Not Significant
on a jackfruit
tree hangs
a brown
jackruit
wilted by
the past drought
no one notices
it
except myself
who writes
a note about
its
insignificance
below is
is a dead
black snake
no one notices
it except
myself
don't you notice
aren't you
surprised
why i keep
noticing
these insignificant
things?
beyond this view
is the murky
sea
possibly it rained
so hard
in the mountains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They're Noticing
I sit
An average day
I roll my arm over
He notices first
What happened to your arm?
I look at the cuts
That are freshly there
Nothing my cat attacked me
I say
He smiles and turns back around
But it's not my cat's fault
It's my fault
I made the cuts
With my old scissors
Next, She notices them
What happened?
I look at my arm
With the healing scars
Nothing, My cat
She smiles and laughs
I smile a little, too
But that poor cat
Taking the blame
When it's really me
And my scissors
Then, She tells me
You need to put your cuts
Some place else
People are noticing
Your cover is falling
Your cat won't last forever
I nod and cry
She tries to help
But what can she do
To make me stop
They're noticing, Darling
They're noticing
poem by Alyssa Ray
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In Silence
You walk back to school one day in silence
And you think that no one cares
But you're all alone in silence
No one notices you're there
You think you know everything I'm talking about
But you don't know anything about me
You sit own in a seat you don't know anyone
They all stare at you you just wanna
Scream and shout
You walk back to school one day in silence
And you think that no one cares
But you're all alone in silence
No one notices you're there
You just finished reading and you're on to math
If you find someone they can show you the path
You think you know what your teacher says
But it all comes out a blur
But if you believe in yourself
It can change your world
You walk back to school one day in silence
And you think that no one cares
But you're all alone in silence
No one notices you're there
You walk back to school one day in silence
And you think that no one cares
But you're all alone in silence
No one notices you're there
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Like the lake a Chinese poet sits beside in a painting
Who cares about
the weight of a lake?
Who would care to weigh it?
Who cares about
the colour of a lake
without the light of the sky
to reflect in it?
Who notices its modesty,
reflecting all, but silent of itself?
Who observes that the lake
remains unaffected,
not pained by loss,
not pleased by gain?
Who notices its wisdom,
obeying every law?
Who names its generosity,
among the fish, the birds,
the animals who drink?
Who knows whether the tree
leaning over it, sees its own reflection?
Who notices its love?
It bonds with earth,
It flows when needed,
as love does.
Who asks where the lake came from,
seeing it there?
Who wonders how old that lake is?
It is without age today.
Who wonders whether the lake
knows itself water,
or if water knows itself lake?
Who does not go to seek it,
for its stillness, for its silence,
as if it understands the mind’s needs,
the heart’s nourishment?
He is like that.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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What Astonishes Me
beyond words
this astonishes me:
despite the drought
when all the grasses turn brown
when the road gets too dusty
with just a bike moving
passing through
a path where feet are tired
there is this wild resistant
flower blooming amidst
the ruins of the season
a white butterfly hovers on
no one notices it
except myself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suicide
'i cant do this anymore.'
he shakes his head to clear
the cobwebs.
staring blindly around the kitchen,
nothing seemed real,
nothing made sense.
late notices, disconnection notices,
eviction notice walls of paper
falling in.
children fighting over nothing,
or something, what the hell!
woman staring blankly at the tv.
she hadnt seen him in years.
invisible, untouchable, alone.
alone till it stank,
like dried vomit in the heat.
he couldnt remember, couldnt even
remember what or why or when.
and the hands on the clock
thundered and crawled.
he walked out the door
into the yard, staring at
the night sky, and winced.
putting the gun to his head
with one move he pulled
the trigger.
and a lone tree fell
in the darkness.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Key
a cough
is probably all they notice
and all that they will hear
a smile
can hide the truth forever
if no one notices you
a change
in mass because your past
destroyed the love inside
I'm sick
but I lack the energy to
regain my peace of mind.
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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Never change yourself
I dread how people change
They want to become something
their not
It's all because of what they say
I wish that people never changed
The people that make life worth living,
change themself
It's like people try to be like everyone
else
But I'm never going to change, I'm
always going to be the same
Maybe I'm not intellignant nor
am I foolish
I'm one of the bright ones
Which not everyone notices
or cares to look at
But sometimes it's hard to
bare everyday, with everyone
the same
Everyone around me acts
the same
I believe people should maintain
the way they are
Each day I can't help but to notice
that they'll never going to change
In a way, I'm not the same
But I'm sincere, because I'm actually
real
Different makes things stand out
When everything is in black and white,
you'll be in color
When things seem dull, you'll going to
stand out
All though it's the same, I'm never
going to change
If you even have a brain,
I suggest you'd do the same
By a 13 almost 14 year old girl. Don't judge me by my age but my skill and passion for talent for writing.
poem by Clara Diskley
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Wandering Stranger
Down an old dirt road
Lives a wandering stranger
He carries a heavy load
But he means no danger
No one notices his scars
No one notices he's alive
While he picks at his guitar
Everyone continues to drive
He goes home to another night
He's all alone in the dark
He can't afford any light
Trying to avoid the shark
Getting by is getting old
Playing his guitar like a ghost
Wishing for a pot of gold
Dreaming of an ivory coast
No one understands why
He does what he does
He'll break down and cry
Wishing for what was
Looking for a contract
But living for the change
His life is off track
His way of life, strange
He lost his way and his life
Payoff for a wicked mistake
He used to have a wife
Before being bit by the snake
poem by William Mowell
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A beauty is a woman you notice; a charmer is one who notices you.
quote by Adlai E. Stevenson
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Nobody Noticed It
I heard broken footsteps
Was that you limping
Well I wish I that could have spent just a little bit more time with you...yeah
Tears on my ceiling
Werent you watching
Well I guess that none of us will ever know what comes after this
Youre still lovely
You were lovely then
All that you had to endure
I guess nobody noticed it
I know your resemblence
Um its out there walkin
And I wanted you to know that I havent forgotten
When they try to make you look broken
Not while Im livin
But I wanted you to know that I heard what he said when it was rainin
Youre still lovely
You were lovely then
All that you had to endure
I guess nobody noticed it
You made me
I love you
And do you know nothing has changed
Now everyone they notice it
Everyone notices
Youre still lovely
You were lovely then
All that you had to endure
I guess nobody noticed it
You made me
I love you
And do you know that nothing has changed
Now everyone they notice it
Everyone notices
song performed by by Lisa Marie Presley
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It Rained So Hard In The Mountains
it rained so hard in the mountains
and the water ran
together toward the blue sea
a conquest
between brown and blue
i am looking.
the sea is parted.
brown is about fourteen meters.
and blue is driven away.
the trees are bald.
a coconut falls.
we wait. we see how
brownish things murk
the bluish shade of this world.
i am this Filipino.
I am brown. I am what
is this murkiness all about.
we parted.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Orphan Boy
orphan boy cries alone in the dark
tears rolling down his face leave a flooding mark
dirty, filthy, bleeding hair
a single shadow is his only company there
no one helps him
crying face bruised
he had to get away from a family of abuse
he's a child forgotten
hungry in pain
heart so broken
he doesn't notice his blood stain
feeling so empty his body unfilled
he notices crumbs someone has spilled
the boy remembers his dad on crack
he remembers him drunk getting beatings from a baseball bat
running away with sad eyes
nobody notices or cares if the kid cries
he is gone for today
nobody seems to love him and he has nowhere to stay
picked up by a cop
the boy is taken away
he gets in the car and he starts to pray
god i am only seven
but if i die can i go to heaven
the cops eyes fill with tears
the cop drops him off
and the boy dissapears
Do you know the difference between a beautiful woman and a charming one? A beauty is a woman you notice, a charmer is one who notices you.
quote by Adlai E. Stevenson
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There's a difference between beauty and charm. A beautiful woman is one I notice. A charming woman is one who notices me.
quote by John Erskine
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It's hard to notice things without people noticing me and that takes some getting used to.
quote by Edie Falco
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Oh! rain
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to movie
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while playing games
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to hotel
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
while going to picnic
Oh! rain you rained rained rained
wiped away the happiest movements
poem by Garimella Saivineeth
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Who Am I? - A Guess Poem
Emotional, sensitive, vindictive
Beautiful in my own way
I know that I can be dumb
But I am smart in subjects that you aren't
I fight back when I'm cornered
So don't backstab me
I'm the one that no one notices
So, who am I?
Now, the poem she wrote about me.
I'm nice
I am honest
I am easy to get along with
It's hard to get me mad
I care about friends
I try to hide my emotions
I'm smart
I stand up for people
So, who am I?
(This one is mine that is about a good friend of mine named Jaime Anderson.)
poem by Stacey Gibbs
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Shut Off Notices
'Even when to them done,
People still do not get the message.'
Trying to play catch up,
With time given to them lost...
Makes as much sense,
As one setting their alarm clock...
Ten minutes fast,
Only to appear an hour late...
And out of breath.
With yet another excuse delivered to make.
'And...
This is accepted behavior? '
ACCEPTED?
Are you kidding?
The only thing everyone knows,
That happens on time here is...
Those 'shut off notices' received,
From the phone company, cable...
And their utilities.
When someone gets a statement that reads,
'Pay By Noon'...
Pointless it is,
To attempt to make arrangements...
At twelve-o-Five.
'Even when to them done,
People still do not get the message.'
They do.
But guess who is faulted and blamed?
'The utility people supplying the service? '
Them and everyone else,
Tired of putting up with that nonsense.
And have had it with a servicing to them patience.
'So those shut off notices 'are' effective? '
In an 'offending giving kind of way',
Yes!
'Have you ever sent anyone a 'Shut Off Notice? '
No!
But I have...
However,
Made sure any messages delivered I did send...
Were understood without a need for me to vent,
In last statements written.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who does not notice you in rags will not notice you in nice clothes, who notices you in rags will also motice you in nice clothes.
I Tried To Paint The Canvas
tried hard to paint
the canvas of my life
using the bright colors
in spontaneous strokes
but it rained so hard
outside where i watch
the view of things
to come
rain like tears
erased the picture of
myself
of what i chose
to be
those brighter colors
but it does not really matter
i still like
pastel, or the darker
ones, blue and black.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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