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Arguments

Your are like
An unvanquished fortress.
Your scathing accuracy
Scares me sometimes.
The words are burning
In your mouth,
They have essence,
An intrinsic value
And a meaning
For unleashing my mind
And interweaving it with self.
The words you throw away
Are whipping up the ideas
And ripping off their meaning
To logical and illogical
Arguments.
They become swords
For cornering
The forces of the reason
And releasing them to self.
But when
I hold you with my eye sight
You totally transform yourself
Apparently into another person
And you simply tell me,
''I love you.''

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning

Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words

as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning

but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words

when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning

and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words

you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…

poem by Gert Strydom
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So that meaning gets an own reality

When words are superfluous,
loose their ability
to express love to you

I leave the translation
to my lips, mouth
and fingers

and when your artery
beats mysteriously against your neck
and I see dreams in your eyes

I suddenly know the meaning
of all the love cards in Cardies
how deep eye contact can bind,
that a person can find somebody special

at a place where you do not expect it,
how people can yearn for each other
when at strange places
they set eyes on each other
for the first time

and if life could be just as simple
words would be able to do miracles
could be equal to a kiss
would not disguise feelings or emotions
and would say the right things without fear.

When words steal meaning,
quenching that which is between us,
I say nothing while you are getting aroused
even less, when we are making love

so that meaning gets an own reality.

[Reference: Vertaling (Translation) by Johan Johl.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Words of Mine

My words are full of love for you
Never did I ever desire to hurt you with my words
No meaning my words hold, if they ended up hurting you
Only have desired to love you
It has only been you, whom I have loved so much
Sadly, words of mine are truly painful
Since, sorrow is a lot.
How can I tell you that my feelings are truthful for you?
Wish, I just wish that you knew the real meaning of my deep love for you
Every word of mine may appear false to you
However, how can my heart be false for you?
Heart of mine has always been crazy for you
Never did pray for anything else, but you
It is you whom I forever want to wake up in the morning with
My arms will hold you tightly, so that you can be mine
In love and with love, through my words, which desire to touch your soul
Why do you think that I hate you?
Trust me, I love you
Words of mine are full of love
Only love for you.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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The Meaning Of A Poem

THE MEANING OF A POEM

The meaning of a poem
Is written within the lines
And between them.
It is outside and around,
Under and above
Where the simple sense is.

The meaning of a poem surrounds and embeds it,
And forces it to twist and turn within and without itself,
In more directions than it itself knows.

The meaning of a poem burns-
And aches to show
Where the wound is.

Oh scars of words and simple singing melodies of light
Where is your balm of thunder and dawn, now?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Is Mumbling This Is Rambling

do not care to read me carefully, just skim over
some words that may call your preferential attention.
do not mind the smaller ideas, or the images that
you find hard to imagine. They may not be images
after all but just blotches of my stains, the negligence
of my trembling fingers, the lapses of my brains,
the slip of my tongues, the cliches of humanity,
seeking meaning in the meaninglessness of words.

this is mumbling, this is plain rambling
do not ever mind what i am writing. this is not about you.
or myself, or the society that like sheep simply graze on the grass
not knowing that on the next step is the landmine that kills them,

or why look for the meaning of loneliness in words or lines or poetry.
are you going home tonight? on a train. sit there. look over the window.
see the line of trees, do they shout at you? No.
and move your eyes, as though you are scrolling for names on the
cell phone, like roving camera, you do not have to look that far on the
20th person sitting across the other side.

someone is sitting next to you. listen to his silence.
feel the vibrations of all his problems. try to unmask the cover of his face.
are there words covering his face? none.

or if words cover his face and body, try reading them all silently.
most of the truths are not said. Not even written. You always see them
next to you. Be it on the train, the bus or the plane. Or simply when you
walk along the cemented paths of the park. Here comes another
lost soul. Talk to him. Do not write poetry.

this is mumbling this is plain rumbling. Do not speak poetry.
write them and let them cover your face. That is the best way to speak.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Silent Conversation With Myself

someone is sitting next to you. listen to his silence.
feel the vibrations of all his problems. try to unmask the cover of his face.
are there words covering his face? none.

this is mumbling this is plain rumbling. Do not speak poetry.
write them and let them cover your face.

That is the best way to speak.
This is what is life is all about.
Speechless. Alone always.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just A Random Poem

These words have no meaning to it
Yet we're typing it anyways
It's not about love, happiness, or sorrow
Yet it's about all those things
Love is not a game, but people still play
Happiness is all we want, but only few of us have it
Sorrow is in all of our hearts, but there is always someone out there to help us out
Like life these words have no meaning to it, yet it still does
Everyone is random in there own way, but thats okay
We see other peoples randomness, but we fail to see ours
But like everything, these words have no meaning,
Because this is Just A Random Poem

poem by Callum Tabone
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Heart Of Poetry

The mystery of words wisdom of the heart to each
angelic form, the voice of emotion in verse.

The melody of heart speak in words that feels the
emotion to express the deepness of feeling in the mind.

Thoughts of words flow to the emotion to make meaning,
to the essence that moves, sensitivity inside emotion
through the words.

Intellect of mind with the knowledge of experience power of
wisdom transcend to composition to unlock the perfect will of
words justify hidden truth.

The magnificent power compose words gives roots
blossom to the garden of heart and bring fruits to the heart of men.

Love kind words are power to win oneself to transform the
beauty of inside emotion to one particular individual.

The poetry, words of wisdom comes from inner motives of
good heart that gives us privilege to express the hidden
beauty of thoughts inside mind to put it in words.

The power to dominate inside individual for beauty and
wonder purpose of life.

poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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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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Air the love

“I love you, I love you” aired the words
It came back with sharpness of swords
It had cut across the mountains and came back with echo
It had sweetness and softness of black cuckoo

It had same magnitude and pulse
Words had come out with impulse
It needed some one honestly to hear
She must have heard it without any fear

I remembered golden words said so beautifully
I tried to grasp the meaning but couldn’t understand fully
May be it had deep meaning and I did not care
It was making me unhappy and leading no where

To love one another is simple and purest form
No one knows where it generates and come from
You need not love whole world and miss at home
See the reason behind, go for it and welcome

Were those words mere spoken for joy?
Was I out for it only to satisfy lust and enjoy?
It clearly said in short and conveyed the desire
There was no immediate response for me to admire

We can greet each other with smile
It may make us to think for while
Does the love have had so much potential?
Who prefers it first and put the initial?

Though I have lost all my dear ones in the crowd
I can’t open up freely and speak so loud
It may be wrong to expect anything from strangers
Love definitely makes the way and ward of any danger

You may pray for love and wealth
You may get money but loose the health
Money can be had later on in process
Failure in love may not save your face

I heard the love echo in isolation
It was exactly the same in revelation
It had deep impact on my mind
I was able to understand the meaning of its kind

Does the love rebound and send same waves?
Do we really fail to catch and cave in?
Is the love not universal to understand?
It doesn’t make foes but always friends

I touched my heart and decided to act fast
Love should be felt and to be heard till last
The sky is limited but horizons very vast
I should admit it and throw away the mask

It needs sincerity and in depth acceptance
You must express it with clear stance
Why do we hide it from people when it is real?
Give it fair trial and put the seal

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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