I am-Dorothea Speaks
'I have crossed many roads, she said
but taken none.
My path has always been sideways
rather than straight.
So long has been my rebellion
that I remain the only one
who has never settled
and now I am a majority of one.
And I have my rewards for all this
but one that I miss
is not having a path about which reminisce
and this always makes me feel odd person out
at housewarmings and weddings
And there I reject the idea that I am the bridesmaid
no, I am the adventuress
the one who went to Africa
traveled to Europe on hope and fifteen cents;
made friends the world over
taught several generations of kids
but never had any of my own.
Never had a man propose.
And I am not alone
nor am I lonely;
I am.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Lonely Path
One one lonely Lonely lonely one Lonely lonely Londoner I am very very lonely Loneliness is killing me in a lonely path I am frustrated Lonely at heart At the lonely path of London street, i walk on a lonely path The path that is wide is noisy very busy The lonely path is the narrow path very peaceful We all want peace
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Like A Lost Lamb..
LIKE MY FRIENDS AND OTHER KIDS......
I AM AFRAID MUM............
EVERYTHING IS WRONG
I AM NOT SO STRONG
SHALL I ADVENTURE AND GO?
SHALL I FOLLOW THEIR PATH?
PROTECT ME FROM TEMPTATION
I HAVE NO IMAGINATION
I CAN'T HAVE ANY OCCUPATION....
HOW SHALL I GET OUT OF FRUSTRATION?
I NEED YOUR LOVE AND AFFECTION MUM....
I AM LOST LIKE A LAMB............
LIKE SOMEONE DUMB...
I AM LOOKING FOR A MUM.
I AM LOOKING FOR DREAMS
I AM SEEKING MY WAY........
I AM SEARCHING MYSELF AMONG THE CROWD
WHAT CAN I DO TO UNDERSTAND?
GIVE ME A HAND MUM.
GIVE ME A HAND DAD..........
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT...
THE WORLD IS NOT WHAT YOU TAUGHT ME..........
THE WORLD IS NOT WHAT YOU TOLD ME...
I AM SO LONELY.......I FEEL SO BAD..
I FEEL SO SAD MUM.........I FEEL SO SAD DAD...........
SHALL I MAKE TO MY LIFE AN END?
LIKE MY FRIENDS AND OTHER KIDS?
LIKE A LOST LAMB...........................
poem by Bouche Cousue
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Become More Tall
There is much to learn from a Red Dirt sunset
They are many visual rewards for one and all
When you walk a lake side with many flowers
Peace surrounds you as you become more tall
Like your assigned path of life, it always seems
There are twists and turns not straight or true
But as we traveled on down though the sunset
We avoid the obstacles that were made for you
poem by John McCornack
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The Lords Path
there is a choice that i must make
of which path that i should take.
i was shown the path that leads
to my death and destruction.
but! i must teach my fellow man
the life of a new construction.
the life of following the LORDS word
so it can be taught and heard.
seeing the path which ahead lies.
do i continue and give it a try?
is my faith strong enough
for this path is mighty tough.
so here i stand with choice in hand.
do i help my fellow man?
do i give up my life so that the
world could be free and follow this destiny?
or do i forget my fellow mans needs
of which my LORD had planted this seed.
this is the choice that HE has given to me.
to follow him so that other men could lead.
to lead mankind to the path of light
and be able to see all the LORDS might.
and now this question i propose to you
if you was me what would you do?
(we all know the choice he made, for our salvation)
poem by Louis Rams
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On That Path
I'm on that path,
So was my mother,
I'm on that path,
Just like my brother.
I'm on that path,
I didn't know my father,
I'm on that path,
And i am the master.
I'm on that path,
upon the good, straying from evil.
I'm on that path-
There is no cheating.
I'm on that path,
God knows i need him.
I'm on that path,
and i hope i'm never leaving ;)
the HEARTbraker
poem by Madina Morr
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Tatooed Drums
Crushed silence dissolving into the milestone of the whole truth
Recognition of emarald paddy fields
River is river
Roads are roads
The path to the path to the path to the path
No shortcut to enlightened
reason
iIlogical contexts creation of meanings
Blue fields in the photographic image of the play-world
Why
why did I think you were different
then other guys
I mean you are in my eyes
I don't know why I'm so upset about it
what is wrong with me
o ya
I'm too fucking young
I hate the law
I'm fifteen years old
old enough to make my own damn decisions
you make me feel
so special
like an angel
there is no man alive
will ever make me feel the things
you made me feel
there is no man alive
I will ever respect
or
honor
as much as I tried to do with you
there is no man alive
that will ever make me feel like
the queen of the world
just friends
for a long time
that's a good idea
ignoring the little voice that's saying
I don't wont to be just friends
for a while
my common sense is telling me that's
a good idea
I don't know why
after all it's only me
chasing after
you
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Truth in Me
backed away too late
...stayed too long
should of left when I knew
but even leaving
would have been the wrong
disobedient tears
when a song reminds me of you
how I depended on your strength
amazing what time in your presence could do
I remember your words in my weakness
when no answers can be found
I stand true to what you taught me
but sometimes it gets so lonely on this path now
in a place where I found healing
and the person who was always hidden in me
I was lead by a most strong and kind friend
who invested more than anyone else I have ever seen
I miss you so
I miss you more than you'll ever know...
poem by La La La Laurie
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Your Time Has Come
Now one fell asleep in the street
and he never woke up
And now one died in pieces
whose been with a mouthful of ghosts
And one threatning long ago i saw him
melt in the bright of day
And one laid to rest in the field
on the stories and crawled, hey
I've been walking the sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
Still, I don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Your time has come
Now one took some bullets to the chest and the field gone wrong
One got a little too depressed then he went and jumped the gun
One got shoot right in the face and he somehow
survived
But he doesn't know my name or who I am
and I'm not surprised, hey
I've been walking the sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
Still, i don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Yeah I've been wandering sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
And I don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Your time has come, hey
(Solo)
I've seen fifty thousand names all engraved on a stone
Most of them, met em at a grave years before i was born
All of them left brothers and sisters and mothers behind
And most of their family and friends are alive
everytime
I've been walking the sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
And i don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come
Yeah I've been wandering sideways
I've stared straight into the sun
And I don't know why you're dying
Long before your time has come (x3)
Your time has come
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The Paths
The path to destruction is invisible,
It is travelled on by the wise,
Giving an enterprise to behold,
Like a gesture too meek.
The paths are long and hard,
In one complete stroke you have moved,
In a single movement the damage is received
As the paths lead to roads leading to fatigue.
This path we allow on the rest of the world
Is narrow and far too long to achieve,
Success needed wending like a path,
A meandering path carried a difference.
Only a road is higher than a path
For it is tortuous in a full condition,
Its heavenly splendour is exciting
Like the eating of apples attached to a tree.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lonely Boy
Now that summer's here
I feel so lonely
Because I've gone from seeing you every day
To not seeing you at all
I regret not spending more time together
Really, it's what we both wanted
But neither knew the other wanted it
But now that time has passed
And I feel lonely.
I miss seeing your face everyday
Because you light up the room whenever you smile
And it made me smile too
It made me happy
But now we're never in the same room
And I feel lonely.
I miss laughing with you
Laughing at something only we would understand -
Because of our special bond -
And laughing again at the weird looks people gave us
But now we're too serious
And I feel lonely.
I hate not talking to you
Because, honestly, it's what I enjoy most in life —
Talking to you, whatever the topic -
But now we're too quiet
And I feel lonely.
I miss being the one there to comfort you
I hated seeing you upset
So I would do whatever it took to make you happy
Because that made me happy
You trusted me with even your most personal problems
And I trusted you with mine
But now some of that trust between us is gone
And I feel lonely.
I hate waking up everyday
Knowing that I will not see you
The thought of seeing you helped me out of bed in the morning
Because all I wanted was to be near you
But now I won't see you
And I feel lonely.
I hate thinking of what might come
If you'll take the worn path
Or become someone you're not
Or if we'll drift apart
You drift away
And leave me lonely.
poem by Daniele Cerasoli
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Because We Have Never Told Them
there is a straight path
and you want to walk straight to it
you cannot, there is this desire to
go inside a circle and hide
behind those curves,
there is this wish to find a resting place
a glass cage
a one-way mirror where you see all of them
and then
no one sees you
sometimes i look for some reasons why
this behavior is sought
there is this straight path that nobody wants to take
it is too tight in there
and everyone sees you
and their gaze hurt a lot
and you do not deserve to suffer upon their causes
no wonder birds travel on clouds
and build their nests
how men made walls
how women hide their faces on hats and
winter coats
there is this secret that we keep
that we bring even to our death
it is this secret that makes us what we are
others miss us
because we have never told them
the trees wish to look inside the nests
where birds have already flown away
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A World Apart
She walks in my room,
Closes the door,
She looks in my eyes,
and find's the person I've been searching for,
And darling I miss you,
Yeah I miss you,
So much...
What is this world that we're living in?
Why can't we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
She's like a glass of water,
in the middle of night yeah,
Cos you're onto something,
She makes me feel alright,
And darling I miss you,
Yeah I miss you,
So much...
What is this world that we're living in?
Why cant we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
The end
The end
Darling forgive me,
I'm changing,
So much...
What is this world that we're living in?
Why cant we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
What is this world that we're living in?
Why cant we just be friends?
What is this world that we're dreaming in?
Does this have to be the end?
Darling I miss you
So much...
song performed by by Inme
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Pathways Of Life
i walk the
straight path and no
one noticed me,
the straight path
is the most ordinary one
you can have here
at first it was boring
when no one
notices you
so i tried the twisted
path
the one that is crooked
from bottom to
top
the old women scolded
me and the old men said
i am a
big disappointment
the men and women of my
generation
still did not mind
they are busy
taking their own paths
and these are the
paths
which are neither crooked
nor straight
sometimes we look at each
other
and we nod
without saying a word
we feel
that we perfectly understand
each other
all along
there are paths you know
which are neither wrong
nor right
they simply have to
be trodden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I see Africa
When i stand afar i see
nearer than ever
When i echo my fear
makes them bold
My race make me
speak in subdue, yet
i am proud to call
Africa my Africa
Eventhrough untied state
of Africa refuse to see
nearer than ever,
i still believe Africa is my
Africa no-matter what.
Oh great Marcus Garvey
my Africa brother, surely
Africa will remain Africa till the world dying days.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Hope may be... (edited) (please comment E.L.A project)
Hope may Be..
Hope may be: us teenagers and our decisions in life; us teenagers in high schools and universities; us teenagers and the struggle of fitting in this big scary world.
Hope is us teenagers and our choice to proceed to new passages.
Hope may be: the kids of this world; hope is the kids and their decision of which route to take in the long run; hope is them kids who will eventually turn this world around.
Hope may be: our parents and what they want for us in life, hop is our parents and the turn we make within the paths they shaped for us.
Hope is the light we need when were overwhelmed by the darkness that over takes our minds and souls; hope is the barrier to protect us from the bad and evil; hope is border between forgetting and forgiving.
Hope gives “elders” a reason to believe that the “dumb teenagers of today” will hold this world together another century.
Hope is a different idea to me than it is to you; hope is different to all of us. Hope is many things; hope is me and you- hope is all of us.
poem by Sam Hussin
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The Path So Straight
The path that is ridden with filth
Needs to be replaced by structures
That sound and appear like treasure,
To be stored in the laps of the children.
A path needs to be straight,
Your direction is plain;
Plain words are muttered by passers-by,
Reiterating the destination without need.
A real path sways and returns crooked,
Laughing like an argument as it progresses;
The progress of a man’s life
Is like the journey on a straight path.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Path of Hope
The Path of Hope
The Path of Life is layed before you
Life is like a novel…It has elements
It has Characters
It has Settings
It has a Plot
It has Ideals and Morals
Like Friendship and Love
Like Faith and Sacrifice
Like Fate and Destiny
Like Hope and Despair
There are Paths…Paths of your destiny
The Path of Good or The Path of Evil
The Path of Darkness or The Path of Light
The Path of Hope or The Path of Despair
Only you can choose your path
But chose wisely…For you can’t turn back time
You must follow your heart…For it will guide you
Never give up on your dreams
Always Believe…Trust your heart
Don’t let the bad people get you down
Just Believe,
Trust your Heart,
Have Faith in your Dreams,
Have Hope in the Despair,
Follow the Light in the Darkness
Find the Euphoria in the Sorrows,
Trust your Friends,
Follow the Stars…They will Guide you
May the Stars be a Light for you when all other Lights go out
Life is like a Novel…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Let me say that the path I did take for a brief period of my life was not of reckless drug use, hurting others, but it was a path of quiet rebellion, of a little experimentation of a darker side of my confusion in a confusing world, lost in the midst of finding my identity.
quote by Jennifer Capriati
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I Miss You
I miss you…
but not the you
that you are now
I miss the you that I used to know
Not the you that’s
Changed somehow
I miss the one,
with the smile
bright as the sun
I miss the you
that could make me feel
As if I were the only one
I miss your leg tight against mine
in the front seat
of my ol' Chevy
I miss the you that I could take to
lonely country roads
down by the levee
The one that I couldn’t
Get out of my car, tho’ I didn’t
Really try too hard anyhow
I miss you…really, really
Miss you…just not the you
That you are now
poem by David Whalen
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