Lonliness
lonliness is the color of a cloudy sky
it tastes like plain bread
it feels like no ones your friend
and sounds like air rushing past you
lonliness smells like damp weather
it looks like the last leaf on the tree
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Between Us... (Breathes)
when my heart smells like your feet,
then this journey is shared.
when your lonliness lights a candle,
then i will come as wind to blow it out.
when your tears fall onto my scars,
then the silence between us breathes....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lonliness (Smells)
lonliness...
smells like,
my grandmother's kitchen,
after working outside all day.
rain, just before it falls,
a fresh plowed field.
my mother's old Bible,
a fireplace too long unused.
old nuts, your pillow,
the old pine tree that fell
and lay rotting in the yard.
a well oiled glove,
the tractor in the barn.
your hair, a rose just opened,
the box too long
in the back of the closet.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Come Dance!
lover, come dance!
i have grown weary
of fireflies and spiders.
the bark of the tree tastes like need,
and the howling has a face.
i am mad with desire,
in the tooth of the wind!
the dust on my feet only memory!
the key is gone, but the lock is broken,
the shadows have agreed to leave.
the hawk rises to taste the sky,
rough hands born to caress.
lonliness doesnt even build a good fire,
the waves lap at the shore!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Finding Shelter In The Silence
my tongue probes the leaves
of your forbidden tree...
you teach me the language of wetness.
ah, to die again and again,
in the deep wells of your eyes!
the side of your neck tastes
like the bank of the river.
i dive into the dark murkiness,
my teeth bared with pulsing need.
even the bark of the fallen tree,
rises and pants...
i groan, and nations fall!
you growl, and children are born!
who are we after all these years,
lovers, owls, bats, insects burning!
or the lonliness of god,
feeding on tiny eternities....
both the sound and the echo.
it is night then that we know...
infidels finding shelter in the silence
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sunshine and Dust Motes
I am captured here
behind velvet walls,
winging birds outside the window.
Time is my bunk-mate;
Gentle Regrets
sweeten my tea:
the passon fruit has decayed
and yet
I make of this an odd contentment;
even Lonliness can be a friend
if you have no other;
I made of this my strange concoction
which grows upon you such
that its deficiences
can seem in time strangely beautiful;
but this, too, is the lonliness of knowing
no one can understand
this odd beauty
but I.
So I smooth the table cloth
and dust the furniture
watch the dust motes fly
glittering momentarily;
the sun behind
illuminating them;
creating the illusion
that dust flying
is a star.
And each one is I
fluttering ever so gently
to the inevitable ground
but retrieved every now and again
by gentle
household breezes
which I stir
to save them.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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To Soar
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
giving way to the blackness around
to soar among the heaves
wind rushing past
the uncertainty of tomorrow t
he wisdom of yesterday
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
through the galaxies
small spots of color appear
helping peace fill the void
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
a smallflutter in my chest begins
the colors all around brighten
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
the flutter becomes a beat
then a pulse
sound all around
music
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past.
poem by Lauren Kiczula
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Id Be A Legend In My Time
Don gibson
If heartaches brought fame
In loves crazy game
Id be a legend in my time
If they gave gold statuettes
For tears and regrets
Id be a legend in my time
But they dont give awards
And theres no praise or fame
For a heart thats been broken
Over love thats in vain
If lonliness meant world acclaim
Everyone would know my name
Id be a legend in my time
If lonliness meant world acclaim
Everyone would know my name
Id be a legend in my time
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Sensing Purple
Purple feels like a sigh
And smells like a baguette.
Purple tastes like a pie
Served by a string quartette.
Purple looks like violet,
With a darker sort of hue…
Purple sounds like lilac
Tuned to reddish blue.
poem by M.J. McGuire
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I Used To Be But Now I Am
Suicide secured a place somewhere in my mind
Suicide stomped right out when God took a stand in my mind
Confussion cramped my thought process making it unuseable
Confussion crawled right out when God untangled my thoughts
Lonliness lurked in the bottom of my soul
Lonliness left when God grabbed hold of my soul
Tears tortured my eyes everyday and my pillow everynight
Tears trembled away when God filled my eyes with himself
What I used to be is a broken black crayon in a box of white
What I am now is the crayon with which God colors the world.
poem by Cheyenne Ashley
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Happiness Is ….
Happiness is as golden brown as Halwa
Topped with silver vark.
It tastes rich and creamy like Shahi Korma
It smells like lovely prepared Roghan Josh
It sounds like Nightingale in spring
It feels like luxurious chocolate slowly melting in the mouth.
Halwa: A kind of sweet dish made of flour, ghee, and sugar and garnished with sultanas, almonds and pistachios.
Vark: Edible gold or silver leaf.
Shahi Korma: Korma fit for a King.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Memory Of Love
Love is like the colour of rainbow,
Love smells like a bouquet of roses,
Love sounds like my heart’s beat,
Love tastes like a sweet chocolate.
Love looks like hugging someone we loved,
Love feels like fresh air,
Love looks like angel in heaven,
Love feels like fresh water in the spring mountain.
Love is like a mirror,
Love someone like we are loved,
To love someone is to love ourselves,
Love someone like God’s blessing.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Suicide 2
Suicide is scarlet
It smells like hot running water
It tastes like his last goodbye kiss
It sounds like those silent blades sliding across her wrist
It feels like its finally over
It looks like the open lifeless eyes of a freind daughter girlfreind and life changer.
Suicide is locking you emotions up inside of you, until your gone.
poem by Leah Nunya
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A Pecan Tree
The Pecan tree, he's no one's fool,
My papi once told me.
As long as the weather still is cool,
Not a single leaf, on him you'll see.
Sometimes it's May, or maybe June,
Before his leaves appear.
He never sports new clothes too soon,
Not until the weather's clear.
But once in leaf, no tree around,
Comes close to the Pecan.
With shade and fruit, he does abound,
Standing in the Texas sun.
4/3/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Shadow Of A Lonely Man
Lead vocal: john miles
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
Look through my eyes and through the years of lonliness youll see
To the times in my life when I could not stand to lose, a simple game
And the least of it all was the fortune and the fame
But the dream seemed to end just as soon as it had begun, was I to know?
For the least thing of all that was on my mind, was the close at the
End of the show
The shadow of a lonely man, feels nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
(looking out of nowhere, looking out of nowhere)
But the sounds of the crowds when they come to see me now, is not the same
And the jest of it all is I cant recall my name
But Ill cling to a hope till I cant hold on anymore, anymore
And for all the acclaim I am all alone and I see as I look through the door
The shadow of a lonely man, theres nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Reflective Smile
your painted smile hides you still
While you search yourself within
Yesterday and tomorrows found
Fused as one upon solid ground
As all around the milling crowd
Confuse themselves with raging sounds
And their loves forgetfulness abounds
So be thankful for your greasepainted clown
If lonliness wears the crown
Of the veteran cosmic rocker
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Good Thing!
God! it tastes
and feels and smells like
i'm still alive!
and that's a good thing!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Revelation... (Must Be God)
i have come to believe
that this lonliness must be god...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Just Before Dawn....
i've been too long in the valley of death,
too long in the prisons, too long at the wheel.
too close to the blade, too far from the fire,
too long defined by lonliness and grief.
they say there's a wind,
that comes from a forbidden place.
that strips leaves from the trees,
and causes mountains to shudder.
they say there's a god,
whose name we cant say.
who walks naked in the instant,
just before dawn.
and they say there's a lover,
who smells like me.
who tastes like my hunger,
whose voice i know.
yes, and they say there's a time,
when the wars will cease.
when the hungry will be fed,
and someone will care.
and i pray there's a hand,
and eyes that shine...
that darkness will undress me,
and name the light!
that small kindnesses will turn,
the ancient potter's wheel.
and make me a cup,
held close by your heart.
if i dance tonight beneath trees that weep,
know that tomorrow i'll burn,
know that my lips wait still...
know that i am alive...
as words fall like leaves...
the cross i lay down,
is but a shovel, but a pen...
the page i write upon...
you, simply you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Identify...
it is in silence
that we identify
sounds as other than noise!
it is in bondage
that we identify freedom
as more than a dream.
it is in lonliness
that we identify love
as both the path and the journey.
it is in anger
that we identify forgiveness
as the release.
it is in despair
that we identify hope
as one foot after the other.
it is in death
that we identify life
and give it meaning!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Probe
Loneliness and it's feeling are terms wide apart
All have had the experience of loneliness
If not time will tell
But its feeling!
It throws open all the doors
Provoking to enter once and for all
Never to return
Yes never to return
The birds, the trees, the wind, the clouds, the sun
The moon, the stars, the stones, the earth, the flowers,
The buildings, the windows, the glass, the table all converse.
They converse of knowledge and wisdom flows
But here the talks are so absurd
They make difficult to converse
Search for harmony
Where to be found?
Feelings are to be aroused as harmony in feelings will be found
Yes the feeling of lonliness
There in isolation harmony resides
Conversation there it trickles down
Thus in crowd one is lonely
Far away from self
Try to feel the lonliness
And then search the self
And then we can converse.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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