Every Drop
every dropp is precious
in my mind the trickle lingers
darkness in suspension
nothing bluish
plain cool breeze on my cheek
i walk
the directions are useless now
that i have found the joy
in your bosom
every dropp counts to form this
sweet syrup all dripping from the
kindness of your being
darkness too lovely to sip
the hours pass and
we are watching with all
content we are all alone
and quiet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lying Naked
sunset to nightfall.
undressing slowly,
as years pass like shadows
that cant be grasped.
lying naked in the darkness.
the hypnotic hum of the fan,
the cool breeze lapping at my body.
listening for the sound
of footsteps from long ago.
but only the sound of a car passing,
and a neighbor's dog barking.
lying naked in the darkness
my spirit gets up and walks away,
my body calm as fallen leaves
nightfall to eternity.
a kiss, a dropp of blood.
you and i lived like thunder,
now it's time for the rain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hope
an angel a bridge
of heart
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a light
of humanity tree
Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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Do you know My Dear?
Do you know My Dear?
The dew dropp that does not fall on the ground,
The mysterious dropp that surrenders inside the flower,
The dream dropp that hangs at the tip of a leaf,
The retiring dropp that collects at the edge of the eye,
It is nothing but the remains of our silent conversation!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Can It Be Stopped
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can it be dropped.
Can it be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose.
Hoodwinkers out to dupe too!
And...
Can they be stooped.
Crooked people after loot,
Proving they can low stoop.
But...
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose,
Stooping low as they choose.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drops Of Water, Drops Of Thought
Drops of water, Drops of thoughts
When eyes of sky rain
Each dropp has an angel
Carry the dropp somewhere
Each dropp has a special fate
When head of sky birth
Each brainchild has an angel
Carry the dropp to a brain
One dropp to write another on to paint
Each dropp has a special fate
All what we need is just to pray
poem by hosny Soliman
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24 Hours
24 hours makes one day,
But this day is made up of the light and darkness!
The 12 hours of light is called 'day' and,
The 12 hours of darkness is called 'night';
So learn from this muse to be able to walk in th elight always! !
And many are the evil things being done in darkness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Sower
Sitting in a porchway cool,
Fades the ruddy sunlight fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past
Shadows shoot across the lands;
But one sower lingers still,
Old, in rags, he patient stands,--
Looking on, I feel a thrill.
Black and high his silhouette
Dominates the furrows deep!
Now to sow the task is set,
Soon shall come a time to reap.
Marches he along the plain,
To and fro, and scatters wide
From his hands the precious grain;
Moody, I, to see him stride.
Darkness deepens. Gone the light.
Now his gestures to mine eyes
Are august; and strange--his height
Seems to touch the starry skies.
poem by Victor Hugo
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In The Wells of Silence
In the wells of silence
a dropp of word
might stir
the whole tranquility
of the utter silence
and a dropp of sigh
might disturb the whole
serenity there
What about a dropp of God's sigh
and a dropp of Jesus' blood
combined?
That will be a new revolution! ! ! ! !
poem by Sangnam Nam
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Tracing Raindrops
She sits by the window watching the rain
tracing the drops down the window pane.
Some flow so quickly, some very slow.
She follows each one with her finger like so.
Mama has told her it's just a sweet game
and will pass the time ‘til she's home again.
So she counts raindrops mixed with her tears
watching and waiting ‘till mother appears.
In her head every dropp has a life all its own
and each battles to win, to the bottom they flow.
When they hit the sill she feels quite bad
as that's when each raindropp will die and she's sad.
Suddenly sunshine breaks through the clouds,
a rainbow appears and a familiar sound.
Mother's returning and picks her right up
she's back from her shopping trip, home at last.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Dripping Crystal Chandelier
Dripping crystal chandelier
dropp by dropp tier to tier
Follow one and see how slow
It drips it drops to shapes below
Ice creations such as these
Clearly imaginations tease
As each bulbous stretch hangs on
Before falling splashing to reform
poem by Harriet James
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Without Feeling Guilt Or Appalled At All
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
Oh it's just too sad...
To know the ones who lead aren't leaders.
Although give they do nice and sweet speeches,
As if what will be done is prioritized...
And homelessness and hunger will soon meet defeat!
It's just so sad...
To witness people struggle to their feet.
And walk for miles to try to keep up...
Their heads as they seek dwindling opportunities.
As others pass them talking,
To leave them without greeting...
Or helping out to meet their needs.
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hospice
She placed it down-
Something you can leave behind she thought but wouldn't say
A green plant in a tub rested next to the bed
A lead laden hand stretched to touch its broken soil
Small thing in the way of things and wondered why.
She thought-
New white walls prepare you best for heaven
While darkness only lingers in the mind
Time the only fight in our possession
Death the only kindness left behind..
She saw-
A fanlight directs the sun across his sad face
The way they said it would the day he came
Hands grasped to find hers beneath the table
And tangled like a vine around the veins
She felt-
A twinge of loneliness that evening in the soft light
Drank a glass of wine alone in bed
Tears filled up her glass in lone procession
Regrets for years when things where never said.
She thought-
New white walls prepare you best for heaven
While darkness only lingers in the mind
Time the only fight in our possession
Death the only kindness left behind.
poem by Alan Halford
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Tear Drops Of Joy
Tear dropp of joy when a baby is bron
Tear dropp of joy when your mother and father tell you that they love you
Tear dropp of joy when my boyfriend bring me a dozen of roses
Tear dropp of joy when I see two people holding hands
Tear drops of joy when all the family come over for a sunday dinner
and I stand back and watch everyone enjoy every one
A Tear come down with joy.....
poem by Valentine White
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On The Top Of A Mountain
Diss your issues that you've got with me.
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
Diss your issues that you've got with me.
Hey hey,
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
You say you've paid,
Dues you want to send my way.
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
You say you gave,
Others time you gave away.
I don't doubt it.
I'm not about it.
You say pain stays...
Riding on your back each day.
I don't doubt it.
I'm not about it.
You seem so afraid,
To let go and just walk away.
Then you want to blame me,
Because I'm not frustrated?
Diss your issues that you've got with me.
Hey hey,
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
Diss your issues that you've got with me.
Hey hey,
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
You say you've paid,
Dues you want to send my way.
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
You've got to learn to make pebbles from a rock!
Keep'a chippin' at those boulders...
'Til you find,
You've climbed to the top...
Of a mountain!
Diss your issues that you've got with me.
Hey hey,
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
You say you've paid,
Dues you want to send my way.
I'm not about them!
Stop and dropp 'em.
You say you gave,
Others time you gave away.
I don't doubt it.
I'm not about it.
You've got to learn to make pebbles from a rock!
Keep'a chippin' at those boulders,
'Til you find...
You've made up your mind,
You can reach and plant your feet...
On the top of a mountain!
You can choose to look down and around...
But you can choose to move everyday,
Without delay,
From all of your nonsense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Candlestick
darkness sets in our place
and from time to time
we lurk without having
to do anything about it
we wait to a distress
we live in distress
we embrace the darkness
tonight i have decided
to light a candlestick
there shall be no cursing
of darkness no living in
the hopelessness of
its useless embrace
i sit watching its light
and start to scribble some
lines for my poetry about
the triumph of light over
the harshness of darkness.
somehow in the middle of
darkness that we find so hard
to explain and live with
we still have something to
do, to tell, and make a difference
from among those who simply
sleep and snore and then
let go with their lives dying
without having to know
what and where meaning lies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waters dropp down
All sweat waters dropp down
Her face smile and disappear the frown
What a glow on shining face?
Adding joy to take part in race
Lovely to admire and nice to hear
Her words dropp like flower
Sun shine and darken the skin
Many hearts fail as she clearly wins
She has her own elegant style
So many times I dropp in to see her for a while
She has determination do to do worth while
At the same time fall for to walk an extra mile
She has tremendous sense of humor
She will not comment uncalled for
It her greatest asset not to come in lime might
She may go in for cause and fight
I have loved her work and appreciated desire
She can all go for well deserved free satire
I sometimes add fuel to fire and annoy her
She now knows the sentence and that doesn’t bother her
Yes, she is half way home
Not far, not near but continue to roam
I have full confidence in her desperate bid
She has all the qualities to form group and lead
Such females excel in life all the way
Nothing can divert their attention and push away
They have come into being and may remain
It is their right and exclusive domain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lavender
while we are too busy
acting all tidy
flawless.
they drag along with them
the stink of a society
that has forgotten
what it is to stink.
they pick up
we dropp down.
hunching their backs to the dirt of culture
cleaning up after the remains
of our consumed pleasures.
we dropp down
they pick up.
they used to be merely grown men
that once towered
over gazes infant
until someone pointed to them
and we learned how to divide.
we dropp down
we dropp down.
yet every so often we will wonder;
soaked in lavender
scentless.
poem by Chris Jelens
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Fear Of Darkness
My heart is weak
there is no feelings in it...
My mind is weak
there are no thoughts left in it...
Where would I be
searching for the lost feelings...
where would I go
in search of my old thoughts...
Days are just moving
with no specific route...
Time's trying to hold on
waiting for me to guide...
Words are in confusion
framing sentences with no meaning...
Where would this lead me
in fear of the fate...
Running in different directions
leading to the end of the road...
With no stops for a break
to catch the lost breathe...
I saw the whole world
coming towards me...
Pushing me into the
deep darkness of silence...
I tried to break myself
free from the emotions...
Pushed the prolonged thoughts
from the edge of my world...
Walked in a lonely path
in search for the light...
Tired, I looked everywhere
for a dropp of life in darkness...
Fate just had a different
view for making me miserable...
Thrown away into the dungeons
my dreams just faded into dust...
Leaving me in a limbo
with no exit in sight...
I faced my worst time
in fear of the darkness of silence...
poem by Sowkoor Nischal Shetty
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Rain from Heaven
rain rain rain rain
the murmer of rain
the sweet song of rain
the wind along with rain
the nostalgic feeling of rain
which can be enjoyed with a sad song
now its raining! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
the dropp that fallen in my face
let it be the last dropp before I die
and let that dropp clean all my guilt
so that my soul will not see hell
then you might hear my sound
along with the next rain; Says
'the rain on that day was from heaven'
(10/2/2009)
poem by Martin Thomas
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