is a question.
Who are we that we love to write?
So many reasons and excuses that we use.
Are we going thru this. Or feeling that,
or heard or read something that inspired us.
I have come to my own conclusion
As to what a poet is.
A poet is the dictionary, the encyclopedia of life.
Our poems give words - LIFE, DEFINITION
MEANING, FEELINGS, AND EXPLANATIONS.
Words to us is like food to the stomach
It is taken in, absorbed and then let out
For new food to enter.
For what ever reason that we write
We can or can not touch peoples
Hearts and minds, and we feel a peace sublime.
We become the voices of the voiceless
Who are afraid or too shy to speak.
We become the mothers, father, sisters, and brothers
The lovers, the homeless, and the abused.
But we do not mind being used.
New poets join us every day
From every country in the world
I’m proud to say.
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In These Moments Of Revelation
IN THESE MOMENTS OF REVELATION
In these moments of revelation
We are where we are meant to be.
It may be the Music of a voice
Or it may be some manifestation of great Light in words
A Poem-
It may be in a deed of Courage-
It is when we see in the world
And in humanity
A Greatness that justifies and sanctifies Everything.
We thank God who Gives us Moments of Life
Where the Beauty of Being
Lives in us
And makes us know too
We are at home
In Your soul.
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A few great minds are enough to endow humanity with monstrous power, but a few great hearts are not enough to make us worthy of using it.
quote by Jean Rostand
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
nORTH
there is no need for you to ask
because there is nothing to be understood
there is no answer
and there will be no answer that will satisfy
the thirst of your mouth
and your mind
stay there and listen
see the unfolding of that which closes and
opens before you
this is rather exciting
a mushroom standing on its own roof
an anemone opening and closing its fingers
in the slightest notice of your presence
the rocks and the sands are terrible
they stand there
witnesses of so many crimes against the sea
yet their silence is sealed with the permanence
of the hiding, a concealment of
things which must not be revealed.
there is nothing here worthy reading
there is nothing waiting for an understanding
there is only a state upon itself
without a clap, a buzz, a slip of the tongue.
why must one insist that there is a code
a hidden secret embedded in one of the words
a phrase to guide to the exact location of
the treasure of Monte Cristo.
Let us be silent. Nothing is meant.
Nothing is called. Nothing is trapped.
There is only a caravan of words like camels
in the desert. They do not know a thing
about this journey.
It is only me. The Bedouin with an oasis
mapped in the lines of my palm.
A star overhead. The North of my existence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poet Of The Heaven
POET OF THE HEAVEN
Melvin Banggollay
What a wonderful poem you have written
With words that sprung from the heaven,
You truly have deep faith to the only Begotten.
For this, you shall be healed and forgiven
and be enlightened to sing in heaven.
You are, for me a poet of the heaven
Gifted with words of faith that enlighten
Troubled souls like me once forsaken
by cheating hearts of beautiful women
But with thy pen, I can find a new maiden.
Dedicated to Mary Wismer
poem by Melvin Banggollay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poetry Undefined
Poetry is a great many things
to each poet you see,
Poetry even has various meanings
as to what it is to me
Overall,
Poetry is the means
By which my heart communicates,
My mind finds the words
For these feelings and translates
Sometimes,
Poetry is my lover
My fantasies he fulfills
Beckoning me to crisp, white sheets
where my blacks and blues I spill
Or,
Poetry comes as a mysterious moon
appearing softly in the night,
age old secrets of the universe
he reveals to me with his light
See,
Poetry is my spirit
the connection to the Divine,
It lets me see what I am to be,
let’s me soar when I feel confined
So,
Don’t try too hard to define
What poetry really is
Just know that what you get from a poem
Is all a poet had to give
11.25.02
poem by Tamika Stubblefield
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: To Kalaignar Avargal!
A leader great and scholar, statesman rules
The state, that’s poised for rapid strides forward;
The voters proved again that they weren’t fools!
To hold their heads high, Tamils now afford.
A writer, speaker, poet of renown,
And gifted tongue, he waves a magic-wand!
The bureaucrats will work well on their own;
God heard our pleas and blessed the Tamil land.
The air of freedom, breathe we can again;
The state will have good water / food for all;
The early monsoons will bring ample rain;
Promises will be kept, however tall!
God, give some extra years of life to him
Whose heart will make others’ lives lesser grim!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
An Ode to Music
An Ode to Music
You don't words to touch my soul,
You don't words to bring light into my life,
You don't words to paint a picture,
You don't words to make me think of home.
You are a great leveller talking to kings and paupers alike,
You give people identity,
You can unite us,
You can give us hope.
You are as old as humanity itself,
You are always evolving with us,
You can show us our past,
You can show us our future.
You can inspire us to dream,
You can change the future,
You document our lives,
You can drive darkness out of our hearts.
You are a great force for good,
You can help liberate people,
You are mankind's greatest gift,
You could bring unity to mankind if we just listened to you.
You are perhaps my greatest love,
You are there for every occasion,
You are there for the happy times,
You are there for the great tragedies of life.
You can define time and eras,
You can define a man's life like nothing else,
You are the life-blood of me,
You are like the alpha and omega there at the beginning and at the end.
By Christopher Tye
poem by Christopher Tye
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Multiplicity Within Society Changes Shared World
some poets
writers prefer to write
shadows echoes
imitations of thoughts
writers they esteem
have written which captures
their imagination expresses
ideas concepts which intrigue
imitations can be interesting variants
tributes to originals
or ideas a poet or writer feels
compelled to express
however complete thoughts
theories are within hearts minds
prepared to be still prepared
to wait meditate focus
thoughts into a complete whole
originality lurks within minds
of curiosity perception
should challenge individuals
to think reason upon values
cause and effect consequences
creating multiplicity within society
changes within our shared world
on a global scale
that which we must
value and affirm
transcends into an essential
part of all we can become
throughout a lifetime of choices
sacrifices attitudes
we will live as life codes
defining the character
of our personality
within
collective humanity
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Life Philosophy
a life philosophy
not a philosophy on life
a living philosophy
clear concise defined
articulated in civil rights liberty
clemency morality humanitarian symmetry
it is not important to memorize words
words thoughts searched out through years decades
words become life beat peace harmonies
not a manifesto
not written out
not important to memorize
to write out
to be distorted
to be used to manipulate minds
a manifesto not
written out not
important to memorize not
no a great life philosophy
is lived in simplicity acts of humility
freedom gifted to all humanity
love in life
love for all life one life
love sacred fertile compassion love life
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Tax Code today is more complicated than ever, and the very people on the Republican side who denounce the Tax Code's complexity are the ones that put together what they now call a convoluted monstrosity. They put it into effect.
quote by Richard Neal
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
One Unto The Other
What can a poet do for you?
Open up your heart
to let the sunshine through.
What can a poet say to you?
Words so powerful
to put your past in review.
What can a poet give to you?
A moment of prayer
to make you feel brand new.
What can a poet make alive in you?
A picture of your soul
as it comes into view.
What can you give the poet you read?
The chance to reach you
with something you need.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Next Great World War!
the next great world war
is already being fought...
within... within the hearts
of the poor of all nations,
struggling to survive,
for food and shelter.
in the hearts of the jobless,
the homeless, the sick.
in the hearts of prisoners,
of victims...
in the hearts of the takers,
the movers, the ones that make
the decisions, that hold
the key and the whip.
in the hearts of soldiers,
of politicians, of the innocents
killed by the bombing.
in the hearts of seekers,
of the lonely, the desperate.
in the hearts of the angry,
of the haters...
of priests, preachers, and moral guides.
in the hearts of the common,
in the hearts of the gifted,
in the hearts of the protesters,
and the cops that beat them.
in the hearts of all people everywhere,
crying out for change in spite of...
the war rages...
and who will stand
when the day is done?
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love Poet ~ Odd Poet
“Give some respite, oh odd poet”
Said a love poet with a smile
“Discard all that pain and regret
Sufferings and ideals futile
Give your readers some amusement
Draw them close with the nature’s pull
Feed them with beauty’s enchantments
And treat them with love, fad and zeal
Know oh odd poet, that all the arts
Are to amuse but not to chisel
The connoisseurs’ delicate hearts
Allow them some thrills to revel
Be a poet-doctor who can heal
Ailing hearts with sweet sonnets
Limericks and lyrics beautiful
But not with tears, wails and shouts
Thought the odd poet, for a while
And said, ” Yes! I’m a doctor-poet
I care my patients with concern real
I strive hard to give right treatment
I quite prefer bitter truth pills
Oh love poet, as cure permanent
To aesthetic morphine to lull
My patients into a false comfort
poem by Sathya Narayana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Lightning Rod
A poet is merely a lightning rod,
For passing through him the words of God!
He opens up his mind, receives,
Then passes on the message, grieves!
The words erupt from deep within him
That God has stored before, verbatim.
Line upon line of schemes, ideas,
When left to man, left man in tears.
Words left in trust at the Creation
Mankind would waste in dissipation.
Before, when Adam walked with Eve
In Eden's den of make-believe
Were knowledge trees and friendly serpents
As God composed the Ten Commandments!
And every verse of every poem
Was writ before the truth was known;
That nothing is ever achieved by man
Without the seal of God's own hand.
So laud me not, the poet's in me,
But deep within, the poet's empty.
A poet is merely a lightning rod
For passing through him the words of God!
9 November 2009
poem by David Lewis Paget
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mind Food
Mind food collects in my stomach,
And so I am an esper, the powerful one,
Who injects beliefs into disillusioned minds
For the spirits I request.
It takes a kilo year, a thousand years,
To abstain from powers so great,
Like a needler in the head and mind;
It needs too much mind food.
Minds of intelligence can grok, and spill
Valuable thoughts as well.
Minds need to be understood by scars
That feed into other minds - this is my religion.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For a season, a gifted speaker can inspire with his words, but for a lifetime John McCain has inspired with his deeds.
quote by Sarah Palin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!