0006 If only
If only
everyone about to pull the trigger of a gun
imagined the shell hitting his own family
what a world
if only
everyone remembered how they loved
their teddy bears or dolls, asking nothing back from them
and lived like this for the rest of their lives
what a world
if only
we could keep the environment as clean and happy
as the seaside
what a world
if only
everyone who cut down a tree
planted a tree in its place
what a world
if only
you would add your own deepest hopes to this poem
and all your friends agreed
what a poem
what a world
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Poem To Change The World
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
A world with barbwire fences
Try to cross and you get stuck
You get pinned and you can’t come back
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would take those barbwire fences down
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
With spotlights that blind rather than show the way
You have to look away
With spots in your eyes you cannot see
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would turn those spot lights away
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
Airplanes that get you there if you can pay the fair
If you’re poor, you will work hard but go no where
Those who fly, are they thankful to the sky
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would make this world fair
I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
What is worse is war
And it is over there, where we send our children
There is nothing here but fear
Ya
I wish I could write a poem that make that no more
How much longer will the birds and trees
have to put up with our dirty breeze
All the water in this world
someday none of it will be safe to drink
If I could just write a poem that would clean up this mess
poem by Roger Harkness
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Clean Up The World
Clean Up The World
Where have we gone?
We’ve drifted away
Too many years
Nothin’ to say
Too many years
Intentional lies
Too many years
Collegiate-laundered hipplets
Drivin’ us to demise
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Along came McRonald
We got in its way
Too many years
Puppeteers played
Too many years
Stealing us blind
Too many years
Of totalitarians smothering us from the right
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Their Wall Street money’s been holdin’ us fast
Ideals shallow and vain
They sell us all just to make it last
Revolution of ‘89 today
We got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its cage
Self-centered cosmos
Material gain
Too many years
Deflecting their blame
Too many years
Stuffin’ their cart
Too many years
Deceit inside the head
Instead of love in their heart
Got to clean up the world, clean up the world
Clean up the world, clean up the world
We’ve got to put that yuppie back in its grave
Copyright 1992 Will Fiala
poem by Will Fiala
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What Is It To Be In The World
WHAT IS IT TO BE IN THE WORLD,
What is it to be in the world,
Just to be in the world?
To look and see light
To feel in one’s walking
That this sky, this green park
Is Joy enough,
And does not need words
Needs no poem
Just is?
What is it to be in the world
And just be happy to live
Without having to justify it
With a poem
Which no one will read anyway?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Without A Tree
A world without a Tree
Would be a World without me
It would be a World I wouldn't know
A place where beauty isn't shown.
Where dreams and rainbows are not made.
And every moment is a lifeless day.
A World without a Seed
Not being planted to grow a Tree
To shade the head from sun or rain
Or to stare at it's beauty everyday.
A Treeless life would be a darkened sky.
And would be as meaningless as a hopeless lie.
A world without a Tree
Would be a World without a Leaf,
Rainbow parks would all be gone
Along with the Children dancing on the lawn.
With songs of the birds no longer sung.
While colorful paintings no longer hung.
A World without a Seed
Would be a World without a breeze
To enter the Trees to release the Leaves
Then to enter my soul, then to free me.
A barren World upon a rock.
Where my Soul and I be forever lost.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The World Is a Poem
Scrutinize around you and see poem
See poem in the air
See poem in the sky
See poem in the sea
See poem in plants
See poem in man
See poem from man
See poem in his eyes
See poem in his love
See poem in life
See poem in death…
Now what is a poem?
Poem is nature
Nature is the world
And The world is a poem.
poem by Chinonso Uche
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I Wrote This Poem And That Poem And Another Poem Again
I WROTE THIS POEM AND THAT POEM AND ANOTHER POEM AGAIN
I wrote this poem and that poem and another poem again
The world of poetry was open to me
And I could go on and on in it
It was a dream come true
A world which opened when I moved through it
A place I wanted to be
A place of beauty and peace and spirit and imagination
A good good place
The world of poetry was open to me
And as I wrote my way through it
I felt God had given me a gift of life
And I should at least know enough to be grateful for it-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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World In The World
Music by a. topuntoli/g.randone
Lyrics by a. topuntoli/g.randone/m.gabutti
Mixed by:mauro di deco
When the world will fall apart,
And it feels like theres no air,
Theres a place where you can run
To see your problems left behind.
When your faith seems locked away,
And the grey is all you see,
Theres a place waiting for you
And that nobody can invade.
Your world in the world.
Where theres nothing wrong.
Your world in the world.
Where you feel at home.
Your know this world
Will never,
Never let you,
Never let you down.
Your world in the world.
Where it never rains.
Your world in the world.
Where you put your friends.
Your know this world
Will never,
Never let you,
Never let you down.
Your world in the world.
When the world is just a haze
And you cant work out this maze.
Theres a place where you can go
To feel that everythings alright.
When the going starts to hurt
And you feel youre on the floor.
Theres a place waiting for you
And that nobody can invade.
Your world in the world.
Where it never rains.
Your world in the world.
Where you put your friends.
Your know this world
Will never,
Never let you,
Never let you down.
Your world in the world.
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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What a World
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Were even a young child
Is afraid of going home
A world in which a man
Will take innocence from a child
Now their lives are lived in fear
The memories going wild
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Where you'll only be accepted
If your a f***ing clone
A world so full of s***
A world so full of lies
Can you spot the liars?
Can you see it in their eyes?
A world where self expression
Is pushed and made to fall
Despised and destroyed
To boost the egos of them all
A world where daddys hit
A world where mommys scream
Both killing their children
Killing their hopes killing their dreams
A world that makes you crazy
But does that make me insane?
A world thats without morals
A world thats without shame
A world that seems so dark
A world that seems so cold
A world that kills the young
A world that scars the old
A world that kills our hopes
Shoots them out of the sky
A world that kills us all
And makes us want to die.
poem by Jocelynn Halbauer
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I Would Write A Quiet Poem
I WOULD WRITE A QUIET POEM
I would write a quiet poem.
There is so much noise in the world.
A poem to be read in silence
A poem to give comfort and rest
A poem of peace
Of mind and soul.
A quiet poem
Against all the furies and pains of this world
A poem of peace
Restful as the most bliss-filled sleep.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When the poem comes
When the poem comes
And you are alive again
And you know there is some meaning in what you do-
When the poem comes
And all you are begins to sing
And your heart and mind open up before the world -
And you believe again in yourself and your world-
When the poem comes
Oh what a joyful world and life it is then again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem I Did Not Write Today
THE POEM I DID NOT WRITE TODAY
The poem I did not write today
Will never be written.
No one knows what it is
Or where it is
'How it can be? ' is another question
No one can answer.
The poem I did not write today
Never went away
It is always here with me and with you
It is the same simple poem
Written over and over again
In our everyday minds.
It is the poem of love of life
The poem of happiness
The poem of belief in God
And in the goodness in the world to come
It is the poem which believes too that poetry will help save the world.
It is the good poem
The happy poem
The poem I did not write today
Is the poem my life is writing now and always
And with you it says
‘What a miracle it is that we are here
reading and writing
and loving life as we do’.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What's In It For Me?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE TIME FOR TWITTER AND FACEBOOK, BUT NONE FOR THEMSELVES OR OTHERS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE A HUNDRED 'FRIENDS' ON FACEBOOK,
BUT NOT EVEN TEN IN REAL LIFE
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE EMOTE WITH EMOTICONS BUT NOT WITH THEIR FACES,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE PREFER TO WRITE 'LOL' RATHER THAN ACTUALLY LAUGHING OUT LOUD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR COMPUTER MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LIVE THEIR LIVES MORE ONLINE THAN OFF IT,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN SPOT THE ERROR IN SOMEONE'S TYPING BUT CANNOT SPOT A TEAR IN A FRIEND'S EYE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN GROW ANY CROP ONLINE BUT CANNOT EVEN PICK UP A SPADE IN REAL LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE RELISH THE FOOD AT MCDONALDS AND DOMINOS, BUT CRIB OVER HOME COOKED FOOD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE ARE READY TO KILL FOR A FEW SHREDS OF PAPER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE KILL IN THE NAME OF RELIGION,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE A MAN IS READY TO KILL HIS BROTHER OVER PROPERTY AND MONEY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF MONEY IS MORE THAN THE VALUE OF LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE LIVING A LIFE IS TOUGHER THAN KILLING A LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE IT'S EASIER TO EARN MONEY BY CHEATING THAN BY WORKING HONESTLY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF A GIFT IS THROUGH ITS PRICE AND NOT ITS EMOTIONS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE MEASURE OF A MAN IS THROUGH HIS CAR AND HOUSE RATHER THAN HIS CHARACTER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR POSSESSIONS MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS AND PARENTS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THINGS ARE LOVED AND PEOPLE ARE USED,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE DO ANYTHING FOR A BETTER PAY BUT NOTHING FOR A BETTER CONSCIENCE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD IS BAD AND I KNOW THAT BUT SILL IF I WIN THIS WORLD,
WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
poem by Deepak Hariharan
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Sharing Poem
Sharing my poem
Sharing my life
My life is not only mine
My life is also yours.
My life is this world
This world is yours
I am in your world
I am yours
I am writing poem
In this world
For this world
This poem is yours.
My poem is your poem
This is your poem
This is truth
This is justice
This poem is yours
And I am sharing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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This is a World of …
This is a world of hierarchy;
This is a world of inequality;
This is a world of curiosity;
This is a world of ignominy!
But
This is also a world of charity;
This is also a world of purity;
This is also a world of morality;
This is also a world of bravery!
This is a world of ‘haves’ and ‘have-nots’;
This is a world of rich versus the poor;
This is a world of the powerful versus the weak;
This is a world of the ‘well-to-do’ versus the ‘downtrodden’.
This is a world of joys and woes;
This is a world of friends and foes;
This is a world of sharing and greed;
This is a world of loving and hatred.
Yet,
This is a world of inter-dependency;
This is a world of wars for peace;
This is a world of thought for others;
This is a world of common good.
This is a world of aligning with Nature;
This is a world of realizing God;
This is a world of accepting God’s ways;
This is a world of futility.
Yet,
This is a world of dreams and realities;
This is a world of accomplishments and risks-taking;
This is a world of making the world a better place for all;
This is a world of loving brethren and brotherhood of nations.
This is a world of adultery;
This is a world of mastery;
This is a world of flattery;
This is a world of mystery!
So,
Let us rethink, amend our ways;
Let us toil with a purpose for the race;
Let us keep a smiling face;
Let us spend usefully, the rest of our days!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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Oh Patti
Patti cant take it
She got to give it back
The world is a big place and shes frightened
And if you kiss her
She got to kiss you back
She couldnt stand a kiss for free
On her own
And while shes playing
With all she exchanged
Yawning at the multitude
Her world is a big place
Full of toys and boys and teddy bears
Where nothing is for free
Thats what her mother told her once
And patti has a big, big heart
Bigger than her life
She just forgot the most fantastic thing within
Shes sitting in her glasshouse
And she does not dare to throw the stone
To make it all come true
Of what shes dreaming of
And so it seems to me
Patti cant take it
She gotta give it back
Her world is a big place and shes frightened
But if you love her
Maybe shell accept
Maybe shell take your love for free
On her own
All alone
Gold/1990
song performed by by Alphaville
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World
I know
You find it
Hard -
To share me
With this
World.
But be
Rest
Assured
That
Though
I belong
To this
World,
But my
World
Lies
In you,
And you
Comprise
My whole
World.
(Poem themed on Love)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
I hate my life
I hate this second
I hate this minute
I hate this hour
I hate this day
I hate this year
I hate my life
I hate my family
I hate my friends
I hate that i cant do anything right
I hate that i cant die right now
I hate that you wont die right now
I hate this world
I hate that i cant express my feelings
I hate that i cant find the right knife
I hate that im still writing this poem
I am going to say good bye to the world
even if the world dont care
the world did this to me
so the world can live without me
poem by Josh Kingsbury
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Old days
Back in the old days
where your eyes met mine
your smile
the way you looked at me
I had forgotten that we are living in this mean world
or you would call it a crazy world
where everything just goes so fast
seeing you in this mean world
it is hard to believe
you are just nothing like this mean world
you loved me
going through hard things, standing in the same place
everyday, seeing how much things have changed
seeing you, I felt love.
That is why I'm going to fight this world,
not letting this world to pull you away from me
not letting you go
poem by Makina Nakamura
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The Poem Tree
The poem tree is a very safe haven,
for birds and fowl, a hawk, a raven, or
a little barn owl.The tree could be a
silhouette, or the finest place to raise
your pet.The poem tree could bear
the fruit of life.Such as apples and
pears, with morning dew.A wonderful
place to play the flute.The poem tree
could have a nest.Giving birds with
eggs, a place to rest.It could capture
a kite who someone lost, or be bitten
by the morning frost.It could capture
a balloon, which went astray, or drop
all its leaflets by the bay.The poem
tree could have a lollipop, or maybe
a candycane, umbrella branches, to
stop the rain.The tree could protect
all animals, from an oncoming flood,
and keep all the tree bugs out of the
mud.Above the tree the sun will shine.
Home for a raccoon, or a porcupine..
The Poem Tree by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011.All rights reserved.
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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