You on Facebook
Subdued thoughts are out in open.
Unspoken words are suddenly spoken.
Free flow of feelings carries shades of emotions.
It seems a display of all pride possessions!
Didn't you say that you were on Facebook?
While I look for you, I reveal your new look.
In the marketing world, I see an egoistic human,
Brings out all that he has, to buy attention!
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Portrat
I am whispering in your ear
But Is it to quite,
You cannot hear.
When you feel love
Do you think of me
When I am not here
The memories, Ah so sweet
Held inside of me
Everyday I display
A portrat of you
Bleneded, words thoughts and images
Some may say
'It seems strange'
Words that are never spoken
Sparks an awaking in me
A sentiment of a ripening friendship.
And I carry all of these weighing feelings
With a sence of filling pride.
The hues your life
Color my colorless
Countenance.
poem by Howard Johnson
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Crackling words
I am the thunder
that crackles in your words
and make blue sparks,
when you write thoughts down.
I branch to wherever
your words go
and hit every place
where your letters go.
At times I bring new life
in your verses
with the rain
and sometimes I am the one
that unfolds heartache, repentance
and hold the abyss,
but it’s I
that builds your words
and tell others
how you see life
and the world.
I constantly spark
new thoughts open
and cleave right through rock
to reveal truth and reality
and at times I light the way
where you walk
and at sometimes it’s I
that brings the darkness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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People Like That
People may cry...
When happy sometimes,
For reasons.
Feelings they hide,
Deep inside them...
Come to the surface to flow free!
Possibly,
The tears seen fall from a need.
More than anyone can see.
And emotions not outwardly shown,
Glisten from eyes unexpectedly...
Showing a neglected human quality!
People grow...
Exposing thoughts ever changing.
Maturity shifts us shaking to break molds,
We hold onto...
As if we are glued to a time that stays.
No one experiences these 'movements' the same.
Some become upset.
Some they knew have renewed mindsets!
And people like that often talk behind others' backs!
People may cry...
When happy sometimes,
For reasons.
Feelings they hide,
Deep inside them...
Come to the surface to flow free!
Showing an honesty trusted.
In times when 'who' we think we are...
Is never the way we believe we should be treated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Child
the LORD blessed me with a child this day.
much more beautiful than words can say.
came into this world with such energy
bouncing around and being free.
captured the hearts of all around
bringing happiness in leaps and bounds.
another like her can't be found.
she is the inspiration in my soul
just to think of her and the words start to flow.
she has a beauty beyond compare
of which all men would love to share.
for in her heart all can see
that she is like a bird
who must be set free.
free to show the world that
she is in charge of her life
and can also be a mother and wife.
she is the one who showed me
how to show my feelings and thoughts
to the world. she is my little girl.
she is my child and i am proud to say
i love her more each and every day.
poem by Louis Rams
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Then
Sometimes the hidden secrets, just come out
How they come out is never known.
The ones who are closer to us, reveal our feelings
Ones which we never want to reveal, also get exposed
Nothing remains hidden as our feelings, do get revealed in some way
The things we want to hold within us, also do find an outlet
Even though we never want to let the feelings be known
Then so many emotions get disjointed
Trusting becomes impossible to do
Unworkable, is what everything becomes
Then, what to do?
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Oh facebook what are you?
a monster or an angel?
facebook what can i say?
that i am proud of you or mad at you?
facebook what are my feelings for you?
love or hatred?
can you please tell me?
you made me found a beloved person
should i say thanks or what the hell
you made me lost the best of relationships
should i let it go or kill you
you brought my friend and i in to communication
should i be grateful or just let it go
you ruined several lives
should i say you are a freak
you made people happy though some sad
you destroy peoples marriages and relationships
but still you react as if all is perfect
ohohoh facebook i've got no words to describe you
you are just so complicated
but trust me you shall be judge by your victims
poem by Juslaine Larie
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Love is something that you cannot remove (Catena Rondo)
Love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
that to you both is suddenly happening
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
when sense and sensibility brings
to your actions, thoughts and your feelings wings
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
when sense and sensibility brings
a secret understanding that is true,
sincerity that encompass both of you
when sense and sensibility brings
a secret understanding that is true,
when a look carries a message to both
that goes much further than any oath
a secret understanding that is true,
when a look carries a message to both
when the body reacts to a single touch
when pre-comprehension says very much
when a look carries a message to both
when the body reacts to a single touch
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when mere company is full of much bliss
when the body reacts to a single touch,
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when a bond develops around the divine,
selfless you loose the own me and mine
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when a bond develops around the divine
where although separate, you become one,
without each other hardly want to live on
when a bond develops around the divine
where although separate, you become one;
love is something that you cannot remove,
to each other you do not have to prove
where although separate, you become one,
love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dead Silence
silence overcoming silence
nothing spoken nothing said
all you hear is the cold bitter sound of the
wind from the fan brushing against the phone
and on the other side nothing but silence
as if there was nothing but death...harsh, brutal death
words unspoken, unsaid
minds blink
clear from all thoughts
all they hear now is there hearts racing
like two dragcars -vroom vroom-
but yet there was still silence
there was nothing spoken nothing said
nothing but harsh brutal silence
words unspoken
words unsaid
silence overcoming silence
is all there was
poem by Mari Velazco
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The Symphony Of Music
music has away of projecting
your every-emotion that you
have to give, the art of music
lives inside every-one that wants
to follow it.
the sorrow that it has
gives a symphony of words,
to express the inner-emotions
that music has to expose to
us as we listen to it.
the symphony of music
impacts us as we listen
and compassionately take
it to heart, as we start
becoming involved with
the symphony of music that
is being produced to us.
some-how the art of
music takes us by the
hand and moves us in so
many different ways that we
can't even explain to any-one
that is around us.
we take the symphony of
music as it moves through
us, as we listen with an open
heart and an open mind, and find
the boundaries that combines our
very emotions, thoughts, and feelings,
with the symphony of music that reveals
to us a whole new world of music to
us and being the people of the world.
but what people don't
understand and realise is
that the symphony of music,
goes deeper than what they
had imagined it to go, and
some-how not to show this
bittersweet side of me and
what the symphony of music
does to me and my feelings.
and to have it some-how
over-flowing inside my
veins is some-thing that
i will never-ever talk about
with any-one who knows and
loves me.
poem by Erie Diane
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More Than Memories, Feelings and Knowledge
More than memories, feelings and knowledge
I want to pour into my verses
and something with a new meaning
that gives a view of another world
I want spread wider with each verse,
where words reveal injustice, love and beauty,
something that goes to the core of the heart,
that brings fulfilment by the reading of it
but I am bounded
by my own humanity, thoughts and ideas,
by my experiences of the world,
a place without love, filled by fear
and still there are things that surprises me,
that flares to life from the old dead ashes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What's In It For Me?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE TIME FOR TWITTER AND FACEBOOK, BUT NONE FOR THEMSELVES OR OTHERS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE A HUNDRED 'FRIENDS' ON FACEBOOK,
BUT NOT EVEN TEN IN REAL LIFE
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE EMOTE WITH EMOTICONS BUT NOT WITH THEIR FACES,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE PREFER TO WRITE 'LOL' RATHER THAN ACTUALLY LAUGHING OUT LOUD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR COMPUTER MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LIVE THEIR LIVES MORE ONLINE THAN OFF IT,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN SPOT THE ERROR IN SOMEONE'S TYPING BUT CANNOT SPOT A TEAR IN A FRIEND'S EYE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN GROW ANY CROP ONLINE BUT CANNOT EVEN PICK UP A SPADE IN REAL LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE RELISH THE FOOD AT MCDONALDS AND DOMINOS, BUT CRIB OVER HOME COOKED FOOD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE ARE READY TO KILL FOR A FEW SHREDS OF PAPER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE KILL IN THE NAME OF RELIGION,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE A MAN IS READY TO KILL HIS BROTHER OVER PROPERTY AND MONEY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF MONEY IS MORE THAN THE VALUE OF LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE LIVING A LIFE IS TOUGHER THAN KILLING A LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE IT'S EASIER TO EARN MONEY BY CHEATING THAN BY WORKING HONESTLY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF A GIFT IS THROUGH ITS PRICE AND NOT ITS EMOTIONS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE MEASURE OF A MAN IS THROUGH HIS CAR AND HOUSE RATHER THAN HIS CHARACTER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR POSSESSIONS MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS AND PARENTS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THINGS ARE LOVED AND PEOPLE ARE USED,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE DO ANYTHING FOR A BETTER PAY BUT NOTHING FOR A BETTER CONSCIENCE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD IS BAD AND I KNOW THAT BUT SILL IF I WIN THIS WORLD,
WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
poem by Deepak Hariharan
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Why Can't We
Look how the wind carries the sea
And see how the soul supplies what it needs
The rain falls, the sun shines and a flower breaks reed
And it all works together, why can't we
And I have seen children at play in the park
Skin shades of ivory, red, yellow and dark
While my eyes saw colors their little hearts could not see
They were playing together, why can't we
Why can't we
Why can't we
I can love you and you can love me
Why can't we
Why can't we
Set our foolish pride free, just be and let be
Why can't we
And I had a dream about a lion and a lamb
They were laying together and there was peace in the land
And so it became precious 'cause there were no enemies
And I woke up and wondered, God why can't we
Why can't we
Why can't we
I can you love you and you can love me
Why can't we
Why can't we
Set our foolish pride free, just be and let be
Why can't we
Set our foolish pride free, just be and let be
Why can't we
Oooooh, why can't we
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Weight of the Wind
The wind carries much more than we see
It carries a lot of what makes you and me
The wind blows and carries lies
Around the world it carries cries
We don't hear nor see any of these things
We don't know or feel what the wind brings
The wind carries the wishes and dreams
The wind carries promises down streams
On it lays our secrets we hold inside
Also the love for others we try to hide
It carries so much oh how I wish to know
With all that weight how can the wind blow?
poem by Mathew Welch
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The Power of Words
An unspoken word is only a thought.
So many things we need to hear in life.
So many thoughts go unspoken.
They lay dormant in the abyss of our minds.
Like a flower that never blooms.
When spoken they spring into action.
They give life.
Flowers bloom in spring.
Spring is the season of love.
Let your words be like spring every day.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Sunlit Path
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where life is raw and exciting
That rejuvenate my mind, body and soul
Where I can absorb the richness of small things
And let out my internal world of thoughts
To reconnect with peace and beauty
Where unspoken words and voices take shape
And splash light on my settled thoughts
Where wind of hope brings fresh breeze
And words have clear meanings.........
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where perfect pattern of life strengthen my soul
And give meanings to my lively dreams
And fresh air pours positive energy in the rush of emotions
Where I can feel the essence of joy and create peace
To release all negative thoughts
To get everlasting melodies of life
And enter into the world of love and inspiration
Where I learn to appreciate the moments of joy
And get ready to face another day...........
I want the Sunlit path to guide me to my destiny.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Me! ! Alone..
I was alone from the begining, but my mind didn't know that
i was alone from the begining, but my feelings didn't express that
i was alone from the begining, but my song didn't sounds that
i was alone from the begining, but my body didn't hurt that
but now my songs and feelings...
but now my mind and body...
shivers..trumbles...raors...
'I am alone...alone in this world'
thoughts and thoughts on that fact
paved me to...you are grown
your body and mind is grown
your words and songs sounds growth!
Growth? if this growth made me..sad!
i want regrowth! just not to remeber
Thet i am alone...alone in this world
lots songs with me...but not alone....
poem by Farzana Fathima
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Unspoken Words
My thoughts are going back - back to the time
When I was young to live a life
A life of lies - full of lies
Then you came into my life
And youve changed so many things
That Ive done before - that Ive done before
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
You treated me the right way
You always said dont give up
Some day you will see what I have done
And when I start thinking about me
Then I find out
You did it right - just right
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Unspoken words - so many unspoken words
They cannot lie to me anymore
Unspoken words - words so full of meaning
They cannot lie, theyre from inside
Unspoken words
Back to start again - were working still together
More than ever - better than before
Better than before
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way - dont leave me this way
Unspoken words - so many unspoken words
They cannot lie to me anymore
Unspoken words - words so full of meaning
They cannot lie, theyre from inside
All those unspoken words so many, many unspoken words
They cannot lie to me anymore, oh yeah
Without you Ive been so alone
Dont leave me this way, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unspoken words...
song performed by by U. D. O.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Who Am I
I am me, a walking talking living human
I, caged in my brain myself in command
Always thinking carried by my train of thoughts
Stopping at sadness of life rebounding with kindness,
Aggression laughter and sadness in life's situations
God's master creation the human race, heart bound
Expelling feelings of all kinds, I one of
Billions on earth each with their own
Concerns naturally for their own family,
Concern for a happy life to be born free.
I expel my thoughts that we all should
Live in the kingdom of freedom.
I am me, I am free, not so for many
In this world with human conflict.
Love fills my heart, love is the start
For a world of the free, yes,
For you and I, thru the eye of wisdom.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Love Is A Little Word
Love is a little word,
but it fills the world with happiness
when it is spoken from the heart.
It coveys a feeling of joy
of being close to someone.
Sometimes it is not spoken
in audible words,
but in gestures between two
who have so much feelings for one another.
It is never about
how small the word,
but the feelings it conveys.
4 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Life Continues
death brings truth
unspoken word of the past
unspoken truths of identity
open mouths
pouring more lies
more deceit
more pain in depth of darkness
mothers how could you
let innocence pay the price
for a man heartless decides
daughter second class
discard her give her away
she belongs no where anyway
then the day comes
the truth be told
robbed of heritage
and a her father's hold
child at school
fascinated with history
persia persia her soul cried out
brave and bold she sprouts
in writing thoughts
her search complete
enfold in fathers loves attention
like joyous little girl
questioning absorbing growing
circle complete
never to be lost without papa's hold
poem by Persian Khushi
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