But at last, it would be the two of us together.
Maybe we fight
Spit fire
And with words
Pounce on each other
but at last
to bully one another
it would just be
the two of us, together.
Say the things
You want to say
Action the thoughts
You dwell upon.
But at last
To search for mislaid bifocal glasses
It would just be
The two of us, together.
And at times when we
Are cross with each other
We should take turns to
cajole one another
For but at last
To use terms of endearment
It would just be
The two of us, together.
When our visions
Would blur
And our memories
Fail us.
Then at last
To find ourselves in one another
It would just be
The two of us, together.
When knee joints
Begin to hurt
And the back
Refuses to bend
Then at last
To cut each other’s toe nails
It would just be
The two of us, together.
To state that My reports
Are absolutely
Normal.
I am alright.
but at last
To thus lie, cheat one another
It would just be
The two of us, together.
When at last
We do part
When time to say
Goodbye does draw near.
Then
To forgive one another.
It would just be
The two of us, together.
____________________________________ ________________
translation of a gujarati poem, poet: anonymous. I hope i have managed to do justice to the feelings that are portrayed in the write.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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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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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
Hope
Written by gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
Theres a clock timing the world as it turns
Theres a man marking the candle as it burns
Keeping track of every minute that remains
Still we hope somehow
Its gonna be alright
Its gonna turn out fine
Theres a light shining beyond the southern cross
Burning bright for everyone of us whos lost
More than faith more than a reason to go on
Rise on up knowing
Youre gonna win the fight
Its gonna turn out fine
You gotta hope itll be alright
Come on and hope itll turn out fine
Yeah, hope itll be alright, please
When the night turns to the deepest shade of black
At that point there is no reason to turn back
High above angels are falling from the sky
Lift your heart knowing
Its gonna be alright
Its gonna turn out fine
You gotta hope itll be alright
Come on and hope itll turn out fine
Yeah, hope itll be alright, please
You gotta hope, ya gonna win the fight
Come on n hope with all your might
Yeah hope its gonna be alright, please
Millions of people alone in the dark
Awaiting a moment of hope
Please
You gotta hope (whenever times get tough) itll be alright
Come on and hope (and when the road is rough) itll turn out fine
Yeah, hope (just when youve had enough) itll be alright, please
You gotta hope (whenever times get tough) youre gonna win the fight
Come on and hope (and when the road is rough) with all your might
Yeah, hope (just when youve had enough) its gonna be alright, please
You gotta hope (whenever times get tough) itll be alright
Come on and hope (and when the road is rough) itll turn out fine
Yeah, hope (just when youve had enough) itll be alright, please
You gotta hope, youre gonna win the fight
song performed by by America
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Spit Into The Fire
Burn a candle set a light
Keep on going against the stream
Be as mean as mean can be
As long as youre not to extreme
Read the papers watch the news
Be informed an get the blues
Collect your garbage use the subway
Swaying you stay on the roof
Search for solutions for the future
Find resources drill for oil
Raise some powerplants and then
Burry them under the soil
Rome is burning the emperor sings
Waiting for what time may bring
His body caressed by the virgins
Laughing shy he turns around
And spits into the fire
And hopes that he can calm it down
Fight the flames with words
Cause theyre cheaper than water
Thinking he can heal the world
But the only thing he really does
Is sitting on a sofa
And spit into the fire
Rabbits hopping on the green
And jump directly in your pan
Turtles transform into soup
Enjoy them as long as you can
Silent sitting writing songs
bout all the idiots that pretend
That their words can change the world
I think Im right but in the end
I spit into the fire
And hope that I can calm it down
Fight the flames with words
Cause theyre cheaper than water
Thinking I can heal the world
But the only thing I really do
Is sitting on a sofa
And spit into the fire
And spit into the fire
Spit into it
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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This Poem Has Feelings
This poem has feelings
This a poem of sorrow, hurt and pain
This is a poem of struggle, sufferation and poverty
This poem has feelings
Stabbing beats
kill my joy with a sad song
This poem will speak
This poem will fight
This poem is angry
This poem has feelings
Cruel thoughts run and rule my thinking
Uncognitive, unrational, jut cold and hardhearted
This poem has feelings
poem by Zanele Mavuso
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You are the poet
Poet is a journalist
Watches the feelings
Watches the emotions
Watches the world
Watches the light and
Watches the dark
He thinks everywhere
Others can’t imagine
-o-
Chasing the thoughts
Searching the words
Forming the sentences
To give the expression
To put the life in it
-o-
Poet is like a cook
Collecting good ingredients
Cooking the feelings to
Present in better way
-o-
Poet is like a soldier
Fighting in the war and
Fighting with the self
Feeling the pain and
Bleeding the emotions
Making room for self
To express the story
To save the people
-o-
Poet is like mother
Cooking the soft food
Feeding smoothly
Treating the readers like his own kids
Reader’s happiness is poet’s happiness
If you can’t praise, no problem
But don’t forget to acknowledge
-o-
Poet is the center of universe
Editors, Music directors,
Composers, singers, musicians,
Media everybody is rotating around
-o-
Poet writes to quench intellectuals
Poet writes to entertain good listeners
Poet writes to move hearts
Poet writes for a cause
Poet write for entertainment
Poets write to express themselves
Poets write to share their feelings
-o-
When time is running
Poem is the history
In present it reflects the story
Poem gives the hope in future
-o-
Poet is the planter
Plants seeds into your hearts
Make sure that it sprouts
Brings the thoughts into actions
-o-
Poet is the director behind your actions
Poet is the motivator behind your feelings
Poet is the coach who puts you on track
Poet is person whom your heart likes
-o-
Poet is the soldier when he uses poem as bullet
Poet is the coach when his poem moves your heart
Poet is the love, when he gives poem as flower
Poet is the parent, when he consoles you in your troubles
Poet is the healer who heals souls
Poet enters different roles
To justify the poem and to justify the people
-o-
Poem is the form of literature
We can find in holy books
Poem is the feelings
Poem touches the hearts
-o-
Sun can be seen in day
Moon can be seen in night
But poem is there day and night
Poem is powerful than nature
Poem don’t have life and death
Just it flows from heart to heart
Poet is the instrument
In the hands of the poem
-o-
If you drink a cup of alcohol
It may stay there just for hours
If you read a good poem
Nobody knows how long it gives the kick
-o-
When you have time, read a good poem
When you have time, write some poetry
When you have time, share a poem
-o-
You will be the poet, when you read a poem
You will be the poet, when you put on paper
You can be the poet to change your self
You can be the poet to change the world
You must be a poet, to enjoy this life
Waiting for you, to listen to your poem
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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To the one who stole my poem
I had this poem
it was a particular poem
made many cry
told my story
to the person who is using my account
which i used to post my poem
which had been deleted from my computer
and only existed here in cyberspace
to this person
who added his/her poems to my name
i hope you, as a fellow poet
understand how a poem nursed
is not dissimilar to a child
i lost my child,
my poem.
if you have it please put it back
the name was 'father'
if you deleted it please write a poem
in this poem tell me that you have
i just need to know if my baby Poem is dead forever
or if it lives on your hard drive
poem by Anonymous Anonymous
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Poets
Poets write
and when the poem is done
they search for words
to write another one.
Poets write
and when the poem is through
they search for thoughts
to write another two.
Such is the life of a poet.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Daisy Picker
Sometimes I have feelings;
Sometimes I have thoughts.
Sometimes I have
Thoughts about feelings;
Sometimes I even have
Feelings about thoughts.
When these things happen,
Sometimes I write a poem;
But then again,
Other times
I don’t.
poem by Robert Graber
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Some Silence, Some Words
Today somewhere a mirror broke
And a music of end splashed in the pages of time,
Someone lost his meanings in the broken mirror..
And an unending silence flowed
Many things happen silently, , ,
How the silent weeping of the lost meaning wander in the depth of the night, , ,
I unveil the sea of darkness...i find only silence
And the music of the end keeps on splashing around
Life is all about some silence and some words…
Far away a poet was looking for words, .
And a poem was seeking for its understanding, ,
for the heart where words dwell with meanings, ,
As long as they both were away everything was all right...
And when they met, , ,
the poet lamented on the end of words of the poem, , ,
and the poem on the unending silence of the poet, , , , ,
poems are not about understanding....
poet is not about words, , , ,
There Is No Poem To Begin The Week With
THERE IS NO POEM TO BEGIN THE WEEK WITH
There is no poem to begin the week with
Emptiness is the beginning
I try to think
I try to listen to some internal rhythm
I write words down
My thoughts are simple and self- referential
The green- yellow light is there outside my window
The world is moving
Am I writing a poem or simply writing whatever sentences come into my mind?
I sometimes think poetry never stops being written within me
At other times I believe I am just ambitious and pretentious
Today this is the beginning
These lines these words
A poem to begin the week with?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Verb: That's What's Happening
I get my thing in action
To be, to see, to feel, to live
And i put my heart in action
To run, to go, to get, to give
'cause that's where i find satisfaction
To search, to find, to have, to hold
When i use my imagination
I think, i plot, i plan, i dream
Turning in towards creation
Well i make, i write, i dance, i sing
'cause i get my thing in action
Yeah i get my thing in action
Go!
When i'm feeling really active
Well i run, i ride, i swim, i fly!
Other times when life is easy
Oh i rest, i sleep, i sit, i lie
I can take a noun and bend it
Make it a verb and really send it!
'cause i get my thing in action
And i don't know my own power
I can question; like what is it?
I can order; like go get it!
When i need i really need it
When i see i got to have it
'cause i put my thing in action
Yeah i put my thing in action
Yeah i get my thing in action
And i don't even know my power
No!
song performed by by Moby
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Ill Fight For You
Im turning to you, when love is on my mind
Youre all I want, woman, and loves so hard to find
I know that I hurt you, and I know that I was wrong
But I want you back, back where you belong
And I wont give you up, no I wont walk away
I hope and I pray, I hope and I pray
Youll forgive me someday
Ill fight for you, Ill give you all I got to give
Ill fight for you, as long as we both should live
Ill search for heaven each day
And together, well find a way
And Ill fight for you darlin
Ill fight for you baby, cause Ive waited too long for love
Youre all of my life, and every time I look at you
I keep tellin myself, youre the one thing I just cant lose
Our love runs so deeply, cant you feel it in your heart
cause girl weve got something, that no one can tear apart
Im tellin you now, this love, it just cant be wrong
Oh, it cant be wrong
And I wont give you up cause Ive waited too long
Oh, Ive waited too long for love
Ill fight for you, Ill give you all I got to give
Ill fight for you, as long as we should live
Ill search for heaven each day
And together, well find a way
And Ill fight for you darlin
Ill fight for you...
song performed by by Foreigner
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Hope Always To Write
'hope always to write more
not to be a good poet'
the words of my friend
Hosny Soliman defined
my thoughts perfectly
to write just a little more
to gift just a little more
to give just a little more
with no thought wasted
upon desire to write
a good poem a great poem
Splitting image from the poem ‘We Sing Our Love In Life Worships’ by Terence George Craddock.
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Day Is Done
Do you like me?
Well I hope you do
Cause if you like me
Then I think Im gonna to have to like you too
Well share our things
And have some fun
Then well say goodbye
And go back home when the day is done
If you tell me
Ill tell you too
And well say the things
And do the things that lovers do
Well keep it to ourselves
We wont hurt no one
Then well say goodbye
And go back home when the day is done
Well carve our names
On a tree
Then well burn it down
So no one in the world will see
And well make love
While we watch the flame
Then well walk away
As if we never had no shame
Now we must hide
To be alone
And we cant say
Our sweet things on the telephone
If we cant stop
What weve begun
We should say goodbye
And go back home when the day is done
Do you still like me?
Well I hope you do
Cause if you still like me
Then I think Im gonna have to still like you
We shared our things
And had some fun
Now well say goodbye
And go back home when the day is done
Yeah, well say goodbye
And go back home while
We still have one
Lets say goodbye and go back home
Now the day is done
song performed by by John Prine
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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 Poem The Poem And The Poem Again
The poem the poem the poem again
Rescues me from despair
Gives me hope in a short time
That I am alive again.
The poem the poem the poem-
What would my life be without these poems now?
Where would I search for meaning?
Where would I find again and again
The courage to begin
The courage to end?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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P.S. I Love You
Shes gone away
and still they stay together
people call me crazy, crazy
my thoughts progress
I think about forever
my mind tells me maybe maybe
I wish i could drive away to the sunset
back to the day that we first met
only believe the things i wrote
i put it in a note yeah
cross my T's and dot my I's
Better say hello
dont you dare say goodbye
Ill write sincerly yours and sign my name
P.S I love you
forever and today
Two weeks go by
its like its been the weather
the rain falls down
shes crying crying
my thoughts progrees
she thinks about forever
their hearts are bound
lying lying
I wish i could drive away to the sunset
back to the day that we first met
only believe the things i wrote
i'll put it in a note yeah
cross my T's and dot my I's
Better say hello
im gonna wave goodbye
Ill write sincerily yours and sign my name
P.S. I love you
Forever and today
All the heartbreak all the pain
all the words you said in vain
and ill never be the same
I wish i could drive away to the sunset
back to the say that we first met
only believe the things i wrote
i put it in a note yeah
cross my T's and dot my I's
better say hello
im gunna wave goodbye
Ill write sincerly yours and sign my name
P.S. I love you
forever and today
forever and today
forever and today
P.S I love you
forever and today
song performed by by All American Rejects
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I'd Rather Write
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than mow the lawn today,
As mowing grass I'd soon be bored
And choose to walk away...
That wall needs painting, yes, I know,
Another month won't hurt,
I'd rather write and watch words flow
Than paint and hide the dirt...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than tidy up that room,
A tidy room's a poor reward
Compared with words that bloom...
That pile of clothes I'll get round to,
No pressure, they can wait,
I'd rather write my point of view,
As my views are first rate...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than wash the car outside,
It's not a Rolls, it's just a Ford,
With scratches dust can hide...
That stack of dishes, won't complain,
No rush to stand, wipe, stir,
I'd rather write my thoughts again
Before they melt and blur...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than shop for milk and bread,
Black coffee's okay, rest assured,
I'll give up toast instead...
I'll see my girlfriend, next week, soon,
Tomorrow or tonight...
I'd rather write this afternoon,
Please, Lord, if that's all right...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Take Me Through The Night
Hope the circle won't be broken,
By the way things have to be.
Cause I don't really think you know
What you do to me.
Well it's kinda like a movie,
That you've seen so many times.
Can't get you outta my mind.
Take me through the night,
The lonely, lonely night.
It's a thing I only live for,
Another chance to make it right.
Take me through the night,
Take me through the lonely, lonely night.
A dream I've always wished for,
Hope it's alright. (Hope it's alright.)
Knowing how your feelings were,
I had to say goodbye.
We had a magic,
That you can't describe.
A dreamer's world we lived in,
Of memories I can't forget.
Let me dream of you tonight.
Take me through the night,
The lonely, lonely night.
It's a thing I only live for,
Another chance to make it right.
Take me through the night,
Take me through the lonely, lonely night.
A dream I've always wished for,
Hope it's alright.
Take me through the night,
The lonely, lonely night.
A dream I've always wished for. . .
Take me through the night.
Hope it's alright.
Gotta take me through the lonely night.
song performed by by 38 Special
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