A widow's life
Life is nothing but an empty show
On the branch of hope no flowers grow
Everything is dark before her eyes
In her heart only anguish lies
In the whirlpool of life he left her alone
By the hostile fate no mercy was shone
Her brimming youth has lost its charm
Time has done her a great harm
No one is there to share her pain,
Without her husband what is there to gain?
Her days are passed in great ordeal
Her nights are spent devoid of zeal
She sheds her tears
in the dark of night
Any heart would wring
seeing such a sight
Unrest and trouble are under her pillow
Such a miserable life is led by a widow.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Fate:
In this life I live with a feeling, deep inside stabbing and tearing.
My heart is empty, Black and torn. these days of pain are uncomparing.
i try to ignore this guilt and sadness, i cant shake this pain and feeling.
the days grow longer, the nights grow darker this feeling i have is unwilling.
i wish it free to no longer be but my past has left me a great memory.
This memory within tears me apart, i wish to erase it from my mind and heart.
the memory of happiness that tears me apart, i only wish to flee from this tormenting memory.
to flee and run to escape my fate that is yet to come.
I cannot stop it, no matter how far i run, this fate will haunt me till its done.
poem by Thomas Bevers
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A Broken Clock
The days seem to creep on by
And every day I ask myself why,
Why has this life become the way it did
But somethings are not meant to be answwered
At night I left myself cry
And sometimes it feels that I want to die,
But I tell myself life goes on
And theres still hope for him to be mine
Time likes to be slow today
And I can't remember all that you say,
I guess if it was important
Then I wouldn't have forgotten it
Time seems to have a mind of it's own
And the more days pass the farther apart we grow,
I hope that one day fate will let us be
But in all honesty I don't listen to fate
Fate can't stop time
And fate won't stop me,
But you seem to not see it that way
And thats why you left that one day
Did the clock break?
How much longer will this take?
I think the time has completly stopped
Since you left me here alone in the dark
poem by Abby Belmont
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I Love The Word Hope
I love the word hope 'tis a great word it keeps reminding you when you are down
That in many ways you are lucky you are not the worst off in the town
Compared to some you are quite lucky and though you may not be one of the privileged few
There's hope and comfort in the thought that many are worse off than you.
I love the word hope it seems positive to hope for the good days ahead
For life for you is scarce worth living if the hope in your heart it is dead
To hope for a better tomorrow is the thing that keeps us keeping on
For you do not have much to live for if hope out of your life is gone.
I love the word hope it's uplifting for those who are feeling quite low
For as they say hope springs eternal and out of hope success can grow
And one can only see a dark future for one who is struggling to cope
If that person has lost the great gift the gift that we all know as hope.
I love the word hope it's a great gift those who have it in them have fight
They keep on going through the dark tunnel till finally they reach the light
And when you retain hope through your hard days you are telling the World I'm alive
For without it life on you much harder and you find it so hard to survive.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Days of Blues
Foggy days spreaded, with the frozen stream.
We lost the bread, and had no cream.
Empty store, dead plants neither was day clear.
Life at nightmare, nothing at all left to share.
Deer fled of fear, no fauna neither any creature near.
Pot full of tears, Mere chance of life here.
No help, do it ownself, no way out and clues.
Lost nowhere here, but in days of blues.
Lights off, frozen everywhere, we had no fire.
No life, traveled miles still no sign of tire.
Howling jackels, fearless hyena, its hard to run.
Summer time, beautiful shore, we had great fun.
Flying birds, wild woods, we saw witch huts.
We were tired, its surest we had no guts.
No help, do ownself, no way out and clues.
Lost nowhere here, but in days of blues
Later it was a day, that night we slept in hay.
No sunrise, no one else to advice, how to save our life.
Thirsty neck, all over ice, water in small pipe kept us alive.
Unrest mind, nature so unkind, on the day today.
No one could say, was that day surely my last day.
No help, do ownself, no way out and clues.
Lost nowhere but in days of blues
lost nowhere but in days of blues.
poem by Diplove gautam
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It's the nights
It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest
The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And Morpheus morphs into a tempest
In the dismal dark, I grow cold
The old feel
of comfort, lost
I've naively let
Life slip away
And at such a terrible cost
I used to be somebody…
A person
In my own right
Now I've become nobody,
Alone…especially in the
Dark of night
I've lost all the things
That I once loved
All things I thought were right
Now in my mind…at night…alone
I cannot find
A place to put my mind at rest
Tis the nights…I dread
In my lonely bed…Tis the nights
That are the loneliest
poem by David Whalen
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Lily's Silent Tears
Each night Lily lay down her weary head
She pulled her pillow closer
Turned her face buried it deep as it soaked up all the silent tears
She cried, she begged,
She wished she hoped but most of all she closed her eyes and prayed
From the corners of her closed eyes a tear escaped….two… three….till she set them all free
Lily cried herself to sleep night after night
Crying over life and love lost
Time slipped by
High above in the heavens one night
There way up above you and I
Upon the brightest star
Sat he
Writing away his heart
He felt a tremor run through his heart
He heard a distant cry
He closed his eyes and there deep within the beauty of his loving heart He saw that tear
One silent solitary sad burning tear that bore so much pain
He closed his eyes and wished and willed
To see the owner of the tear
The silent tear that caused the tremor in his heart
He found Lily lying on her pillow crying herself to sleep
He reached out and touched her
Soothed her healed her loved her
Her days filled with warmth
Her nights filled with moonlight and love
Then one cold night he left a tremor in her heart
With unspoken word
He told her
He loved her
They were friends
But
He could never love her in the same way that she loved him
For his heart was already taken
Night after night once again Lily lays her head upon her faithful pillow
Night after night once gain she cries herself to sleep
Night after night once again she feels the tremor inside her heart
But
Night after night he feels the tremor of another
Husband's exit
Widow comes in existence with husband's exit
Painful memories to last with shaky feet
Whole life is in dark with no solution in sight
Life becomes burden and nothing goes right
Woman has some satisfaction if husband has gone away
He may return one day even if found another way
Widow is strictly not called with his exit from life
She stands legally as his estranged wife
Widower stage to felt if something is committed in excess
If husband is beating daily and provides no access
Sexual harassment followed by cruel treatment
Husband is buried alive in mind with resentment
It is living hell for woman to accept status of widow
No option is left for her to think of another window
It is dark future and unbelievable forecast for tomorrow
Nothing to think of world but keep quiet and lie low
Woman has tolerance power and world has acknowledged
She has come out of dark and at least without him managed
No one has dared to defy his womanhood for simple reason
That she is symbol of courage and well understood person
If men ever thinks that women can be played around
And desert them at will to be no where found
It is grave mistake and to be taken into count
Without woman it is almost difficult to mount
If woman is encouraged to show some guts
She may prove exceptionally talented figure, but
She has to be equally respected for her weak character
Now at least time has changed for her to show as formidable character
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When my life, my world fall to pieces
When my life, my world fall to pieces,
when every other one has left me,
when the storms of life bash without mercy around me
and I resist destiny,
will you then still throw your arms around me,
when every other one has left me,
past hope, comprehension still stay with me,
when my life looks dark,
will you then still throw your arms around me
and look with tender eyes into mine,
will you leave wise words with me
when my life looks dark
as if even the gods hate me,
when I have lost all words,
will you leave wise words with me
will you still want to charm me,
will you still love me
when I have lost all words
as an anchor against the fear?
When my life, my world fall to pieces,
will you still love me,
when the storms of life bash without mercy around me?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Night..
Night is the worst time
Night is a hard time
Why can't I sleep
Why can't I rest
Pain in my heart
Pain in my eyes
Lost is my true love
Lost is my heart
The night is dark
Dark are my thoughts
Lost is the daylight
Lost is my life
Night is like death
Night is so cold
Hurt when I rest
Hurt in my soul
Longing for you
Longing to hold you
Lost forever
Lost to the night
poem by Grim Blackhart
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The freedom cry
She used to live a happy life,
until a strange hand came and took her away.
She used to be free like the birds in the sky,
until one day, her freedom was set ablaze.
She used to feel the joy of life,
but now life feels like a plague.
She was taken far away,
very very far away
away from her her motherland
into a foriegn land to be a slave.
Now, her smiles have fade,
her joy misplaced.
Her cheerful heart is filled with tears,
for she is still very little in years.
Now, life seems meaningless
in hurts, life felt like hell.
She cry all day, even with no cloth to where
but there is none to wipe her tears.
She is no more treated with respect,
for her rulling days were ended.
Behold! See how the mighty have fallen,
the daughter of the great king is forgottten.
Not even her father's wealth could bring her back,
for she is nowhere to be found in the stranger's land.
Her hope faded, her fate lost
her joy ended, her heart void.
Her sorrowful days seems endless,
her dark days seems timeless.
Until one day her freedom cry was heard,
by that lovely stranger with so much beard
who had come from a beautiful city afar,
behold! He is the king's right hand.
Tears of joy rolled down her face,
smile on joy was once again seen on her eyes.
Behold! Back are the happy days,
for she's been saved by the freedom cry.
poem by Randy Micheal
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I'm Lost, I need change
I'm lost in a darkness as dark as the night
but lighter then the stars above
I'm lost in a memory that once were
but now is gone far away
I'm lost in the sadness after the dark
but live my life with laughter
I'm lost in this world, so beautiful it is
but it takes my life from me
I'm lost in myself and so confused
that my heart is broken in two
It's dark, it's light
it's noon, it's night
everything is changing but me
I'm lost in a life so still and slow
that my heart stops beating soon
I'm lost in a town where my heart isn't placed
and without my heart I can't live
I need my life back,
I need to change,
I need to get out of here
I'm lost in this place where i don't belong
And if I stay my breathing will stop
Therefore I go
out into the world
to a place greater then here
There I am lost in a big new world
But my heart will be with me again
poem by Maria Thalmann
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Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Garlands upon his grave
And flowers upon his hearse,
And to the tender heart and brave
The tribute of this verse.
His was the troubled life,
The conflict and the pain,
The grief, the bitterness of strife,
The honor without stain.
Like Winkelried, he took
Into his manly breast
The sheaf of hostile spears, and broke
A path for the oppressed.
Then from the fatal field
Upon a nation's heart
Borne like a warrior on his shield!--
So should the brave depart.
Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design unfinished lies,
Our lives are incomplete.
But in the dark unknown
Perfect their circles seem,
Even as a bridge's arch of stone
Is rounded in the stream.
Alike are life and death,
When life in death survives,
And the uninterrupted breath
Inspires a thousand lives.
Were a star quenched on high,
For ages would its light,
Still travelling downward from the sky,
Shine on our mortal sight.
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A Summer Ordeal
These days the sun is excessively hot,
We can't see even the bright firmament with naked eyes,
The drops of perspiration shine on the body all the time,
Peace and comfort, the boons of winter,
Are no more with us now,
The nights are spent in getting stung by the mosquitos,
The days in wiping out the tears of the body,
Hunger and sleep are lost somewhere
In the ordeal,
The whole life has turned monotonous,
The delicate sentiments of love, care and compassion,
Has been overtaken by the intensity of heat,
There is a havoc all around,
Everybody is looking at the sky,
But there is no sign of respite,
Not to speak of human being,
There is also a havoc in the animal kingdom,
The innocent dumb creatures are dying with thirst,
Nature seems to be sturn in retribution,
Yet the life is moving in the hope of betterment,
The dream of vapour laden clouds is still in the eyes,
And this dream will inevitably come true,
And the days of ordeal will be over
With the change in season.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Heart Ache
The days grow older,
The nights get me weaker.
I still cannot forget the life we shared.....
Am tired of tears,
With more pain to gain.
I bleed consistency on the inside,
With a joy full smile on the outside...
With such emotional feeling
With a physical feeling I can't explain...
Have my heart torn
And am drowning in pain, with no sense being found...
Mind, body and soul can't handle this pain,
Cause it is not my destiny.
Tryin to clue my heart together
it not that easy,
But nothing in life comes freely.
Hey such is life.
poem by Donavan Avril
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Worn Out
You bid me hold my peace
And dry my fruitless tears,
Forgetting that I bear
A pain beyond my years.
You say that I should smile
And drive the gloom away;
I would, but sun and smiles
Have left my life's dark day.
All time seems cold and void,
And naught but tears remain;
Life's music beats for me
A melancholy strain.
I used at first to hope,
But hope is past and, gone;
And now without a ray
My cheerless life drags on.
Like to an ash-stained hearth
When all its fires are spent;
Like to an autumn wood
By storm winds rudely shent,--
So sadly goes my heart,
Unclothed of hope and peace;
It asks not joy again,
But only seeks release.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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hEaRt LisT! ! ! ! ! *cuZ uR my eVeRthinG
My heart wants to be whole
And beating its way through the dark
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants you cuz ur my everything
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to love myself
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to live for what we live for in life
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to chase after you
And let go of all I've held on to
But my heart doesnt always get what it wants..
My heart wants to end this empty numbness
That it's feeling and wants to feel the blood of love
Gushin form the veins of its insanity
It wants this pain to go away with a vengeful, suffering way
It wants to make every f*ckin soul on earth
Feel the horrific pain he made me gor through
The nights he left me lonely
The days he ignored the heart being torn out for him
My heart wants to end it all
Every once in a while my heart does get what it wants.................
poem by Emily Sleator
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Empty Handed
What's this I'm holding on to?
Seems like nothing
Seems like nothing at all
My life's foundation
This empty hope
Search for a way to cope
Life's short life
Leaves no time to leave aside
Time wasted
Tears I've tasted
Can't hide these lies
The feelings this heart hold to
Leaves me empty-
Wanting-
It's bound to make me fall
The heart that beats life into
These emapty viens,
The culprit to the murder of an empty love
Has left me stranded
Reaching to heaven above
poem by Travis Peterson
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My Love
My love for People is so great,
My heart melts once it has twitched;
The nights break down to slithering pieces
Of dark and darker pieces, shards,
When he is away, when his time has passed
The moments of life begin to thaw.
He is a beautiful ripe fruit, his beauty is great,
Gardening is all I do,
Waiting for all the right moments in my life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Time O' Clock
Takes your life upbeat like roller costar rides
Makes your life offbeat like waves and tides
Time gives you seasons of cheers and joyfulness
Time gives you reasons for tears and sorrowfulness
You see darkness around; time shows you the ray of hope
You see yourself break down; time helps you to cope
Brightest of days you will see; the darkest of nights you will witness
With time you will swallow failures and you will taste success
Time teaches you the principles and philosophies of life
Time teaches you to play with a toy as well as a knife
Time eases all the things and lets all the wounds heal
With time things conceal themselves, with time things reveal
As you will grow, time will unfold the colors of relations
As time will grow, you will unfurl your own perceptions
For everything that has to happen, time is pre set
Things ensue only at the set time, neither early nor late
To perceive the time game, arm poise and patience
To embark upon the mighty time, attest insistence
Time is what we all want the most
Time is what we all tend to use the worst
Time is the most incalculable thing that can ever be spent
If you lose time, you will be left, only to repent
Punctuality is the bandit of time whether pain or gain
Strike at the right time coz lost time is never found again
poem by Madhulita Das
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When Angels Kiss...
The dark clouds turned into a brighter white,
And the moon it shone with a brighter light.
The flowers of life stand tall once again,
From this world is vanquished all of lifes pain...
An angel stared at me with eyes of love,
Looking down upon me from high above.
I'm mesmerised by those emerald eyes,
I look deep inside to where love lies...
My love approached, eyes down to the ground,
My heart it pumped with a roaring sound.
My smiling heart said what no one could say,
I breathed in every essence of this beautiful day...
And when my Angel uttered, 'I love you, '
Dark black skies turned into sapphire blue.
The bleak grey clouds turned into white,
And the moon it shone a brighter light...
Winters snow it melted and flowed,
The night passed and the sun it glowed.
All of this the world just could not miss,
For it happens only when angels kiss...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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