These Words Are Meant For You
So there is no confusion let clarity clarify here
these words on this page are meant for you;
you.
Strung along these lines are precious intents
longing longings from down deep where souls converse,
floodings of sentiments traversing time and distance all
forming a straight line to you.
Gratitude is the staff that allows me to walk and write-
bread given me by you
sustains;
for clarity's sake
understand
these words are meant for you;
you.
Time and distance, acquaintance
and daily externals and such
mean less than these
soul exchanges proffered.
These words are meant for you;
yes you.
In the interstices words allow
in the hurried moments
where emotions and ideas fly
there is only I you and the written page
and that is enough
These words are meant for you-J
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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When I Write These Lines
when i write these lines it is as good as
thrown paper, some words are written but
they are meant to be discarded because they have
occupied much of sadness
worn out memories
overused mumblings
they are meant to be crumpled
and thrown away
this one, this one is not meant to be kept
it is written
but meant simply to be deleted
some words are meant to be said
and be forgotten
because of pain and because they do not mean anything anymore.
goodbye lines, goodbye
take your time, there will be a little waiting
until another fool takes you in
another poet in the state of an inevitable
writer's block
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I mean you
Yes you, I have always meant you
Because you do not just go away
This time
Of my lonely hour you come like
A persistent dream that does not
Leave me, I ask
Why?
Yes, you, I have always meant you,
I know
It is not enough to say the words
You like to hear
I understand
It makes the difference when you
Touch my hand
Kiss my lips
Slide your hands in my pants
And feel me
There
I know more shall be demanded
When I say the words
You do not want them
You need me
In this hour of loneliness
Yes, you, I mean you
My love
I will hold you still even if
I am dead
Even if my spirit does not know what
Flesh is all about
Yes, you, I have always meant you
I cannot touch you now,
Let me whisper then
The words you want to hear
This time
It is not my mouth that will speak.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unwritten Words
There is so many things I need to say,
There is this unwritten words that I can not understand,
Who is this girl who had become the girl she is not,
What is this unwritten words say,
How do I know if this was meant to be,
How can I understand something that wasn’t meant to be read,
Unwritten words that shall not say,
Unwritten words that shall not be read,
What is this,
What am I doing,
Why can’t I just read the unwritten words that are meant to be said by me,
Why am I out of place,
What does it mean,
Why am I confused about this unwritten words,
These words that can not be read,
These feelings can not be controlled,
Please tell me what this unwritten words say.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Only Tears
Only tears are meant to fall
Only once and that is all
And when you start to lose the fight
And nothing else will make it right
Only hearts are meant to break
And when you make that last mistake
And everything you tried to say
But all the words got in the way
Only God can hear you now
When you make that final vow
Say the words and say them loud
Say the words that make you proud
And when you lose someone you depend upon
Only tears will fall
And when you need a friend I will send you one
Only tears are meant to fall
Only tears are meant to fall
Only once and that is all
Only tears are meant to fall
Only once and that is all
Only tears are meant to fall
Only once and that is all
Only tears are meant to fall
Only once and that is all
song performed by by Omd
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Will The Words Come Back?
Words slip off our pen
like warm butter off a knife.
They fall in unison across the page
with everything we write.
Then one day the words don’t flow
in unison like they used to before.
They have no rhythm within them
and just become no more than words.
We look at what we’ve written
and there is no bounce in them.
The words become no more than words
once written by a creative hand.
There is no meaning in what they say
they have no heart anymore.
They are just words written on a page
with no rhyme or reason for them being there.
Some call it a writer’s block;
others call it stagnation of the mind.
The creative juices fall away to nothing,
no spark to be kindled,
no emotions to be released,
no protests to be made,
no stories to be assembled
like a jigsaw in your mind.
Just an empty pen with words
that don’t make sense anymore.
Struggles without feeling,
ideas leading nowhere
on a spiralling downward turn.
You are no longer a writer,
your creativity is gone
and the only question you have,
will the words come came back?
13 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Words
Flowery words may tickle the ears; even delight the person who hears.
Flowery words are not what I choose, if you desire to just be amused.
For I am truly not a poet my friend, and poetry is not my ultimate end.
Poetry is simply my chosen venue, this to share God’s Truth with you.
The words of men who went before, these are the words I underscore.
They may not be the poet’s choice, but they echo that important voice,
That one who spoke words of Life, The Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Words echoed today for you and I, and this long after our Savior died.
Words of Truth are what I impart, hoping to comfort or change a heart.
Changing souls one heart at a time, for this is Christ’s humble design.
His words are not meant to enthrall, but be a hope and comfort for all.
The words not meant to entertain, but address the issue of sin’s stain.
I will continue to write as I’m moved, for friend I have nothing to prove.
And friend you have nothing to lose, as it is His Truth that you choose.
His words of Truth are tried and true, the words that I share with you.
My friend, the end of each poem, for me, is one page closer to home.
It is simply a poem at the start, but then The Spirit moves in my heart,
And The Spirit’s words fill my pen, with The Savior’s hope for all men.
As I echo all these men of the past, it is a Hope that will eternally last.
When I enter my heavenly abode, a place above I’ll forever call Home.
(Copyright ©03/2006)
Words on paper
Words on paper
~
Just words on paper
Where a story is told
An emotion revealed
Or a love laid to rest
Where a dream begins
An ambition is spoken
Perhaps a whim of fancy
Takes charge of the pen
To write what is written
Letters forming words
Shapley and beautiful
Expressions of a soul
Or a mind at play
There across the page
Words on paper
Written to have their say
poem by Matthew Holloway
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They've Chosen To Be Winners
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant,
They've improved.
Sticking to a purpose with a focused aimed
With minds more open.
And those attitudes changed.
A new day dawning has to them been sent.
To send defensive motives flushed,
With their fluxing minds now rinsed.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They have chosen to be winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant they've improved.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They are winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
To now say and to claim that they are...
Winners.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken Words
Your sweet little hands
Brush right past me
Sometimes you dont understand
Why you cant reach
I bite when I dont want to bend
How silent I can be
So she is silent too
Shes the one who saw my words
Broken, torn at the seams
And broken words were all she heard
Now shes walking away from me
Some never meant
And some meant well
The difference between us is so
Hard to tell
I was so shaken but now
All I see
Is everything she meant to me
song performed by by Finger Eleven
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Get the Hint?
If you read my words,
You wouldn't have to ask
What it is I meant.
If, indeed, you say you understand...
What you confess to me makes little sense.
If one comprehends,
A flow that is out of the box.
Where does the conflict begin to start?
If you say you understand,
With your head and heart!
If you read my words,
You wouldn't have to ask
What it is I meant.
Unless you are seeking more from me?
Like if I brush my teeth,
With regular toothpaste...
Or if it is scented with mint!
Since nothing else you have said thus far,
Does not entice me to ask you...
To move in with me and share paying my rent.
It you are reading my words,
You should know by now...
Being alone to me is not lonely!
And my peace of mind has been heaven sent.
Get the hint?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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I Meant To Tell You
I meant to tell you, everything you meant to me,
But i couldn't find enough words, you see?
Nothing in the universe could tell you how i feel,
Pinching myself everytime you smile,
Wordering if it's real.
If i found all the words i've wanted to say,
I doubt it'll stop you,
Or change your way...
Would you still want to hear them? ....
Paper, Only for a Limited Time
Paper, blank and empty
A metaphor only meant for loneliness
White as new born snow
Lets add some words
To make a prophesized poem
Words, only meant for rhetorical use
Clouds that clear, only meant to hide the blue
The living, moving ocean that is our sky
Words, only meant for questioning
What are words but meaning
Clearing clouds, our living pulse bleeds through
Now this blank piece of paper
Has a shadow, and my shadow -combine
Lets make music together
Beautiful, wonderful, majestic music
Lets be music together-
And dance our hearts to something holy
Paper, blank and empty
But easily filled to create art
Art that can change the world
Turn it upside down, or nothing
Paper, blank and empty
But only for a limited time.
poem by Troy Clark
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Working on the value of words
Working on the value of words
~
some words require more
more than being spoken
written, read or listened to
some words need feeling
given their own soul
a touch of emotion
some words fall easily
across the page
or off the tongue
like a catchphrase
meaning almost nothing
words without value
spoken to be heard
said and not listened to
or written and missed
all without feeling
give words emotion
soul, fire and life
give words value
work the next line
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Isn't Simplicity Easy
If my words are read for content,
Why do some believe...
Other interpretations are meant?
As if there is something to define,
Between the lines.
As if there are clues,
Deep hidden in secret...
AND up my sleeve!
If my words are meant for content,
Why do some miss the obvious?
'Come on children.
Today we are taking a field trip.
Hold my hand! '
Why isn't simplicity easy for some to see?
And if I chose to write something abstract,
And detached from most lives...
I would receive standing ovations,
For the innovation of it all!
'And over there,
We see an interracial couple...
Doing 'interracial' things,
Interracially.
And over there...
We see some people closer to their pet animals,
Than to their own children, family and friends.
And way over there...
Can most of you see those folks being respectful?
That's how all of this should be done!
Any questions before we go back to take the quiz?
Good.
I am glad this has been worth time spent! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Piece of Heaven for Me
I've read your words almost everyday
Sometimes they take my breath away
Sometimes they ignite deep within
Sometimes they make my head spin
Sometimes a little tearing din
Sometimes between the lines I fill-in
So many emotions long repressed
and sensations longing to acquiesce
I know now that I can survive
For your words make me know I'm alive
Your gift you give is straight from your heart
and gratitude to you is off the charts
No words adequate to express to thee
Always coming back for more you see
It's a piece of heaven for me
(8 Aug 2007)
poem by by unknown author
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Never meant to
Never meant to
Call the twilight though I knew the beams
Peaceful soothing lulling asleep
Amidst the broken daylight's hands
When I saw Time was slipping away
I knew the lines will raise no heart
But I kept edging them to please the sunset
To make it reach that side of hill
Where sunsets never die
Where rays in love with day dimmed edges
Write down sharp visions of the fading lights
Never meant to
Call the midnights into my room
Even though I knew
When it's pitch silence the darkness surrenders
To the shimmering starlight out of the windows
Now lit with many a candle light
Never meant to but the minutes were shining
Against their clock hands and everything stopped
To rise to a new beginning
Never meant to
Call the lakes into the moonspeech
With a liquid language of waters forgotten
Balms of eternal oblivion listed
In all the names of all the hearts
Beating the words and sorrows away
Never meant to
But the tongue of mine tasted
First drops of silver
And I drank unaware wrapped in their bliss
The words might die but I'll never forget
No one can blame that on me
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Proposition
You cant have the flower without the root
You cant have the fire without the soot
Even a stripper needs her red tasseled suit
And we were meant to be
In every war the north needs the south
And everyone knows all assholes have a mouth
Without mystery what would writers talk about
And we were meant to be
An apple needs pits the way melons need seed
Your foot needs your arm and your arm needs your knee
And one of these days I know you will need me
We were meant to be, ooohhh, we were meant to be
Youre mothers an ogre your fathers a scamp
You wont see my parents honored on any stamp
But just like a bulb screws into a lamp
We were meant to be
The way the aids needs a vaccine, somewhere a vaccine needs
Aids, the way a victim needs life, a life needs to be saved
And out of all of this will come a better way
We were meant to be
So you can go to europe, los angeles or mars
You can stand on a building throwing cinder blocks on cars
You can practice deep voodoo, but like me youll see
We were meant to be, we were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be
song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The sentence of love...
Many thoughts live inside my head,
Yet quite often they go unsaid.
So many thoughts that were not spoken,
Were they merely just a token? ...
Were the thoughts that meant the most,
The ones I never got round to post?
Have I missed the chance to save us all?
I think the chances must be small...
For if those thoughts meant so much,
We should find a way to stay in touch.
Thought understands feelings in a way,
That mere words could never convey...
And just because these words go unsaid,
Does not mean to life that they are dead.
For special words have meaning so true,
The words I'm thinking of are 'I love you...'
So although the words I don't often say,
May not be heard each and every day.
When the sentence of love my head does start,
You shall live forever in my heart...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Words strung across the sky
Words strung across the sky
~
Words strung across the sky
Waiting to be heard
Talk of peace and love
Building a heavenly utopia
To aid our sleep, to ease our guilt
To answer a call to faith
Wealth matters not to words
The class of man falls away
The only judgment is by the self
The words chosen and used
The words listened to
It is people who make a place
And words which bring them together
Let them be written or spoken
As they are found
By the soul of man
poem by Matthew Holloway
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