White Ropes
Harrowing ropes glow from the throats,
Tightening the throats can be gladdening;
Upwards the stream of air escalated,
Disturbing and traumatic was the wind.
For it shared with other delights of the eye,
Ears stepped in white light with ear.
The harlequins derive their benefits from
Examinations that decide and vary the colors.
Unwholesome winters decide for our rights,
Riots are risky and relentless from afar,
Rotting floods are acting as leaders of the rains.
A troop of kangaroos collects after the zoo,
This meaning has chosen the exact winter.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Bells - A Collaboration
The bells! — ah, the bells!
The little silver bells!
How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats. —
From their merry little throats —
From the silver, tinkling throats
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
The bells! — ah, the bells!
The heavy iron bells!
How horrible a monody there floats
From their throats —
From their deep-toned throats —
From their melancholy throats!
How I shudder at the notes
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hit
Throats are dead when throats are said enough then,
Theirs is that ferocious one, and when?
Too much farce is gaining much distrust now,
This fight managed my own light, just bow!
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love Has Been Ripping Us Apart
At this point...
It doesn't matter...
Who did what that offended.
Or who begins our public arguments.
Let's just be done with this travesty.
Before we decide,
Love has been ripping us apart.
With a desire to choke each other's throats.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Voices of the Air
But then there comes that moment rare
When, for no cause that I can find,
The little voices of the air
Sound above all the sea and wind.
The sea and wind do then obey
And sighing, sighing double notes
Of double basses, content to play
A droning chord for the little throats--
The little throats that sing and rise
Up into the light with lovely ease
And a kind of magical, sweet surprise
To hear and know themselves for these--
For these little voices: the bee, the fly
The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks,
The breeze on the grass-tops bending by,
The shrill quick sound that insect makes.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Could Have Stopped Writing
i could have stopped writing
some letters on my wall
some words on a clean sheet
of paper, i could have stopped
many years ago, when things
lack the luster of meaning
the shining hues of explanations,
steps do not traces steps
on the floor, and what the windows
see sometimes are so untrue
and my eyes are blinded
with so much light from the
slits of light coming from the
noonday roof,
i could have stopped writing
and tell myself: oh, there are more
important things in my life
to do, and there i may take
some colors for meaning
blue for peace and red for love
and violets for remembrances,
i could have stopped writing
but how could i? my throats dry up
my hands shrink, my heart grow holes
of hollowness, my lungs collapse,
my head falls off from my neck,
my body freezes, my ears close
inside its lobes,
i die without it. It is my life,
so how could i ever stop living?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Free To Decide
Its not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all
So return to where youve come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassments not my forte
But you do it very well
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
You must have nothing more with your mind to do
Theres a war in russia and sarejevo, too
So to hell with want youre thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
Youre so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
At all, at all, at all
song performed by by Cranberries
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Speak loudly...
Civilized human still have animal instinct,
To chop the territories with the smell of print,
Not to keep our welfare in a sprint,
But let others to suffer and the errands,
Of our notoriety spill the beans,
At the paper and the metal beams,
Worries are abound, everywhere,
When the rights are abused,
Worries are contractual, everywhere,
When the rights are abound,
Right to make noise, Right to hold the placards,
Right to express oneself, Right to go to judiciary,
Right to vote, Right to have different leaders,
What is the use of all these rights,
When we do not have the right,
To uplift ourselves from the ignorance,
Of yet to understand the meaning,
of politics, Politicians decide,
every step that we take,
From dawn to dusk,
dusk to dawn and
Birth to death.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Key-Board
Five-and-thirty black slaves,
Half-a-hundred white,
All their duty but to sing
For their Queen's delight,
Now with throats of thunder,
Now with dulcet lips,
While she rules them royally
With her finger-tips!
When she quits her palace,
All the slaves are dumb-
Dumb with dolour till the Queen
Back to Court is come:
Dumb the throats of thunder,
Dumb the dulcet lips,
Lacking all the sovereignty
Of her finger-tips.
Dusky slaves and pallid,
Ebon slaves and white,
When the Queen was on her throne
How you sang to-night!
Ah, the throats of thunder!
Ah, the dulcet lips!
Ah, the gracious tyrannies
Of her finger-tips!
Silent, silent, silent,
All your voices now;
Was it then her life alone
Did your life endow?
Waken, throats of thunder!
Waken, dulcet lips!
Touched to immortality
By her finger-tips.
poem by William Watson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There Is a Lumping In Their Throats
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Nervous servants see this coming.
Some slip through exits.
None are humming.
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
Gagging on fresh canteloupe,
Dressed in bathrobes in the castle.
Loud knocking on the doors disturb...
Hired belly dancers' tassels.
And the naked thieves who fed on grapes,
Watch the vice squad and cops rushing.
While the herdsmen hustling antelope...
Smoked their dope on the hills,
Without a hassel.
And from the castle windows seen,
Crooks sliding down ropes!
Some in mink coats.
Clinging onto bling...
While exposing 'other' things!
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
And all those who had trusted a few...
Didn't know the few they trusted were police too.
They knew that they had been screwed,
When the canteloupe they gagged on...
They saw the antelope chew.
Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
Leave few prepared to run.
Without their suits and ties to disguise...
How could they hide their naked thighs?
While the smoking of the dope supplied...
Came from the herdsmens' tribe!
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
There is a lumping in their throats.
That made some want to jump the moat.
Or even float...
~~~OH! ~~~
Without a boat.
~~~OH! ~~~
While they sat soaked.
~~~OH! ~~~
And jailed they mope!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Prism of Winter
The sun begins to slowly rise
Into the soft pastel colors of morning
A beautiful sunrise starts a story of winter
Beginning with the sun spreading it's rays of light
The snow is starting to fall in the light of the sun
Falling as light as soft white feathers
Spreading through the bright glow from the sun
An enormous arch spreads through the sky with many colors
This colorful arch adds a beautiful scene to the sky
A rainbow called the Prism of Winter
poem by Sarah Bruun
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Indecision is A Decision
At times I decide
Not to decide
This indecision
Is not indecision
It is in fact a decision
Of avoiding to decide
Because If I decide
The decision
May ultimately decide
The pending decision
And the resulting decision
May not allow me
To take any decision
In the future
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We will see a breakdown of the family and family values if we decide to approve same-sex marriage, and if we decide to establish homosexuality as an acceptable alternative lifestyle with all the benefits that go with equating it with the heterosexual lifestyle.
quote by Jerry Falwell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Others Decide Me
Pears decide my fashion.
Family decides my income.
Others decide my future.
Opponents decide my weapon.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spoiled
Sometimes,
I know You may find me acting...
As if You do not exist.
That's when my free will works overtime.
And my choice to decide I can not push aside.
You did this to me to see what I would do.
To see if I would totally forget my relationship,
With You.
How can I do this when You bombard me with gifts?
I am completely spoiled and this I am sure You can not miss!
Sometimes,
I know You may find me acting...
As if You do not exist.
That's when my free will works overtime.
And my choice to decide I can not push aside.
But Father?
You are everything I AM.
And I have yet to be all there is You wish for me to be.
So 'if' You see me acting as 'if' You do not exist...
Know that I do the best I can to want to impress You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.
quote by Aldous Huxley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Now Or Never
I took, one look, in your eyes tonight,
And I saw, it all there in a different light,
Just when I thought I was out of the rain,
Suddenly Im in a hurricane,
And all around me voices in the wind.
Say again, what I know I know,
Its time, its time, to learn about letting go,
Why does it feel like I just exist,
Stuck out here on the precipice?
They say the futures out of our hands,
So why is it making demands?
If I have to make up my mind,
Maybe now is the time to decide.
Every minute makes it harder on me,
Why must it be now or never?
I knew a man, I held his hand,
When I was just a child,
He showed me his dreams
I watched him let 'em die
If I could stand again by his side,
Id tell him that love is why were alive,
Thats what I tell the world I believe,
So why cant I listen to me?
If I have to make up my mind,
Maybe now is the time to decide.
Every minute makes it harder on me,
Why must it be now or never?
Welcome to sunrise in paradise,
The light of the dawn, is burning my eyes,
And thats just where I want it to be.
If I have to make up my mind,
Maybe now is the time to decide.
Every minute makes it harder on me,
Why must it be now or never?
If I finally get to make up my mind,
Girl then now is the time to decide.
Somebody tell me why I do this to me,
Why must it be now or never?
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The virtue is compared with milk
Colors of the cows vary,
The variety of the breeds vary,
But the color of the milk
does never vary,
It is always pure and white!
Similarly,
The quality for a human being
is the virtue he gains in his life time
through good deeds;
('The virtue is compared with milk')
The paths for attaining virtue
may be many genuine ways!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Junkyard / Token Eastern Song
Im long gone from vertical,
Somewhere south is stopping me
Im long gone from the american dream,
You may decide its something new
Im long gone but Ill let you through,
You may decide its not for you.
Im long gone but Ill let you through,
You may decide theres nothing there
Born in a junkyard (x8)
Im long gone but Ill let you through,
You may decide that its not good
Im long gone but Ill let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me
Im long gone but Ill let you lose,
You may decide its something new
Im long gone but Ill let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me.
Born in a junkyard (x8)
Gone!
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Those Who Go To College
Those who go to college,
Should decide with a clear knowledge...
What it is,
They hope from it to get.
And those who go to college,
Should decide with a clear knowledge...
What it is,
They hope for them benefits.
So many drift in dreams,
Have no clue what it is they want.
But party just to congregate in hallways,
Just to flaunt...
A getting into college but afraid to polish up,
And succeed.
'Not me.'
Those who go to college,
Should decide with a clear knowledge...
What it is,
They hope from it to get.
And those who go to college,
Should decide with a clear knowledge...
What it is,
They hope for them benefits.
So many drift in dreams,
Have no clue what it is they want.
But party just to congregate in hallways,
Just to flaunt...
A getting into college but afraid to polish up,
And succeed.
'I got in college! '
But...
Are you there in college just to party,
Or to polish and succeed?
'I got in college! '
But...
Are you there in college just to party,
Or to polish and succeed?
Since many are in college,
Just to party and to get a degree.
'Not me! '
But...
Many are in college,
With no knowledge what it takes to succeed.
And those who go to college,
Should decide with a clear knowledge...
What it is,
They hope for them benefits.
And what they wish to get from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We Decide Which Is Right
A magical night we spent
Yet others would not so agree
Many would even so condem
But that won't stop you and me
We Decide Which Is Right
How they become so upset
And throw sticks and stones
We're too busy loving it up
Together we're here all alone
We Decide Which Is Right
Let them talk behind our backs
What do they even know
Being here with you my love
And letting our feelings show
We Decide Which Is Right
poem by Suelynn Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!