Love Makes Crow Sing!
Love in heart Fills,
Love's warmth,
when melts
Frozen thoughts
Feelings hidden and covered by ice of ignorance,
When light of Truth glows,
words dance in groups,
So called poetry flows.
Loves Midas touch,
a fool start singing to unknown tune,
It is not true that bird sings!
But the song flows and even the crow's voice,
Tuned when its heart tunes to Truth Of love!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Grand is Love Of Grand Truth!
Love is seed of grand love,
Love Grows into Truth,
When grows to love of Truth,
Opens its infinite number of petals,
Love maketh one look all different,
Love bringeth beauty to one's life,
The purpose of life fulfilled with love of Truth!
May it be thine garden plants,
May it be thine pets,
May they are own kiths and kins,
Love showered not goes into Vain,
Though love is showered on beauty,
Nature's beauty or natural one,
all found in and end in pain!
The flow of natural feelings,
Love when found in other heart,
Thine heart leaps, that leaps beyond what they call reality,
Reality is different,
Love takes from falsehood to grand Truth,
It is From mortal to immortal,
Darkness to the light
Infinitesimal to infinite!
But Love of Truth that painful Labour always,
It delivers beauty sense,
That greatest feeling -
Relieves from all pains!
Thy heart lighten with more light,
Thine existence when testify the love,
Nay, Love that testify thy existence!
Bliss is that state all frozen things in heart melt,
Love floweth like river,
Frozen Himalayan ice melts,
Floweth like Sacred Ganges or Indus,
Mother of civilisation floweth as love!
This is the real baptism of soul,
Holy spirit activated,
Showers of wisdom rays,
Melts all good and bad,
Both right and foul,
When doer knows divine torch glows,
Every sin is burnt with,
The ego finding no ground,
Ground reality independent of all!
Love of Truth is that great LOVE,
which Carries ocean into tiny heart,
Not the dropp flows to ocean, but ocean flows into drop!
No thing can match,
Nothing to feel,
No thing remains unknown,
Everyone and everything,
here are nothing,
When truth shineth, with billion suns glory,
In that light all creation and all worlds merge,
The creator, sustainer and destroyer of world, all vanish!
Nothing is greater than that grand Nothing equals everything.
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Light of Love
The light of love rests upon my face
And from within...has set me free
Love's created my... happy heart
And of hopes...of things...I'll be
The light of love abides... within...
My soul now like child
Starts my broken heart...to blossoming
With warmth....and radaince...mild
Today I have purpose...By loves
rare light...I feel
Pure love...loves pure light to
My soul... it revealed
My family...let loves light devine
Shine on us...I say...
Touch our hearts...and eyes...
That all may see
Love on us...Love...convey
Now this... my only mission is... sacrad
To send loves message far
The light of love...is my heart
Love... my guiding star
I tell my family and.... well.... well... they never listen, to these words
That only true love can say
For only true love can convey
So...If you love someone
Then... follow that heart
For when love is real and true
From love you'll never depart
For only pure love can
Fix the man with broken heart
poem by Clyde Bryson
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Love Wins Over Everything
She loves with heart and soul
His love sets her heart on fire
A love that is rare but so true
How he fills her every desire
Love Wins Over Everything
He thinks of her and smiles
He wants to hold her very tight
She is his life and much more
The love he gives is for life
Love Wins Over Everything
Together they lay side by side
The words of love flows on
How much love they share
True love is always so strong
Love Wins Over Everything
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Never Believed Me
Feelings just want to dance here and there
Nothing is permanent, even if feelings want to rest still
Nothing seems to be lasting forever in this world
Life, I am not able to understand
Not even true love is ever understood
Only lies are believed, as truth always remains unnoticed
How should I live my life?
My love has even taken her shadow away from me
I wish that if you actually believed, then now we would have been one
Truth, my truth you never believed
Pain of my crying heart, you never believed
Never ever you believed me
Tell me please my love, did I treat you this bad?
Only you ruled my life, while I was with you
Never did I claim to be a perfect person.
Feelings, my feelings only wanted to dance with you
Love you I truly did, my twinkling star I really did want to make you mine
Sadly you are not mine anymore, because you thought I will hurt you and use you
Truth, my truth you were.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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I Just Called To Say I Love You
No new yearss day
To celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact heres just another ordinary day
No april rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding saturday within the month of june
But what it is
Is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
No summers high
No warm july
No harvest moon to light one tender august night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
No even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No libra sun
No halloween
No giving thanks to all the christmas joy you bring
But what it is
Though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Of my heart
Of my heart
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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What Is Poetry?
A language of the heart
Its touch of words immense!
The emotions it imparts
Bears truth, or some pretense.
However read, it connects
With a message there to show.
Of myriad thoughts or objects,
In poetic lines they flow.
I have no vain expertise
I just love Poetry with passion,
And my words may be amiss
But purpose there finds fruition.
Yes, anyone can dance
To the tune of Poetry!
Inspired, find there romance
Or friendship and harmony.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Silence (Part I)
Sometimes I see you as my child,
Sometimes I see you as my sweetheart,
And when I look into your eyes,
I see that tender and sweet smile,
And I want to say what’s in my heart,
And I want to tell you how I feel,
But my voice remains there, still,
And I just stare at your loving face,
And let the love from my heart,
Flow like a wild river in furious race,
to enfold your sweet and pure soul
with a sea of love and tenderness.
Sometimes there’s so much to say,
but nothing flows from my lips,
And only silence is there to stay,
And only the silence I should keep,
Because what I had to say was already said,
How words could express
never-ending love and tenderness?
How could I just say at one time,
I love you more than my own life?
And there remains the deep silence,
Silence and more silence,
to signal that divine presence,
of my silent love; my heart’s essence.
But this silence is not empty silence,
when divine love fills all my senses,
when nature’s beauty colours your soul,
and fades away all pity and woe.
Because when there is silence,
you can hear the silent language,
the heavenly music of my heart’s song,
God’s eternal music He’s been playing all along,
And in that silence you’ll hear my song,
The endless tune that my love sings,
with the sweetest notes in your luscious dreams,
which eternally flow like endless streams.
(2009)
poem by Roberto Echanes
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Remaining Silent Is Not Love
Love is unafraid to speak
Love is bold
Love is Truth
Love perseveres
Love has no bounds
Love knows not fear
So love often is the voice that points out an offense
Love is often the voice that stands up and says 'NO! '
Love is the voice that battles injustice
Love is the voice you wish to turn off because the truth hurts
Often the very one we run from..is the one who loves us most
But love forgives
Love will take you back in
And when you know Love your heart will mend
And you will smile again
poem by James T. Adair
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What Does It Show
What does it show
When a cold wind does blow
And a robin, sings you a song,
Are you in love
Or are you just a hug
Looking for a love for so long.
So what does it mean
After that you have seen
A robing singing a song,
Do you think of the past
And the love you thought would last
And think of the love that ran away,
So when you listen to the robin
And do you feel your heart throbbing
To a scene, you have received.
And while the cold wind just blows
And while the river still flows
Your feelings just grows and grow,
And if your sitting by the river
To a cold wind you begin to shiver
As you think of the things you've seen,
And the robin only sings
And in the mind her heart rings
To the feeling that you have been,
So sing her a song
And with you she’ll sing along
With you, and the world aloud.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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To My Heart
Love is water mild
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With pleasure
As it flows.
Love is fire tender
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With delight
As it burns.
Love is air gentle
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With gladness
As it goes.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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A Drinking Song
poetry flows from my heart
the way wine gurgles
into this fine crystal glass
dancing with the moon
clinking to a lonesome night
the riveting sublime light
sparkles like the beauty of verses
sip by sip the light flows into me
line by line spirited verses
oozes from my heart
the essence distillled from
matters of heart and soul
my love, would you pour me wine
vintage wine from that bottle
that has caroused with time
to give us its real wonder?
through it i see the beauty
of the world as verses flow
from a seasoned heart that has
twisted, whaltzed, swung, rocked with time
inspired by
A Drinking Song
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Poem about Poetry - Poetry's wings clipped
the bird they cage
to study its songs
becomes the cage
that melts down a
heart of freedom
the day they caged
the bird was the day
its songs went awry
poetry is the bird
that carries our freedom
song up to the sky
soaring with the clouds
shimmers in the sea
rustling with the leaves
shrilling with the crickets
hooting with the owls
birds need no teacher
to teach it sing its poem
spiders need no teacher
to teach it spin its web
the first poem
sprang from the fountain
of the human's heart
it flows a crystal clear stream
that shines with their
love, hope and dreams
the day they
started confining
poetry to the
classroom,
dissecting
it like a surgeon
was the day poetry's wings
were clipped
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Never You
Over my decades of sojourn on earth
There is but a lesson I've come to
learn;
Is that you never, never, never quarrel
with a poet
For he takes you up, puts you in a pot
Season you, and finally, he eats you up
with his words.
His tongue is cursed and poisoned
Like a warring deadly disease.
DO YOU.. DO YOU.. DO YOU really think
That poets are as friendly like you think,
Well, listen now friend, let me tell
You a little secret about poetry.
Like philosophy, it could be quite
contradictory.
My mentor Mr. Taban Lo Liyong
Would say: poetry is not a song
That a lover sings to a love of his
He only wishes for a bite or a kiss
But yet, let us sit and ponder on it
Taban was right about poetry;
It is a science, with rules like we
have in mathematics.
Thoughts arranged in lines are
called poetry,
Nobody writes poetry,
You only utter your thoughts
With much love for the world.
So we can now say poetry and
thoughts are one.
Never let a poet eat you up
With his thoughts or his words
For in his heart lies an abyss
And a void, like we have in Tartarus.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Love Eternity
You can't buy talents,
You can't buy experience,
And you can't buy love;
Because love is not for sale.
Come closer to me to get some feelings,
The love eternity is what i share;
Like the touch of light ot push you up.
We've got work to do on this love,
The natural feelings of love to motivate you at all times;
So, don't bury your thoughts.
You are always welcome,
Because you are the lady of my heart;
All i need is the air that i breath and to love you.
I really don't learn like a bull and forget like a beast,
But my life is to love you.
Bring your magic room to me my lover,
For you are always welcome whenever you need me;
And love will always find a way.
Touch my heart and feel my heart beat,
Fill it up with your saturated love;
For true love crowns everything when you are in the mood.
You are my delight in the midst of the millions,
And you are tantalizing to my heart;
For i always do miss you in my loneliness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mystic Song Of Love
When Thy Song flows through me
everything's as it should really be
One does not have much choice
when all one hears is Thy voice
In the silence of my inner mind
You come whispering like a chime
Thy Song of Love is a Divine melody
lifting me up to where I ought to be
Now and then I feel Thy presence in my heart
letting me know that we are never really apart
You dispel my ignorance with Thy light
making all before me seem very bright
It would be a shame if I didn't pay any heed
because it's a fact of life I am always in need.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note:
Originally titled 'Song Of Love' written in 1993
poem by George Krokos
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A Call to Love
My blood spills for passion
And my skin longs for your touch
In this love never taken.
O, when will love long for me
For here I am waiting in vein yet, still
My blood flows for passion.
I feel so wretched and frail
Like a scare crow on the rice fields
In this love never taken.
How hopeless it may seem for me
Going through endeavors in this diversion of love, but still
My blood flows for passion.
When will the clock tick its hand for the heart of mine to love.
For I am tired of staying
In this love never taken.
I have seen no more days and lonely nights
Yet now I see the sun shining on
My blood flowing for passion
In this love never taken.
poem by Pathrese Lei Mari Abejuela
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Has music gone from poetry?
Has music gone from poetry?
Words and music, still agree?
Dance and rhythm, song and laughter,
Do they echo, now, hereafter..?
Has singing gone from poetry?
Words that sing a listened tune?
Lullaby and melody,
Old rhymes that sleepy mothers croon?
Has rhythm gone from poetry?
Quick as a dance-step, slow as a glide?
Laughing now; now weeping; now shouting with glee –
Dancing round you, singing, can’t catch me…
Has magic gone from poetry?
Spells that summon fairy Fates?
Incantations solemn spoken,
Heroes, giants, to danger woken?
Have light hearts gone from poetry?
Hearts that know the tears of life,
hearts that know the grief of strife,
yet sing and dance and laugh with glee?
Who loves, who loves not poetry?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Has music gone from poetry?
Has music gone from poetry?
Words and music, still agree?
Dance and rhythm, song and laughter,
Do they echo, now, hereafter..?
Has singing gone from poetry?
Words that sing a listened tune?
Lullaby and melody,
Old rhymes that sleepy mothers croon?
Has rhythm gone from poetry?
Quick as a dance-step, slow as a glide?
Laughing now; now weeping; now shouting with glee –
Dancing round you, singing, can’t catch me…
Has magic gone from poetry?
Spells that summon fairy Fates?
Incantations solemn spoken,
Heroes, giants, to danger woken?
Have light hearts gone from poetry?
Hearts that know the tears of life,
hearts that know the grief of strife,
yet sing and dance and laugh with glee?
Who loves, who loves not poetry?
*
(revisited)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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