Slumbered View
I am home at last
remembering the freezing air outside
now smiling laying warm in bed
thanking heaven
for having blessed me
with a roof over my head
as i fall into slumber
my thought with the innocent little ones
the old and frail
forced to live in informal settlements
my smile slowly fading
when finally over come by a deep sleep
looking into tearful eyes
skimpily dressed and bare feet
little hand reaching out
as vision of fades
with a start
eyes open wide
slumber has shown
it could have been me
poem by Persian Khushi
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Welcome Home
I go outside to find the middle of nowhere
Everyone needs their own empty stage
Just like the sky with no beginning or ending
I like reading a book without a last page
Stop and turn around
And say it with your eyes closed
You don't need to welcome me home
Stop, turn around
Try looking with your eyes wide open
As we live our lives through a series of glances
And you smile without smiling for a whole another year
I think we need a little bit more understanding
I think the future is already here
So I won't ask you to
Stop and turn around
And say it with your eyes closed
You don't need to welcome me home
Stop, turn around
Try looking with your eyes wide open
Welcome home
Welcome home
song performed by by Idlewild
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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Not To Mention
I don't know why it occurred
I just looked at the sky and murmured
I took little sand from the ground and whispered
Put over head and silently uttered
'You were all along my inspiration'
I used to tell her when was at high peak with relation
She will smile and offer no words
But yes she remained my world
I lived beautiful moments in her company
She was never known to so many
Except me and few more to whom I knew
She was indeed exceptional creature to view
Very liberal, innocent and kind at heart
She was on earth as beautiful art
A rare combination of beauty with intelligence
I used to take pride in her presence
'You will miss me so much one day'
She woke me up from deep sleep to say
Will it happen in days to come?
I was sore at thought and did not welcome
Things have moved rapidly
I hardly remember it vividly
She is no more with me today
But she has shown me the way
I wish to write words from my heart
I take pen in hand and make good start
Comparing her to that of moon
But rub and over write something soon
She can't be put in exact words with imagination
She is holding my hand for not to make any revelation
'We are not for people's fancy and cruel joke'
She may suddenly come before eyes and disappear in smoke
'Yes you are absolutely right'
My tearful eyes may try to see the light
She will make no move to go away
I have found her in me but not to mention in any way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lay Me Down
Lay Down
By MaKayla Straight
I lay my head down peacefully
Knowing that this is the last night I live
I close my eyes
And think about all the good things that has happened to me
I try to hide my tears
Though I do not know why I hide them
Nobody is around here to see
See that these are really happy tears
Happy because I know that I have lived my life the way I wanted too.
I was not in chains my whole life
I figured how to break the spell
I know I am not beautiful
I know I am not perfect
I know there is not much about me
I know
I know
I know
Lying in bed makes me realize it
Lying in bed makes me feel so truthful with myself
Lying in bed for the last night feels such a relief
Nobody would understand that this is by far the best night
Only because I know that my suffering is done.
I can finally smile and mean it
No more fake smiles
I lay down for the last time
I close my eyes and start counting backwards from one hundred
I get to fifty and my tears start to pour down my cheek.
I am so glad this is the last day
Last day forever
I continue to count.
I finally get to ten
I take a deep breath and close my eyes
Three
Two
One
I am finally at peace with myself and the world
I float on up to heaven
To be with all the ones I have lost in the past
I slowly go
With a smile upon my face
My mind and my soul are up in heaven
But my body is lying down on my bed
With a smile upon my face
Everybody will know that I have died Happy
poem by Makayla Straight
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In Your Sleep, I die
In your tender sleep, thy child cries
Bullied and tortured by ruthless foes
Amidst pain, I threw arms in the sky
Asleep thou are to comfort my woes.
In your slumber, they child weeps
My eyes grow wide, my arms go lame
Blood drips from me while thou sleep
Beyond that, lo! my heart aflame.
In your sleep, thy child dies
Preserving peace in my heart
Thy child dies so that your eyes
May open with a start.
poem by Geraldine Fernandez
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Rolling In The Deep
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out
the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your
ship [shit] bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will
do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had
it all
The scars of your love, they leave me
breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love remind me of us
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
They keep me thinking that we almost had
it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love, they leave me
breathless
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it, with a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just
what you sow (woah)
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Something Wild
That fugitive dream
of shrinkage:
a room in a room
a door in a door.
You were hurting the house affairs
at midnight.
The space accident
starts dismanteling the life.
Selective pain
comes again.
You start distancing from story touch,
long vision.
The canary brings down
the roof. Somebody was leaving.
The eyes will search another sky,
another tree.
In a light slumber
another fall from the perch.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Crucifix
"Into thy hands I commend my spirit."
[This very ancient crucifix is sculptured on the exterior wall of the Abbey Church of Romsey. Its characteristic is a hand reaching down from the clouds, over the cross. It is said to be unique.]
In a quiet nook it standeth,
Which careless eyes might miss,
That image of Thy sorrow,
And fountain of our bliss.
Low within reach it standeth,
Close to the old church, door,
And by the common pathway,
Appealing evermore.
Low on the wall, that never
The dimmest eyes may miss,
And the lips of the little children
May reach the feet to kiss.
That humble, simple image,
Wrought by the hands of old;
Good hands! that so many ages
Helpless have grown and cold.
That blessed, sacred image
Born of the heart of old
That through the endless ages
Shall nevermore grow cold.
In the common stone rude-carven,
By no great artist's touch;
Yet never the wide world over
Will you find another such.
You may search the wide world over
From freezing to burning zone,
You will never find another
Quite like this only one.
Deep, deep the nails are driven
In the hands they crucified -
So deep, the nails you see not,
But only the arms stretched wide.
And over the head, so weary,
Bowing itself to die,
An open hand down-reaching
Forth from the clouded sky.
The torturers' hands have finished;
His hands are nailèd fast;
"Into thy hands my spirit -
Father, thy hands!" - at last.
. . . . . . .
Lord, ere thou call our spirits
Within thy hands to be,
Give us some such dear likeness
To leave behind of thee.
Hid in some quiet corner,
Cut in the common stone,
Poor, yet our best, we pray thee,
Our best, and our very own.
. . . . . . .
Dear Lord, our hearts grow bolder;
We dare to ask much more,
Knowing the more we ask thee,
Thou art hut pleased the more.
Give us to be that image
By the common paths like this:
Low, where the dimmest vision,
The features need not miss;
Low, where the lips of the children
May reach to cling and kiss.
Where the nails to the cross which fix us,
So deep in the wounds may hide,
That men see no more the torture,
But only the arms stretched wide.
A humble, simple image,
Cut in the common stone;
Like thee, yet like no other,
Because thy very own.
poem by Elizabeth Rundle Charles from Littell's Living Age, Volume 131, Issue 1693
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TV Me
They cover me in the clothes you see
And I'm suffocating I try to breathe
Only here to let them know
Fading out as the hours go
Cover me if I walk away
Tripping out, I'm in hyper space
Till the will it begins to break
Feel the wall as it starts to shake
Too late, I know
I'm getting deeper, oh yeah
Falling away
Goodbye all, I'm in heaven
Hear me now, desperation
Reaching out, arms wide open
Hear me now I say
Move away if you still don't see
Hanging on, it could never be
Give it up when you start to bleed
Take it down, it feels good to me
You gotta be what you try to be
Only see what you wanna see
Just to see what you've done to me
Had a lover, I think I'm free
Too late, I know
I'm getting deeper, oh yeah
Falling away
Goodbye all, I'm in heaven
Hear me now, desperation
Reaching out, arms wide open
Hear me now I say
Gone, gone, gone
Too late, I know
Too late, I know
Goodbye all, I feel free
Hear me now, don't cover me
Reaching out, as I leave
Tripping out, TV Me (TV Me)
Goodbye all, I feel free (I'm in heaven, TV Me)
Hear me now, don't cover me (Desperation, TV Me)
Reaching out, as I leave (Arms wide open, TV Me)
Tripping out, TV Me (I swear, TV Me)
Goodbye all, I'm in heaven (I'm so free, TV Me)
Hear me now, desperation (I'm so free, TV Me)
Reaching out, arms wide open (I'm so free, TV Me)
Hear me now I say
song performed by by Feeder
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Live and Do
Slip away,
Drift away.
Become what you believe is true,
If you have to, start a new.
Close your eyes,
Rest your eyes.
Find yourself as you dream to be,
When you open yours, it's what you'll see.
Rise to your feet,
Feel the Earth below your feet.
Walk through the sands of time,
Be true to yourself, commit no crime.
Sleep in darkness sleep,
Lay down your head, sleep.
Lead a life you love to lead,
Live and follow by your own creed.
Love to live,
Be, to live.
Your mind is your key to forever,
Truthfully who you are it is your endeavor.
Be yourself,
Believe yourself.
Keep true,
Live and DO!
By: Bethany J. Maxwell
April 4,2011
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Slumber of Old Age
Fading into speeds of slowness is the work of laze,
Fatigue extravagantly creeps on the back
To connive the head into a wrong slumber.
The heart is so wonderfully felt, and concentrated with blood
That the family is always wondering about the hearts
In the household.
Laziness is the backbone of slumber,
When sleep meets speech of mighty words
That dissolve the soul with the life.
Sleep is not needed unless life is brilliant as well,
Forming the wisdom, forming the old age.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Insomnia
I had no sleep today
The consequenses I know I will pay
But the slumber has just gone away
Wide awake I do lay.
I bash my head against the wall
Of the house, In the hall
To get some rest, some at all
But a bit to hard, and I do fall.
Twitching and turning, I just can't sleep
Where I lay no light or deep
Couse all these problems, I just can't beat
So through a window, I do peep.
The pills and potions are just not working
So other ways, I am contemplating
But whilst I think I am yawning
Now to late as the day is dawning.
poem by Alun Jones
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Dreams do come true
Close your eyes
fall asleep
dream of candy
& sweet little things
16 min
u start to sweat
hearts racing
turning right to left
Calm and steady
All you hear
cries and scream
growing near
30 min
lost and alone
can't open my eyes
i start to see
one is taken
pain and desperation
my heart is broken
an hour later
two is gone
their ripped away
soaked in fear
the pain is too much
my body can't bare
open eyes
what a nightmare
my dreams
finally came true
Home
In my eyes you see the pain
With each lie I take the blame
With each sigh I slowly fall away
You are there when I need you
You sew me up when I bleed through
The endless cloth of lies surrounding me
Everything that I am you have given me
The lessons that Ive learned are bringing me home
Its everything that I need
Its all the truth that I believe
Right where I need to be
Just bring me home
I hide in darkness blind to sense
Chasing a dream with false pretense
Help me find the fracture in this dark sky
Everything that I believe is slowly overtaking me
Im just trying to find my way back home
Endless days are haunting me
Open eyes and I cant sleep
I need this now rescue me
Just bring me home
You cant bring me down
cause Im going home
Its everything that I need
Its all the truth that I believe
Right where I need to be
Just bring me home
Endless days are haunting me
Open eyes and I cant sleep
I need this now rescue me
Just bring me home
song performed by by 12 Stones
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Dazzling Breeze of MT. FUJI
lots of things shown telling the
whole world of nothing, dress in
many style yet the color
fades and tore to pieces of
remembering
the sun shine just like a
cherry blossom viewed in a distance
along the Mt. Fuji, who capture the
magnificent sky of cone, shower the
color the essence of time
sleep in deep slumber, dream in the
field of memories, lifted in the
heart of every bloom for the glory of
today brings the shadow of
tomorrow
oh! torn the throne of beauty
the ground is waiting for your spiel;
let the droplets fall in every wings
and cool imbued the night swing
of your days
let its beauty rounded the clock
as the minutes gloss me apart and
finds what the heart extract
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Opium Of The Heart
The night, the open sky
A dance of stars
Beautifully pleasing
An artistry feeds the soul
All is taken in complete
Not a single vision left
Each morsel of thought
Savoured to memory
The warmth of the bed
Holds gently to a slumber
Into the good night
Tired eyes close, remember
The dance of stars
The artistry felt and known
The thought found, kept
And sleep now calls
A dream of another
Held in beautiful thought
A dance to the soul
All the heart could wish for
Could ever ask to find
Is to sleep and awake
Beside another seen in an artists eye
There lays the one to love
To live and share in life
To know completely
Beneath the dance of stars
Love is the opium of the heart
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Innocent
Without hesitation she opened her hand,
Her father looked into her eyes;
He saw not a sign there of fear or guilt,
He knew she was not telling lies.
The thought of deceit
Had no place in her mind,
She was innocent right from the start;
Her hand opened wide
For her daddy to see,
Her eyes opened wide as her heart.
'I don't know where it is,
I've not seen it at all, '
Small defence from her lips, but it's true
That this innocent child
Made her father repent,
His apologies now, she was due.
'Please forgive my suspicions,
My harsh angry words, '
Said her father with tears in his eyes;
And to you my dear reader
The moral is this:
Simple innocence needs no disguise.
Written March 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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On The Mountain Slope
On that very high mountain slope grass did cling
to our bare feet, some branches scraped us,
where we overlooked fishermen at sea,
where their boat suddenly rose up and down.
Below big waves washed against the hill,
I did not trust the cliff, the mountain side
and right there you firmly grasped my hand,
when the heaven became bluer than your eyes.
Did our open eyes deceive us right there?
or did somebody walk on the water,
as if the sea is an open grass field,
to the boat that was rocking up and down,
before Him the whole sea was wide open;
what a wondrous type of occurrence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To A Sleeping Child
I
Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,—
A tender infant with its curtain'd eye,
Breathing as it would neither live nor die
With that unchanging countenance of sleep!
As if its silent dream, serene and deep,
Had lined its slumber with a still blue sky
So that the passive cheeks unconscious lie
With no more life than roses—just to keep
The blushes warm, and the mild, odorous breath.
O blossom boy! so calm is thy repose.
So sweet a compromise of life and death,
'Tis pity those fair buds should e'er unclose
For memory to stain their inward leaf,
Tinging thy dreams with unacquainted grief.
II
Thine eyelids slept so beauteously, I deem'd
No eyes could wake so beautiful as they:
Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay,
I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dream'd
Of dimples:—for those parted lips so seem'd,
I never thought a smile could sweetlier play,
Nor that so graceful life could chase away
Thy graceful death,—till those blue eyes upbeam'd.
Now slumber lies in dimpled eddies drown'd
And roses bloom more rosily for joy,
And odorous silence ripens into sound,
And fingers move to sound.—All-beauteous boy!
How thou dost waken into smiles, and prove,
If not more lovely thou art more like Love!
poem by Thomas Hood
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Frog Prince
Roma Ryan
Deep in my dreams,
I saw you close by my side.
And the words you said to me,
made me reel down deep inside.
My hand in your hand,
so warm and so lovingly.
Leaving all my dreams behind,
wonder who my prince will be?
Chorus:
What is this wonder,
that love can make you feel?
Am I deep now in slumber,
or is my prince real?
Now, now my dream,
is standing close by my side.
Saying words I wish to hear,
and I'm reeling deep inside.
Chorus
Morning has come,
my dreams are left far behind.
As I walk through Paris streets,
I know now what I shall find.
This smile on my face,
will carry a love I have known.
Like a fairytale come true,
oh, what joy this love has shown
song performed by by Enya
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