Poem about Poetry - The Mind entertains the Heart
poetry is taking
the mind and heart
out on a cruise
so that the former
could entertain
the latter with all
his sights, visions
and ideas and
how all could ride
on each other like
a contortinist out to wow
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Poetry On The Chin
You gouged my mind's eye,
Tantalised all inner thought,
Shocked from unknown angles;
Sold me, told me cold,
Unfolded, moulded;
Shouldered any harbouring
Of empty morals.
You spun me round; undressed -
Pestered me with background riddle -
Piffle came to gleaning meaning.
And you stripped out prejudice - for none
Must exist in poetry,
Lest you close up an open mind
And f**k up as reader;
Lest your heart is not a bleeder -
It has to be - let it flush out
Upon your sleeve.
You lay apart my thinking brain
And let in the literary pickings of a
Great poetic phallus.
Yes, poetry can be callous.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Poetry Is All In One!
Passion for poetry is insatiable!
Poetry gives pleasure nothing can!
Poetry is many subjects under one roof!
Poetry never bores to write and read ever!
Poetry is a compression of many ideas in a nut shell!
Poetry displays power of pen to capture men ever!
Poetry captures as photo castles built in air!
Poetry is spontaneous over flow of ides!
Poetry flows free if extemporary!
Poetry is prolific words sure!
Poetry is a thing of joy!
Poetry is beauty!
Poetry is witty!
Poetry cheers!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Poetry The Beacon!
Beacon of literature is ever poetry only!
Greatness of literature lies in quality ideas;
Richness of language depends on poetry;
Worthiness of matter in poetry only is best!
Writing needs creative mind whatever thing is!
Novels, Short stories, Prose and Poetry are they
That enhance the richness of literature ever;
That too writing poetry makes one great sure!
Having chosen the form of poetry to write itself
Is not an easy matter as it needs skill and time
To write what one feels, thinks and conceives
In heart, mind and soul, otherwise no good at all!
Other forms of literature needs concentrated work
But poetry needs natural ability to express free all!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Poet 2 Poet
We all have different writing styles, and we
May not all have grace and poise.
But when we do write, it’s all to make some noise.
We want to be recognized by the co-poets
All fair and true.
For writing our poetry is what we all like to do.
So I welcome all my co-poets who take this beautiful ride
And all their dreams and visions, they do find.
We do not only write what comes into our minds
But we write from the heart
And this is where poetry gets its start.
So continue to write all that you see and feel
Because these are human emotions.
That from us, no one can steal.
WELCOME ABOARD THIS TRAIN OF POETRY.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Change Of Time!
A change of time changes everything in life!
Glorious poetry turned into prose for use earlier;
Stories, novels and articles ruled prominent;
With the coming of computer poetry resurrected!
Now everybody enjoys indulging in poetry for fun;
Articles, stories and novels are superseded by poetry!
Many poetry websites entertain new poets daily;
Many enjoy poetry reading and writing at anytime!
Poetry has become cheap product for all to use;
Nobody thought that such a thing could happen!
Nobody buys poetry books but novels and magazines;
Is poetry a use and throw material only in market now?
The things that cannot be expressed in stories, novels
Are done in poetry to satisfy heart, thought and spirit!
poem by Ramesh T A
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All Embracing Poetry!
What kind of poetry does engage all complete?
Only love between man and woman in romance?
Only beauty of Nature in all its splendour forever?
Only philosophic ideas enriched in poems ever?
Only journalism, philosophy and poem altogether?
Only spiritual ideas of God or Universe in a new way?
So many questions crop up every day to find one
Poetry that will absorb all forever and enrich mind!
Have anyone discovered such poetry so far...?
Divinity present in Nature kindling romance of
Love of high state of mind perhaps may do so ever!
Comprising of all ingredients I try often to create
Poetry of an irresistible kind for all to consume ever!
Journalism, philosophy and poem in one I feel better!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Surfer Joe & Moe The Sleaze
Heres a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, but he let it go
Theres somebody satisfied with winning.
Back on the boardwalk theres moe the sleaze
Sells good things and aims to please
Hes almost even but he doesnt mind a handout.
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Were all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.
Give your ticket to moe the sleaze
Hes the one thats weak in the knees
His pants are baggy, but you can see them shaking.
Ill introduce you to surfer joe
He may be there, I really dont know
We can smoke garfong and watch him ride the big one.
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Were all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on.
Heres a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
Theres somebody satisfied with winning.
Heres a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
Hes somebody satisfied with winning.
Hes somebody.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Poetry Of Confession
THE POETRY OF CONFESSION
The poetry of confession -
The poetry of self- indulgence-
The poetry of the ‘wretch con-centered all in self’-
The poetry of moods and feelings-
Of all ideas only as they relate to the poet himself-
The poetry of desperation-
The poetry of need-
The poetry of urgency -
And serving the poet first-
Not enough of the world
Not enough of others- of other perspectives
Not formal and disciplined enough-
The poetry which is not crafted and polished
The poetry in which the need of the poet
Is more central than the quality of the poetry –
The poetry which may be too selfish to be good-
Whose moral failure makes more prominent its aesthetic flaws-
The poetry which is not so good
And not great
But quite banal and commonplace –
A poet can give his life to his poetry
And that still be nothing at all-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry is Everywhere
To all my friends who say –
Poetry is not my cup of tea,
I’d strongly recommend that
they watch “Dead Poet’s Society”.
Poetry is in your cup of tea,
poetry is in every wave of the sea,
poetry is in the song of a bird
poetry springs forth from each of your word.
Poetry is in the smile of a baby,
poetry is in the redness of a ruby,
poetry is the union of your heart and mind
poetry teaches you to be soft and kind.
Poetry is the song of your soul,
poetry reminds you of your life’s goal,
poetry is in a game of cricket,
poetry is in the sound of a cricket.
Imagine life without poetry -
What an empty life it would be!
Imagine a world without poetry -
What a dull place it would be!
09 June 2010
! 2: 50 pm
poem by Gita Ashok
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In My Car
When Im behind the wheel
Horses of gas and steel
The highway is my home
In fiberglass and chrome
Fantasy car shiny corvette
Lets take a ride you cant forget
Come on pretty lady ride with me
In my car
Im captain of my destiny
In my car
Pretty babe come cruise with me
Come for a drive
And well arrive
Feelin alive
Im master of my fate
When I accelerate
My new vette is my throne
When on the road we roam we roam we roam roam
Cruisin like were in a dream
Feelin like were still sixteen
Being a part of the great american scene
In my car
Im captain of my destiny
In my car
Pretty babe come cruise with me
Come for a drive
And well arrive
Feelin alive
Cruise cruise cruise with me baby
Now move move up in the stratosphere
Zoom zoom zoom with me darlin now
Were still cruisin after all these
Cruisin after all these years
Wind blowing in my hair
I feel like a millionaire
Radio is blasting strong
Were breaking out in song
Blazing trails both near and far
Park my car behind a star
Life is full of possibilities
In my car
Im captain of my destiny
In my car
Oh pretty babe come cruise with me
Come for a drive
And well arrive
Feelin alive
In my car
Im captain of my destiny
In my car
Oh pretty babe come cruise with me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Cruise Control
Top down get on the wheel,
Baby things are better when you just feel,
And do your own thing,
Ah... just let swing,
Drive me to I don't care,
I'm raptured, take me anywhere,
I just wanna fly,
I like this CD,
[Chorus 1]
Turn the music up,
And baby don't slow down,
(Don't slow down)
If you want me,
All you gotta do,
Is keep me going now,
[Chorus 2]
Please can you gimme that,
Baby just hit that,
Cruise control,
Ready get set, go,
You drive me crazy boy,
I like it racy boy,
On cruise control,
Keeping on a roll,
Feels like the speed of light,
Sit back and enjoy the ride,
Uh oh lights go green,
Time up do you know what I mean,
We're all on our own,
I ain't going home,
I'm where I wanna be,
No more bumper to bumper cars for me,
We're on the highway,
Put it on replay,
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
Driving on cruise control,
(Crusing, crusing, cruising, cruising)
[Chorus 2]
Baby just hit that,
Cruise control,
Ready get set, go,
You drive me crazy boy,
I like it racy boy,
On cruise control,
Keeping on a roll,
Feels like the speed of light,
Sit back and enjoy the ride,
Just hit that *lortnoc esiurc,*
Ready get set, go,
You drive me crazy boy,
I like it racy boy,
On cruise control,
Keeping on a roll,
Feels like the speed of light,
Sit back and enjoy the ride,
*cruise control backwards
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!
Poetry! Yes!
P. The Purple
P. The Pink
Poetry! Be a mix of emotions,
Poetry! The different kinds of expressions,
Poetry! The different kinds of experiments
Poetry! The Corners of exploration
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The Vague Of Emphasise.
Though be the same thoughts and emotions, he solves the different vexed questions of equations
Poetry! My blue sky!
Poetry! My brown skin
Poetry! My White clown
Poetry! My green grass
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Expressed and impressed,
applied and implied
thrown and blown
pen with a book,
a vein of a blood
Poetry! the visions of missions,
build in all kinds of potions,
Poetry! the zeal of joy,
it being in zone
I Learn!
I Observe
I Like
But! I Love!
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Creativity Of The Mind
one thing with the mind is that
it never stops thinking
and this is something that i am really afraid of sometimes
this creativity that never rests
and so i dabble in poetry
and even short stories
i murmur to myself and muster some other ideas that always creep
like some grasses in my backyard
or dusts coming from nowhere landing on some
new furniture or stains that you wonder
where do all these come from?
i wonder. I wander. I move. My ideas move me
like
sometimes, i feel, so robotic, like what Robert sometimes feel
when he write a line or two and call it poetry.
something creeps in my heart and i am filled with desire.
i am afraid, i go out of bounds, and then you discover
dirt and shattered glasses
or i may not know it
you discover blood dripping from my hands
and to my surprise
i feel nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetry
Poetry.......
Poetry defines me
Poetry.......
A place where you be you and I'll be me.
Poetry.......
We are best friends for eternity.
My Poetry.......
Is the daughter of my emotion,
There I've said it, no need to interpret the connection.
Poetry.......
Where my pen and paper are sealed with a kiss,
So easy to write for my mind is a bliss.
Poetry.......
Poetry has multiple meanings,
An indescribable feeling when I realize others understand them.
My Poetry.......
It just comes natural to me.
My Poetry.......
Is out there, , , , , away from exile,
And style of writing is very versatile.
Poetry.......Poetry.......
P oetry.......
It speaks out to me.
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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Poetry Is
Poetry is when she wakes up with a smile on her angel face and says thank you for watching over my breathe all night, its when I hold her and she says I miss missing you even when I’m right there next to her.
Her EYES are the mother of poetry, one of a kind, her SMILE is the goddess of poetry, rare and beautiful, her VOICE is the heaven of poetry, so sweet and gentle.
When she loves me she does so with all the poetry she has inside her, , , everything about her is poetry, her poetry speaks to me without saying anything, it touches me without holding me, it makes me feel even without her near me
SHE IS POETRY IN MY SOUL, IN MY MIND, IN MY HEART.
poem by Tendai Maturure
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Poetry according to a cynic
Poetry is not
Beautiful words strung together to make you light
Poetry is not
Appreciated by anyone but the author
Poetry is not
Structured and redundant
Poetry is not
All about why women leave, taking pieces of your soul
Poetry is
Life, as you see it
poem by Scott Campbell
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Poetry is immortal
Poetry is immortal
yet so is the oracle
but poetry is no prophecy
it is energy from an inner sanctuary
one filled with creativity and imagery
yes poetry is immortal
it dives through any portal
whether it be mind, heart or soul
it slides through like a pole
poetry is everything and nothing
it is brilliant and disgusting
but it is still poetry
a magic that is everlasting
one that is never passing
it is a miracle
poetry is immortal
poem by Adens Kamwi
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It Is Only The Poetry
IT IS ONLY THE POETRY
It is only the poetry
Through which the deepest inner feeling
Can say itself
Only it allows expression to
What mind and heart most painfully mean
It is only the poetry
Which is the soul in essence
And so
Without the poetry-
Speechless, lost
I cannot breathe and be free.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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