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World Wide Poets- Where Do We Go

where do we go when we have so much to say
and on deaf ears, my words do play.
where do we go when we are hurting inside
and the pain you can't relieve, no matter how you try.
where do you go when the words scream to be free
and no one to touch except you or me.
you know there are worldwide poetry sites
and at each one you must be strong
and willing to fight.
these words and feelings that you have locked up inside
are tired of crying and wanting to hide.
so write your words and see who will respond
and have them break your chains, your bonds.

poem by Louis Rams
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Words Get In The Way

I realize youre seeing someone new
I dont believe she knows you like I do
Your temperamental moody side, the one you always try to hide from me
But I know when you have some thing on your mind
Youve been trying to tell me for the longest time
And before you break my heart in two,
Theres something Ive been trying to say to you
But the words get in the way
Theres so much I want to say
But its locked deep inside and if you look in my eyes,
We might fall in love again.
I wont even start to cry, and before we say goodbye
I tried to say I love you
But the words got in the way
Your heart has always been an open door
But baby I dont even know you any more
And despite the fact its hurting me,
I know the time has come to set you free
But the words get in the way
Theres so much I want to say
But its locked deep inside and if you look in my eyes,
We might fall in love again
I wont even start to cry, and before we say goodbye
I tried to say I love you, but the words got in the way
Im trying to say I love you
But the words get in the way

song performed by by Gloria Estefan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Words of liberation for my nation

Chains of slavery are still over my people.
Notorious minds still over power innocent minds.
What can free the black child, what can free my nation?
I ask in pain and suffering in the dark jail cells,
What can free me from mental slavery?
How to know right from wrong?
How to think free and build a free society?
The solution is in the words of liberation, the words of wisdom.

I write and recite a revolution, my revolution my poetry.
I do n’t need praises or worship but only recognition and understanding of the people to words of liberation, understanding of poetry.
I stand before you to present poetry,
I stand before you to present the words of liberation to my nation.

Poetry that builds, poetry that destroys.
Poetry that destroyed the impious minds of colonists in Rhodesia.
I speak of poetry that built freedom in South Africa.
When I speak of poetry I mean the true meaning of words.
Words of wisdom,
Words of freedom,
Words of liberation,
Words to free my nation.

The words of liberation to my nation
Words of liberation to free my generation
Poetry-poetry-poetry-poetry-poetry.

poem by zimi Nakeni
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Words

we open the doors to worlds unknown
when we sit and read.
words help us to travel
this earth far and wide
even makes us soar high into the sky.

words can tell us of the past
the present, and even the future.
if we only look
inside a book.

words to make a contract
words to make a vow
all these words
we can use right now.

words tell your feelings, your thoughts, desires, passions
likes, dislikes, fears, joys
but most of all, love can express the love you have within.

for a mother, father, sister, brother
for a man or a woman.
your chest becomes overwhelmed
with the feeling that you have inside.
a love that you can not hide.

a love so strong that it consumes your soul
a beautiful wonder to behold.
for it rises higher than the highest mountain
and deeper than the deepest sea.
when you say those special words
'you belong to me'.

words sharpen the mind to all that is done
like the rising of the sun.

if we could not see or hear words,
it would be like living in darkness.
and never learning to appreciate
what we was given.

so these words i write today
expresses what i want to say.
without words we could not live
and that my friend
would be a down right sin.

poem by Louis Rams
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An Introduction To A Poetry Book

Poetry Is More Than Mere Words,
i agree
mere words do not make poetry
it is the mixture
of night
and day
and day
and night
when
you think of yourself
and the other
when the night
dragged
so slowly
and you forget
that
morning has arrived
like
an unwanted visitor
of you party

it's a profound expression of what's inside oneself.

oh yes, it is always the inside
that matters
myself wanting to get out
from the cave
of innocence
and assume
the form
of a bird
wanting to fly away and never come back
since
there is no home
anymore to
speak of

It's an impressive play of words with meaning and
depth through which the author shares his feelings,
thoughts,
and
ideas.

i agree, it is sharing
above all, reaching to others who take the same
walk with you
angst
depression
joys
bliss
nu mbness
and feelings
of guilt

a confession

Through poetry, he conveys his innermost self -
putting them into vivid
and vibrant verses
that tell stories,
express sentiments,
and speak of lives.

In this kaleidoscope of poems,
he gives focus on everything
and anything there is,
making this poetry
as diverse as life itself.

Enjoy

these poems, and

you'll find yourself inspired

to write your own.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Right Here

You dont ever wanna see my face again
But inside you know that its never gonna end
Bitter memories tell me
You cant help yourself
For hurting me again
But I can rationalize
Youre different
cos youve changed
You know what you have now
But how can I tell
I break down but I have never seen your tears
I talk straight but your words are never clear
If what youre looking for
Is someone you can hide from
Im right here
No matter what you said I dont listen to a word
I know you by now and hwo you love me
Sometimes hurts
I can take the pain
As long as theres someone
Waiting at the end
I believe youre running
From something you cant see
And I know its not me
But how how, how can I tell........
I break down but I have never seen your tears
I talk straight but you words are never clear
If what youre looking for
Is someone you can hide from
Im right here
Bitter memories tell me
You cant help yourself
From hurting me again
But I can rationalize
Youre different
cos youve changed
You know what you have now
But how can I tell
I break down but I have never seen your tears
I talk straight but your words are never clear
If what youre looking for
Is someone to hide from
Im right here

song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Fun Or Fate Poetry Writing?

Poetry writing has become a matter of fun!
With play of words many indulge in this fun;
Fun without fact will make poetry quite inept.
Fun or fate, some write poetry with true fact!

There are many things for them to have fun,
But it has become easy to play in poetry sites.
Also there are comments, voting and ranking;
These make them play this game regularly!

Fact is some are born poets in these sites also!
It is quite true some become poets sooner here!
Also it happens that some are branded as poets!
So goes the survival of these sites by this fun!

No poetry can survive long without fun and fact;
Fun or fate, poetry has become a part of life ever!

poem by Ramesh T A
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If I Dont Tell You Now

Ooh ooh oh yeah
I kept it inside for the longest time and I cant keep keeping it
All this love thats inside of my heart
Maybe its safer not to say that I care
Maybe this road wont lead me anywhere
But if I dont tell you now (if I dont tell you now)
I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again)
To tell you that I need you, tell you what Im feeling
If I keep these feelings in
And if I dont say the words (if I dont say the words)
How will you hear whats inside my heart
How will you know then
If I dont tell you now
Ohhh
Id do anything to be in your dreams and I cant stand standing by
With this dream thats inside my heart(heart)
Maybe Im only gonna make a mistake
And theres a chance maybe my heart will break
But if I dont tell you now (if I dont tell you now)
I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again)
To tell you that I need you, tell you what Im feeling
If I keep these feelings in
And if I dont say the words (if I dont say the words)
How will you hear whats inside my heart
How will you know then
If I dont tell you now
Ooooooh
How will you know youre inside my soul
Oh its driving me crazy
Cause you dont see, youre the world to me
Im so afraid to see
The way that I feel for you
If I dont tell you now (if I dont tell you now)
I may never get the chance again (I may never get the chance again)
To tell you that I need you, tell you what Im feeling
If I keep these feelings in
And if I dont say the words (if I dont say the words)
How will you hear whats inside my heart
How will you know then
If I dont tell you now
Ohhhh ohhhh
If I dont tell you now

song performed by by Ronan Keating
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Loosing Control

Your translucent metaphors
Make my blue words to become
Seeds of a mirrored thinking.
My words need your metaphors to scream,
While emerging from their painful cage.
They need to be washed
Again and again
In the Light downpour.
My words need to be loved, sweetheart,
Their mad escape happens
Sometimes, in haste.
You can make them to get out
By being so well
Mixed with hate and pain.
My words may bite your lips
In a love kiss, baby.
My words need the blood of your love.
Moreover,
They need to breathe your love
In loosing control.
Your words are leaves,
Sometimes,
Being carried off their knowledge to spread
Inside of me
For changing something-
Your very red, orange and yellow words,
Preceding the white silence of our winter.
Your words, my love,
Can become icy cubs slipping into my hot mouth
To kill my silence.
In-between dark and light,
In our secret dawns,
You make me miss their sweet touch
Inside of me
In making them to be
Love.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Words

Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend

poem by Nic Hillen
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THEY ARE POETS TOO, You are a poet!

THEY ARE POETS TOO, You are a poet!

THOSE who misspell
And those who are still coping up
With their metaphors
The techniques
Of rhyme & beat
Those who think
They do not
Know how to
Write poetry
And those
Who fear
What to say
What to write
What the others say
About their poetry
And those that doubt
Their writing
Abilities
Their thoughts

Their feelings
Their feelings
Their feelings
Yes
Yes
Their feelings

Or those who simply
Fear that they may only
Be displeasing
And disappointing

And those whose
Sense of confidence
About this thing
This poetry
This poem thing
Those that still
Hide what they
Feel to what they
Think

Is prose

Those who think that
Their life
Is not worth
Sharing in the
The beat and
Rhyme of poetry

Behold
The mere thought
About life
About a beating heart
The pulse
The eyes that blink
The fingers fidgety
That type the words

Of feelings
Of feelings
Yes
Yes
About feelings
It is all about feelings

The genuine feelings
Of your life
You type them
Each word
To another word
A chain of words
A long chain of words

Like playing the music
To the piano keys
Like strumming
The strings of a
Flamenco guitar

A certain music
A certain beat
To the sound
Of your computer keys
Hear the beat
And the rhyme
Of your computer keys
Each word
To another word
To a chain of words
To a longer chain of words
You are running a chain of feelings
You are chasing a chain of feelings long chained in your hearts wanting to be free

To be free
To be free
Yes
Yes
You, feeling to be free to run free to be all free

Like you were scattering red rose petals to this pedestal
Like you were sprinkling waters to this garden
Like you were splashing waters in the sea
Like you were bathing playing dancing in the rain
Like you were humming a tune to a trek on a hill
Like you were making love with your beloved the whole night

Behold
A poet in you is born

Behold
You are typing
A poem

You are
Feeling

And you are
By all means

Now a poet

I hereby baptize you
With that name.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetry To Me

What is poetry to me- it is words of beauty-words of life
Words of love, pain and sacrifice.
Words of showing and growing and needing and feeding
Words of hope and despairs, wanting and cares.

Poetry takes you into the minds of mankind
From days of old to the present time.
Poetry takes you on trips that you've never been before
And opens up every door.

Poetry becomes a longing, a want, a desire, a need
On which your mind must feed.
It becomes a life within itself
And takes you to the heavens and down to hell.

Poetry becomes a flaming desire
And only writing can put out this fire.
I call it my passion while others say it's my obsession
Yet! No matter what they may think or say
Poetry is here to stay.

So many different types of poetry
For the different minds 'you see'.
You will always find one that will give you meaning
From a loving heart to one that's bleeding.

Jump on the bandwagon and take a hold
For with poetry ' life unfolds'.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Stupid Stuff You Say To Me

The stupid stuff you say to me all in fun
But it still hurts
Coming from a friend
Makes it that much worse
I'm crying on the inside
Your laughing on the out
Making jokes and laughings easy
When you don't know what its about
So cruel to do to someone
Knowing that they're in pain
Trying so hard to laugh it off
Is like trying to stop the rain
You try to make fun of everything
But sometimes its just not right
You need to learn the difference
Someday your words could end the fight
The fight between good and bad
Words can turn the day to night
Those simple words could end the fight
Between someone's death and someone's life

poem by Mistaken Identity Suicidal Tendancy
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I Know Your Heart…

From your poetry
I know your heart
Words that heal or
Tear things apart

Words from fear
Uncertainty, doubt
Poetic words that
Unite, block out

Words of love,
Reverence, hope
Tiny words or
Large in scope

Words wisely chosen
Words that cause pain
And damaged feelings
Over and over again

Next time your mouth opens
Check heart before you speak
For things always go better
When one withholds critique

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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I Write Poetry

I write not poetry for the poor
for tears from their swelled up eyes
smudge and erase my words,

I write poetry not for the rich
for the splotches from their fat and cheese
hide my lines of wise,

I write poetry for not men to read
for in their skirmishes, poems are trashes
like beans spilled in pond full of slush,

I write poetry for the men not to read
for poems are little words, little music
little cry that the men cant touch or destroy,

poem by Saranyan Bee
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The Poems Went Away

THE POEMS WENT AWAY

The poems went away.
Nothing inside.
An empty will for poetry
Forcing words on the page,
Words without music
Without resonance
Without great implication
Meaning.

Write, write, write
Lest you die.
And the words themselves
A kind of desperate uphill catching of breath
On the page.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Devil's Advocate

if you are tired with words,
why do use the words yourself?

why am i using words myself?
why?

because we are far from each other now.
because i cannot touch you.
because i am a slave of the word.
because i can never be free.
because i am not at all human
without the word itself.

the irony is here. Let me hide then.
the paradox is here. Let me live.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anxiety Is Not A Poem

ANXIETY IS NOT A POEM

Anxiety is not a poem-
Fear is not one either-
Yet inside
Needing some relief
Words come as Balm-

Only they cannot be just words
They must sing inside themselves
And bring an inner Joy in Beauty –

Only Poetry true Poetry words of Poetry
Can help now-

And whether they are in these lines or not,
I hope, but do not know.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Like To Think That All These Are But A Game Of Words

that is the impression from the beginning
when i started to scribble
word, and more words, i assured her that they do not
mean anything at all just
words, and words and more words

that even a sunflower wilting and spreading all the seed on her feet
are nothing too but words and more words
nothing to grow nothing to expect like a sprouting something

thus my loneliness, i again assure here, is nothing but a word
my way of taking solitude on the other side to save myself
is another word, and she of course, did not believe me saying

there is more to these words, there is fire in them and i see you burning
there is the sun inside them and the letters glow and the

there is smoke rising from the heads of vowels
from the nonspeaking consonants

i keep hiding the flowers
i bury those that are alive in the silence of my pretensions

until one day she grips me like she is a knife wanting to stab me
and then she stabbed me right in my throat and there i bleed

words, words, and more words coming from the slit
bloody words, and she was convinced, until death, ... and then i vanish.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My mental pain

The pain inside me
The mental pain inside me
Makes physical pain seem like a walk in the park
But that’s just half
Of this story
Do you know how it feels for no one to hear you screaming
Its like time stood still
I’ve lost it… oh well
Time is now standing still
Why should one heart feel so much pain
And who will be the death of me
How long will It take for you to see
The damage, the carnage
Your words, your actions
have done to me
You words, your actions
Cause the pain inside me
Your words, your actions
Cause the mental pain inside me

poem by EmOzEd johnston
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A Poem Speaking 4 U

how is poem..?

not Thing is thear...

ALL ARE WORDS

SOME WORDS NICE

SOME WORDS SPICE

SOME WORDS NOTHING

SOME WORDS LOVELY

SOME WORDS BEAUTYFUL

SOME WORDS HUNGRY

SOME WORDS ANGRY

THATS ALL...

WRITE IT

LOVE IT...

THIS IS FOR OTHERS

U ARE READ YOURS...

THATS ALL

TAKE A LITTLE SMILE

LIFE IS THIS..

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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