Luv 4 U
the best poem
is the unwritten one
unseen one
but more felt
like wind in my hair
like water dripping
from my fingers
like love
inside my heart
that is always
there
for you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dripping Water
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the horizon of heaven,
on the land, on the sand,
makes me happy, and so elated,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the dark black clouds,
on the leaves, on the tress,
gives them a slow quick bath,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the thunderstruck light,
on the eyes, on the cheeks,
makes everyone to turn the face up!
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the beauty of sky,
onthe mud, on the rivers,
makes musical splashes when gets strike,
Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the love of vast scream,
to the beautiful murmors of land,
makes me sing, and dance.
poem by Tayyeba Mustafa
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To The Unwritten
To all the souls that are yet unwritten.
Keep the path of joy and love may it not be broken.
So much to learn and delight be felt.
Take heed my freinds so many experiences to be dealt.
At times it will be hard to pull,
through all the hurt, and pain befall.
Struggle through this unwritten spell,
with a song in your heart and so much care.
Give freely to you soul and earthly mates,
right on through to the pearly gates.
Your lifes path is yet unwritten.
So make it grand and spread joy and love to all of mankind.
poem by Michael McParland
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Obsession (revised)
to believe that there are heights to my own glory
is no longer possible.
On that day in that room, where they wear
all their thick glasses, their hands have already done
what should not have been done.
I was weak, and my mouth did not open.
They kill every poem i had in my palms.
They were doves.
They said they were bats.
Black bats.
No, i said they are the whitest doves i have.
They are even angels.
They were laughing.
Some giggled.
And they
said, 'Crucify him, crucify him! '
IT was an obsession.
That i have butterflies on my hair.
That there were
red roses in my fingers.
There were none, in fact.
What i had are mere words.
Syllables of my survival.
When i left that room, i did not admit that it was my mistake.
Far from that,
i look again at my hands in the mirror,
and i saw
vines, fragile tendrils, and they are so alive, like
dragonflies.
One understands somehow, that we write, not because we want
to have a brand, a name, a tattoo
a heart, a rose, an arrow, blood dripping
NO. That is not so. We write because we are here and our fingers
are always incomplete.
We press our palms on our chest and we say
Look i love myself, and this all i got.
Let me write and let it all be about me.Not for those thick glasses
Inside that room.Their rules are not mine.
I have mine only to give.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unwritten
I have also had my
Poems unwritten.
Like a friend whom
So much I admire.
Had in her
A burning desire.
A love unforseen
For many yet
unseen.
Now my friend
Had her poems
written.
But still I know
more
Her thoughts
Are yet unwritten.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Listen To The Rain
As the leaves swayed by the wind hands
My feeling strongly catch secret sense
There was something in the wind
Calling for the rain...to fall
Wonderful sky with colors change
Sometimes cloudy with pain
Drain all in tearful rain
But now listen...
Listen to the rain
do you listen to the rain?
it tells a story...
'When u meet a friend
Appreciate them, love them
Like me love to earth...
We are far apart but
We remember each other
Either in joy or hard
We remain together'
The last drop
The rain stopped,
There was a rainbow drawn
Proudly high in the blue sky
Expressing a nice feeling
Defined by the rain and earth
Of the true friendship
Everytime the wind kiss on my face
It reminds me to the rain
Evertime the wind touching my hair
Feeling lucky budding in my vein
This is just a nice feeling
Possibly the same way
like earth and rain felt
and this is...
this is because of u my friend
We did creating our own rainbow
Forever drawn in our hearts
cant be seen but can be felt
Safe in our red heart
'when u meet a friend
appreciate them, love them
like me love to earth...
we are far apart but
we remember each other'
...a true word from rain
This memory will remain
poem by Unwritten Soul
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Word Is Just A Word
a word is just a word
and it may come from somewhere else
from a very far place
because a word like a bird has wings
and it has feet and it may hover
on my hair and make a nest there
like this poem
and that poem of pain and that poem of joy
and that poem that you have read and
made me the man crying in pain inside those lines
for a poem is just a poem
and it may come from somewhere else
from a very far, far place
about someone else
because a poem is like a bird with wings
with feet and with feathers and it may hover
inside my heart
and make a house there
and i am there too
emphatizing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This is a poem....
This isn't a poem of one direction,
This is a poem about perfection.
This isn't a poem about who won the election,
This is a poem about correction.
This isn't a poem of getting it right,
This is a poem of standing up to fight.
This isn't a poem of being lost like a kite,
This is a poem about trying to find the light.
This isn't a poem of running tears,
This is a poem about chasing your fears.
This isn't a poem of love and hate,
This is a poem of destiny and fate.
This isn't a poem of the end,
This is a poem of a heart unable to mend.
This isn't a poem of cruilty and pain,
This is a poem of a thng i need to gain.
This isn't a poem of shame,
This is a poem of fame.
Thsi isn't a poem of the life i let loose,
THIS IS A POEM OF THE TRUTH.
poem by Tammie LilAimo
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The Story Of A Search For A Poem
A man went in search of a Poem
He searched everywhere he walked
He searched inside himself
He searched inside the poems of others
He searched and searched -
And what came to him were fragments of many poems
And he thought perhaps that they themselves were the poem
But they refused to be satisfied with themselves-
So he searched for a way to put them together-
But in searching came upon more fragments
With each new fragment totally re-ordering those that had gone before-
So he thought ‘I went looking for one poem but found many
Perhaps there are only many poems’
And he began to write them down
And felt at times that he had found many poems
But always too he knew he had not found the one-
So he searched and searched again
And could not find the Poem-
He is still searching
And does not know where the poem is
Sometimes he thinks it is hidden in the many already written
But he does not have the eye to discern it the heart to feel it-
He now is surrounded by poems-
They are everywhere-
But he still cannot find the One Poem which is the Poem for him
The Poem which is his Poem and his Poem alone-
He says he is still searching and will search to the end of his days
But he is old now and soon may be too weak to search
And so the Poem he seeks the one he has longed for all his life
May never be found
Though he goes on searching still.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My loves sonnet
My loves sonnet
~
My love is an unwritten sonnet
an ode to the greatest beauty
which sparks the soul into a song
and the heart a merry dance
which brings to life many a dream
such joy I now find in me
happy my soul thanks to love
that the world should hear
and share in such sweetness
the rich melody of this sonnet
still remains unwritten
but this love, such love
inspires all creation to thought
how can such beauty
be captured in words alone
to eternity I look and beyond
to read my unwritten love
is to live and watch over it
poem by Matthew Holloway
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It Will Touch Your Heart!
Muse, infuse!
This poem is for you when you read it;
Because, i love you.
This poem is very special and,
It has the ingredients of love than hate;
So, take hate out of you and,
Bring in the light of love! !
This poem is for you because,
I love you;
And, this poem is here to guide you.
It will touch your heart!
Because, it is from my heart;
This poem is the poem of love,
Without hatred that leads to war! !
This poem is all that i have for you because,
I love you.
Smile and, let me see you laughing with the muse of love;
Becuase, i am here to share my love with you.
This poem has the spices of love and the aroma of romance waiting for you!
Because, it is from my heart.
This poem will touch you when you read it;
Because, i specially wrote it for you.
Muse, infuse!
With the joy of your heart;
Because, this is the true love that i share with you;
And, this poem will touch your heart because,
I love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Poem To Be Heard
A poem to be held
a poem to be fed, with words stronger than the ancient
spirits.
Ti's a poem to be read by all.
A poem that beats the heat of temptation away.
It's power in every single word attracts the moonlight.
A poem, a light in the dark wilderness.
A poem that is just needed and leaves the audience
speechless.
A poem that comforts a sad soul.
Read to me a poem
when I'm cold.
Read it to me till I'm old.
When I'm heart broken, a poem, a love, I'd want.
A poem, a victory through lives endless battle.
A poem an epistle to mine heart, and every written word
in it is heard.
A poem, about royalty, about Kings and Queens
and how they live in luxury.
A poem, a song about sweet heavens.
Read me a poem and slow my heart beat down.
A poem with a tasty flavor, I'd want to hear.
Read me a poem that explains how Nelson Mandela
conquered his fears.
A poem that can describe how Martin Luther Kings
felt when he fought for freedom.
I long to hear it,
Therefor read me a poem,
to be heard.
poem by Marlene Rashidi
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Do You Really Find It Hard To Write A Poem?
let me tell you
it is not hard to write the poems in your mind
they are already there in the first place
inside your heart
always wanting to be written
all you need is just your way of waking your fingers in deep sleep
let them be
let them write the words
at the tip of your fingers
let the words speak for themselves
do not intervene
let them be
let the emotions dance like the wind
let the thoughts trickle like the rain
let them be
follow the river as it winds along the banks of your feelings
then watch
how all the waters of your self fall like
a water fall.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Am I And Where Am I Going
those are not questions now.
and i do not need to answer them.
for you.
where am i, i am here, my hands
owning a set of fingers. fingers that
grope for words. for us.
i like to think
i am groping for
the words of love. for you.
i like to see how a leaf sways
caressed by the wind that
loves it. gently. for us to think about
for a time, being, here.
where am i, i am beside
a big box. a house. i am inside.
this big empty box, where
a loud music is played
and my ears are dying
to be sealed by fate
to deafening indifference
of you. from me. i am here.
saving on words. scribbling
some meanings. for us.
i am in the middle of
an overuse. i am in need
of a recluse. for us. to fuse
again.
some birds tweeting
the sound of departure.
is this the mating season
of the wind and the water
and the river and the sea?
where am i going?
i am going nowhere.
i am staying i am loyal
to this seat
i am warm like
a palm. i am going,
let me tell you honestly,
i am going to make a difference.
for us. we shall never be the same again.
you grip my hand. I escape through the fingers
of my watery self.
as usual, you will see me: a river, and then i am
the sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Close To The Wind
Written by gerry beckley and steve levine, 1994
Found on hourglass.
Ah
Lately, it hasnt been easy
Ive been wanderin all night
Searchin, tryin to find an answer
Why Im in this situation
Ive been sailing close to the wind
Trying to keep my head above water
Close to the wind, without you
Ive been sailing close to the wind
Everyday it just gets harder
But youre all I need to survive
For so long it felt like
I was walking on the water
I found the hard part
Is waking without you in the morning
Ive been sailing close to the wind
The weight of the worlds on my shoulders (everyday now)
Close to the wind, without you
Ive been sailing close to the wind
The loneliness its neverending (yes Im falling)
Open your heart, come aboard
And if were back together
I know our love will be everlasting
I still believe that theres a chance
For us to have a happy ending
Peace will reign on earth
Life for all its worth, oh yeah
I pray every single morning
That this time we will be much stronger
Ive been sailing close to the wind
Help me try to find a shelter (to protect you)
Close to the wind without you
Ive been sailing close to the wind
But inside its safe and warm now (were together)
Dont be afraid of the storm
Ive been sailing close, close to the wind (been sailing in)
(close to the wind) dont be afraid of the storm
Ive been sailing close, close to the wind (been sailing in)
(close to the wind) dont be afraid of the storm ...
song performed by by America
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Love, the dive in and out
Falling in love
Is like diving into water
With a splash.
To be in love
Is like to be
In water and inside water
swimming, sporting, playing
Frolicking, floating
With air and without water
To be with the outer world
To be without the outer world.
To be out of love
Is coming out of water
The deeper, one in love
The more time is consumed to come out
The more time is consumed to dry oneself
Getting out of love
Is not coming out to senses
Time has different unseen path
To traverse back
For each lover in love.
poem by Subrat Pradhan
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The Wind
The wind is whispering in my ear
But all I hear is him telling me that he loves me.
Even though he's no longer with me.
The wind is running his fingers down my hair.
Just like he.
The wind pushes me to where we met.
The wind reminds me how much I miss and love him night and day
The wind keeps whispering in my ear
But all I want to see and hear is him
poem by Makayla Straight
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Poem about Poetry - let my poem
let my poem
be like the abrupt rain
that strikes you with its cold
chills you to the bone
let my poem
be like the intermittent rain
that comes down in all manners
from that slight drizzle
to the persistent drops
that ache the skin
and the thunderstorm
lightings, bolts of thunder and all
in all intensities
war of the gods
sighs, roars and ra tat tat
the rain....
light, heavy, slanted,
straight
trailing the north wind
let my poem be the
waft of fragrance from
mom's favourite cuisine
that precipitates
pangs of hunger
to taste the real thing
let my poem be
the sudden lurches of pet cat
or dog to your laps
as you step into the house
meowing and yelping
licking you in the face and fingers
let my poem be like
the first love letter you got
from secret love,
all the niceties, heartfelt words
that sought a passage to your heart
let my love be like
valentine blooms
that swarm your table
all the fresh red roses
that bow to you as you
search your way through
for the name that really matters
let my poem be, let my poem
be like the historic
tale of romeo and juliet
a broken love that
burns the heart through
all the generations
let my poem be anything
but the words that string
the real experiences of my world, your world
words that bring us to a new dimension of growth
of love, hate, jealousy.......in all intensities
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Because I Am Blind With You I Can See
i ask for your fingers and you were so kind
you touch me with the gentle feel of such
tiny ten tributaries
with so much love your fingers have become a set
of loving hands
and you take me to places i have not been before
to things i have not ever touched
to feelings i have never felt
this is our house, you first tell me, feel the living room
it is warm and cozy and full of concerned conversations,
this is actually what we call a home,
and you are here
you are telling me with the definite and bold strokes
of your choice of words
and this is the window, you continue telling me
this is where you see the world outside
those are blue clouds, and i have known blue
through the ice cubes that fill the glass of orange juice
that you give me
those are red roses in the garden, and i feel the red
through the hot tea that you serve me,
and then
you take my hands to your breasts, and you tell me
this is me, and i feel the beating of your heart and you tell me
again
inside is my heart, and with all love you are telling me again
you are always here
and this
i have felt, and since then i am never blind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Your Heart My Love Reside
Silence knocks the door of the night
Wave of coldness felt, cannot hide
Solitude blew frozen kiss, desire for love inside
Be strong my heart, to carry love inside
Loneliness tried conquer this heart slowly
Numbness whispering onto me gently
I need temporary place for my love to reside
Save my love, while protecting my heart
Need to find true home to keep your pride
My love, for a while we should be far apart
Snowflakes surfaced almost the whole of the heart
Not waste time, searching for suitable empty heart
Not choosy but mostly with thorny inside,
Afraid love deeply bleeds by that dark dart
Somehow listen to your voice, sparks light
Gently greet, save my love, offer your heart
Under the moonlight and brighten stars tonight,
Thou crave your chest, took out your heart
Inviting my love to lay into your beating heart
But why taken away your love from that warming heart?
You said two loves too big for one small heart
Request for your love to stay in my frozen heart
How could you believe in my beat less part
For saving my love, you bet your sacred heart
And your shiny love deserves better heart
Warm and comfortable place to stay
That's what my love want me to say
Thanks as the best place you give it to lay
For your love attached in my heart, i always pray
Hoping you could feel the same way
Miracle of your love heating my iced-heart
While your heart keep guarding my precious part
Fully mended, perfect time for my love back to this heart
But when you said...
'Keeping your love is what i want, my love for your heart'
'But if u refuse, my love will back to my broken heart'
No way...
I'm will not be that cruel for you who saved my heart
For everything you do, promise your love safe with me
I choose my own way but still carry your love with honestly
Keep mine, lock your love in my heart
Being far apart, miss piece of mine tonight
Because my love with you, belong to this heart
I know you miss your love in me very hard
I'm realized that i wrongly decide
We shouldn't be far apart
let the loves close to their hearts
Wonderful gift from God to make life moves on
There is no end for our loves stop to keep breathe on
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Description and note:
It's is an imagination of where's love have to stay..in Heart,
As heart is a guard for love and soul to stay protected..
More that that, love keep heart to beat...This is imagination
of Love theme poem, as friends ask me to have a pure love
theme in my poetry, so i write this..Thanks for reading
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poem by Unwritten Soul
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