Love Erupting
For the love of leaping forward,
I am interrupted by no repetitions.
I cried today like a mound of earth and soil
Erupting from the ground by itself.
My options were clear, I had to realise
And this meant reading and writing.
I strode in bewilderment for a mile,
And half more happened to amaze me.
The twinkling running lights acted
Like cushions on my eye, and my other one.
Love of leaping backward decided
To be a love of wasting and bending
Rather like reading a bad book,
And lamenting to the ears of the eyes.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Love So Certain
How certain is the love we sought so near?
The loves of certainty are great and dark,
My hatred goes to those I hate and bark
Near emptiness and justice to appear.
Some loathe, some bend the action so austere:
That of the love we seek, of that ballpark,
A reading has it off, with one birthmark,
That angry little light became the fear.
Why do they pray? Why do they master me?
Young months cause fear, youth has my trust tonight,
Just like the youngsters blue, the minor ones.
This job is prized, one acted correctly,
Like one child forcing appetite,
The reading of a book, flight of falcons.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Poet Laureate
On reading Candy Elvis' critique of a laureate's book
Candy Elvis
(Not the Presley one)
Writes poems of time and bliss
She sees no need to atone.
Taking an author by the ears
And addressing her concern
Which well might bring to the eyes, some tears
For she teaches, what all should learn.
For she is not forgiving
When she discovers that there is no sense
To spend time in reading
A poem, or book for which coins have been misspent.
So cast out the author
And go to sleep
The writing is perhaps for another
But surely not bo-peep.
poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Rat Reading
Rat's are
My home
Reading for book's
At night time...!
Each book's
On the book stand
Rat reading
Not very well....! ?
Rat simply
Read some of
Pages only;
Book's are broken
Rat read mean's
Rat bite's
Book's are crying
I am also...
Rat reading
O...sorry
Rat bite's...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I cried Today
I cried today...and not cuz ur gone but becuz i thought feelingz were strong
I cried today...and not by myself but wit that Keyshia Cole Song
I cried today...and didn't know what to do for the 1st time in my life
I cried today...It was worst pain then gettin shanked wit a knife
I cried today...about u and me, and where we go frm here
I cried today...wit so much PRIDe it was HARD to hold bak tears
I cried today...I wrote a poem I even rote a rhyme
I cried today...As if I weren't used to dis I cry all the time
I cried today...Thinking about the love that we once shared
I cried today...I cudn't see clearly..as if my vision's impaired
I cried today...And I really don't care how much they call me dumb
I cried today...cuz they dont know what it feels to be REALLY in love
I cried today...without a sound but, wit the reality in my mind
Tellin me I don't gotta cry TOday....cuz love will only TAKE TImE!
poem by Nesean Coombs
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Stifle not the reader
Reading is an art,
reading is a tool.
Those who think it dumb,
must be such a fool.
Reading is enjoyment,
reading is a blast.
Reading is a separate entity
from the future and the past.
Reading is done in present,
though written in a tense.
Reading is about life,
in surprise or suspense.
Reading is a place of joy,
full of hope and song,
Reading is a place I feel
that I truly do belong.
A trapdoor to a fantasy,
A world thought lost to us,
Reading is a place of wonder,
a place that we can trust.
Why read about reality,
when I can delve into magic.
Why stifle my own happiness,
with scenarios so tragic.
Stifle not the reader,
for it is their choice alone.
Reading is an outlet,
for hearts that turned to stone.
When You Read This
when you read this
poem, i am letting you know
that i still care,
when you continue reading on
the next line
you are letting me know
what i still know
that you still care for me too
and then you are angry
about how presumptuous can i be
and so i make another line
and another line and if you continue reading
more of these lines
in this poem
you are letting me know
that you are still angry about
my untimely departure
that moment when love was
still strong
when desire was at its peak
and then you think things over
how you have been
unwittingly betrayed by my words
and you keep on
reflecting if these lines still
say the same
meanings and i keep on writing
more lines
hoping that you will understand
what i have not said
because i cannot say them
because my self
cannot lie by saying them to
you because i do not wish to
hurt you because i still
love you and then i write lines
that ask
if you still love me but then
i must put an end to all
these useless writing
time has spoken
as the lines of fate and
destiny still have it
we were never meant for
each other
the love is there
the bodies still alive
our hands never reach
till then
perhaps in the next life
at the right moment
perhaps when
our parallel lives meet
at some point
of convergence
and as you read let me put
the last line: goodbye
May God make us
meet and love again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I love comics. All I've been doing is reading every day, sitting in the house. Because I've not been feeling too good, so I've been reading and reading.
quote by Jason Mewes
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Sarah Palin - now don't laugh - is writing a book. Not just reading a book, writing a book. Actually, in the word of the publisher, she's 'collaborating' on a book. What an embarrassment! It's one of these 'I told you,' books that jocks do.
quote by Chris Matthews
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I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading. Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love.
quote by Anita Diament
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My little book
blind as I was, deaf as my friend yet! have
gone as furthest as the universe, I thought
that was only a great dream of my past
laughing me seems to easy, for once I was
a little child is always a child, it was the day
where my father and mother hold me so tight,
closing my bulging eyes as they read, telling
some fabulous stories and then gradually falls
my attentive ears down to my sight and there
no more
all comes to meet my fantastic imagination,
making my childhood memories filled it all, with
what is all remembered is not what it makes, for
what ever is heard now has gone as it is done
books tells me different stories, that relates my
ways, for I taste of what is the past and today, simply
I know that hearing is not reading and reading is
always remembering
my little book paved me the way that in my little
room I will be free....read and read and read...the
only way to visit and see, of what is yesterday for
the future belongs today.....and reading always
become part of me
poem by Antonio Liao
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Through you
Through you i gain love and peace
through you i find laughter and joy
through you i get inspiration and motivation
i see faith through you
thank you for keeping me i still realise that im vital
Great Good God damn things got me thinking it made me think a lot about faith and belief
through you
you, you through you i realise my vision mission and objectives... What?
I realised today ive got brothes sisters and a niece i have a father a mother dam you wonderful never give up on us and him and her allow me to say thanks to you for reading my poems
today im here rejoicing through you
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Love in My Eyes
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is strong
Love is.
Love is Tough
Love is soft
Love is Tender
Love is.
Love strict
Love is leneiant
Love is obedient
Love is.
Love is cool
Love is refreshing
Love is clear
Love is.
Love is actions
Love is words
Love is silent
Love is.
Love is here
Love is There
Love is everywhere
Love is.
Love is yesterday
Love is today
Love is tomorrow
Love is.
Love is forever
Love is together
Love is apart
Love is.
Love is gained
Love is lost
Love is found
Love is.
No matter what it is
Love is here today forever
Love is found everywhere together
Love is Love in my eyes.
poem by Krystal Faith
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Love In My Eyes
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is strong
Love is.
Love is Tough
Love is soft
Love is Tender
Love is.
Love strict
Love is leneiant
Love is obedient
Love is.
Love is cool
Love is refreshing
Love is clear
Love is.
Love is actions
Love is words
Love is silent
Love is.
Love is here
Love is There
Love is everywhere
Love is.
Love is yesterday
Love is today
Love is tomorrow
Love is.
Love is forever
Love is together
Love is apart
Love is.
Love is gained
Love is lost
Love is found
Love is.
No matter what it is
Love is here, today, forever
Love is found, everywhere, together
Love is Love in my eyes.
poem by Kelly Persinger
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Before I was reading science fiction, I read Hemingway. Farewell to Arms was my first adult novel that said not everything ends well. It was one of those times where reading has meant a great deal to me, in terms of my development - an insight came from that book.
quote by Robert Reed
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The Book Of Love
In the book of love come of age
When you lose your love, you turn the page
Hey-ho the book of love,
Life is written in your own blood
Say forever and it all sounds fine
When youre holding hands,
With the hands of time
Hey-ho the book of love
Laugh at the dead but tomorrow you cry
Chorus:
My broken hearts from a to z
Dos and donts on bended knees
Change of lovers endlessly
And this book of love is writing me
Chapter 2 you walk away
But in chapter 3 a man made me stay
Hey-ho the book of love
Why dontcha look up
All the games you played
Chorus
Theyll be sweet love in a darkness
But the book of love
Is a story of your loneliness
Finger tipped it on a holy night
And a page is ripped for a name of life
Check the back cause the datell be due
When theyll throw the book of love at you
They are broken hearts from a to z
Dos and donts on bended knees
Disappointed right to be
Celebrate a celebrity
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
Ah stupid cupid set me free
Took a look and whatll I see
This book of love is writing me
This book of love is writing me
This book of love is writing me
This book of love is writing me
song performed by by Cher
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Leaping Fire
Trees jump up behind the orange flames;
flames surges high – oh high.
Crackling is heard;
Flying ashes is seen.
Girl amid the sprinkling heat.
Flames surges high – oh high.
Heat intensifies,
tears swell in eyes…
…the breeze blows the crackling fire amok.
Run cries the wind, run Girl!
Trees murmur,
sirens in the distance are heard.
Circles of circles:
leaping fire –
leaves, branches are swung
carelessly among the fire amok.
Run cries the wind, run Girl!
Leaping, leaping high into the:
echoing distance –
the fire runs in the mind.
Sirens are heard in the distance
race across town, across
the open city lights of:
heavy burdens…
…only in the mind leaping fire
controls the lonely, oh the lonely.
Fire away, fire away of:
heavy burden.
Leaping fire leaves the mind.
Run cries the wind, run Girl!
Running afar –
sirens racing to catch time,
to catch the heavy burden
cast on:
Run, run Girl…
…and leaping fire
Moves of to disturb:
Another helpless mind.
poem by Celine Berghmans
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My man he cried today...
My man he cried today…
He looked at me all filled with fear
For he knew not what he would hear
Because believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
His face it bled from the from the beauty of his soul
This crystal clear waterfall it poured out of control
So believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
This emotion to him felt wrong
As it was forbidden for so long
But believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
He covered himself with his hands so strong
And repeatedly told me by me he’ll never do wrong
Down to the ground he knelt on one knee
And hailed me like a queen for all to see
For believe me when I say
My man he cried today
This passion he felt burning
Was released like the glory of morning
The love he felt was strong indeed
And I knew a man like him surely a rare breed
And believe me now what I say
My man he cried today
So I knelt down besides him and let him take me all in
For from here on now our lives shall begin
My soul is his now
And to my king I bow
And again I say my man he cried today
Our love so pure
All it shall cure
My man he cried
Lips upon lips
Heart upon heart
My man he cried
So I looked up filled with glee
As this man cried with me
And when I tell you this, you must believe
This man I will never leave
And now you know why when I say my man and I we cried today!
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
poem by Lerato Shuping
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The Storyteller's Word
In a decent book, I can lose myself,
For, at least, a good couple of hours.
A well told story, for young or old,
My mind will quite hungrily devour.
I’ve always loved a real page turner:
A story, which, is totally compelling.
Sometimes, there’s a story, true or invented,
Which, simply, deserves, and needs telling.
Sometimes, a person in a book,
To me, can feel like a true friend;
You share their life and adventures,
And feel rather sad, when it all ends.
A story can stir up a mixture of emotions:
I’ve cried tears, and gasped with surprise.
I’ve found myself completely captivated,
As a story unfolds before my very eyes.
A good story, has the ability to transport you,
To different places, and to different times.
You just never know where you may end up,
When you sit and read those immortal lines.
Stories should never be kept locked away:
With others, they should be readily shared.
There is no other past-time, known to man,
With which, reading a book, can quite compare.
Whether a story is based on a person’s life,
Or whether, it has been quite purely invented,
A story can make such an impact upon you,
That, forever, in your memory, it is cemented.
I’ve always adored a really well written story,
Regardless of, by whom, or when, it was written.
Snuggled up, with a book held in your hands,
It is so easy, to become completely smitten.
A story can make you lose all track of time,
When, in a book, you are totally immersed.
I love reading a story, and really drinking it in;
For reading books, I’ve developed a real thirst.
There are many stories, the world over,
Which, are still waiting to be heard.
Nothing on earth, is quite so powerful,
As the power of the storyteller’s word.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Unlock The Desk
Unlock your desk and retrieve your fitness,
Trust the acid of the heart, trust the reading;
An industrial activity has been in condition,
In bewilderment, always your own admission.
Enter these conference rooms in vain
And you find a solution to man’s worries.
To hurl this drink in another’s face
Hurts his face, for you have read the face.
Pleasant reading is the reading of the boss,
The boss is learning, knowing so wisely you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Reading romantic novels
Women of today aren’t women of yesterday.
A somersault has occurred in her way.
She has come out of man’s entanglement,
With her own earnings and own involvement.
Her mixing with men is very common;
To love at first sight has come uncommon.
No longing; no tryst; no more pining.
Many men around, she is a darling
Of all and not anyone’s belonging.
She tantalizes men around with a suspense.
Yet she hasn’t changed from her past woman
In one respect: she loves reading novels
Of romance where a prince finds on his way
A damsel in distress, whom he rescues
And subsequently falls in love with her.
Yes, she still finds interest in reading
Love scenes that ardent lovers would enact,
As an escape rout from the one that she leads,
And that involves a shallow intimacy
With men, who have no sense of commitment.
Reading romance is still a fantasy
02.08.2009.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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