The Best Lines Must Not End In Suicide...a Wish
those ahead of us
devotees of the craft have arrived at the
conclusion that the best lines
must end in a suicide,
those that remained have always prayed for them
and for all of us
still in this usual everyday
of struggle, we wish we pray
keep us away from the best lines
give us the wisdom of the divine verses
the freshness of life
the helplessness of the baby
waking up and then crying for help
always wanting of affection
our poems must yield to the pink cheeks of youth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Pigeon
I've picked up your name from the floor
and held it for long on the palm of my hand
watching it gently peck its lines
until there remained nothing not a single crumb
and your name well fed slept for a while
in lines of death in lines of life
in lines of the head and lines of the heart
in intricate patterns that sealed me for too long
there was a lullaby I wanted to sing
but I was not able to open my mouth
for fear you'll wake up and disappear
and I promised myself I would never dropp you again
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Always The Poems In Me
Always the poems in me-
Saying themselves over and over
Returning to lines learned long ago
Or lines learned with more difficulty in old age-
Always the poems in me-
While my own poems written
And forgotten
As if only
Poems of a single occasion
The time of their writing-
Always the poems in me-
The poems which others will have in them after me
Poems not my own.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No Goldfish
Who will care
for my poems
when I die?
I have no goldfish
or pet cat
to give away.
My poems will cuddle up
serenely curl up with you
on a long winter’s evening.
My poems will swim and flash
tails of intricate golden detail
on a long cozy winter’s evening.
Who will care
for my poems
when I am gone?
Goldfish are a sacred species
cats are a sacred species
all life is a sacred species somewhere.
Poems are also
a sacred life force.
For it is the task appointed
to the divine poet to render;
foolish humanity worthy
when seeking redemption,
through hidden wisdom written
within sealed lines, in a starlit poem.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time Lines
i have said nothing for time wont allow me.
time lines... time lines... time lines, what i felt for you has turned to confusion.
as time lines up our times together worry overshadows my 'influenced' judgement.
time lines..
our future perfectly sealed for i filled my heart with your promises.
time outlined your feelings for me..
times we spent together seem so far away like the times of the early bud.
our love has lost its will to florish like juliets rose.
time has outlined my affection for you.
time lines.. time lines..
the memories we once cherished together, the lines that have been put between us by time have destroyed the love once shared by you and me.
time has been thought to mend broken hearts ALAS, it has made matters worse.
time lines me and you. time lined our fate through spectatr critiques.
we possess souls joint together by time, YET its time that divides us.
time took its tole on our love.
is this forbidden love? that time has outlined
time lines my emotions of love for you..
time lines my emtions.
time lines.... time lines
poem by Njube Nangamso
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My Twenty Lines
I just read this poem about using just twenty lines,
and it brought these words to my mind.
Who are they to tell us how many lines we should use to speak?
This is America where we have a law known as freedom of speech.
Just twenty lines tell you something about my life in words.
To me that seem completely absurd.
My life is much more than just twenty lines.
Hell I am thirty nine.
And if they except me to sum up thirty nine years in twenty lines
They are complete outside their minds.
How am I suppose to tell you how I nearly died when I was child?
Or how my mother harsh words took away my smile:
In just twenty lines?
Like I said they must be out of their minds.
I guest I can do if I shorten my life.
I don't have to talk about how much I love my future wife.
But her love is the inspiration for a lot of my poems.
So to not talk about her would be wrong.
I have a lot more to say but I'm out of time.
I reach my limit of my twenty lines.
Baby Its Love
(anna gaye/marvin gaye/charles laskey)
I should run away boy
But Im satisfied
Its your way of loving
Thats filling my desires
Baby when youre gone
I wonder why you turn me on
Ooh, you must be the only man for me
cause youre the only one I see
Its love, ooh baby its love
Baby its love makes me weep for you
I love your affection
Take me in the right direction
For the rest of my life
Im a slave for your love
Just like mama said
I should be without you
But losing you Im dead
Your love is so tough
I swear I just cant get enough
Speaking to you with all sincerity
You dont know what you do to me
Its love, ooh baby its love
Baby its love makes me weep for you
I love your affection
Take me in the right direction
For the rest of my life
Thanks a lot for your affection
Always wanting your protection
For the rest of my life
Its love, ooh baby its love
Baby its love makes me weep for you
Thanks a lot for your affection
Always wanting your protection
For the rest of my life
Baby, for the rest of my life
Baby, baby, baby, baby
For the rest of my life
Baby, always wanting your protection
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Taste
Im up and I can take what you give
And Im here but I dont want you to live with me
'cause all I want is a taste for free
Im down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
Cause I can see through the lines
Cause I can see through the lines
Im down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
Im out and I will stay here alone and without
Someone controlled by the phone and tv
'cause what its doing to me is fine
Cause I can see through the lines
Cause I can see through the lines
Oooh oooh
Step into space
Oooh oooh
Alter my place
Oooh oooh
That someone else made
Why I have stayed
Into things I could be
Or if I could see
Into fog that surrounds
And pins me to the ground
I can see through the lines
I can see through the lines
I can see through the lines
I can see through the lines
song performed by by Phish
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Odisha’s Glory Vavroovahana Patra
Kaui samrat’s poems are ever inspiring;
Kavi Surjya’s verses are ever delighting.
Kavi Vara’s poems provide mirth;
Beauteous is Odisha’s earth.
Odisha’s poets are her glory;
With their poems she is flowery.
Vyasakavi fakiramohana is Odisha’s Glory;
With his verses Odisha is flowery.
Lord Jagannath blessth all people of Earth;
People of the world rejoice with mirth.
Savara Shreekhetra allures devotees;
Jagannath at Koraput blessth with delight.
Bay of Bengal sings the Glory of Jagannath;
He is an Ocean of mirth.
All the Deities adorn Shreekhetra;
Deities bless devotees with mirth.
Maa sarala, mangala, Bimala, Tarini smile on Odisha’s Earth;
Devotees visit with mirth.
Gupteswar blessth the devotees;
Is a perennial Brook of Delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Gem of Love Vavroovahana Patra
Glittering light on the altar attracts devotees;
God’s lovely face allures with delight.
Good women, men chant hymns delightfully;
Govinda (GOD) smiles on the altar gaily.
Grief evaporates chanting God’s names (Mahamantra) enthusiastically;
Glee reigns in devotees reciting name of God reverentially.
Glad devotees derive Divine Bliss;
God fulfills their long cherished wish.
Girls and guys pray Almighty;
God blessth them with gaiety.
Garlands all on God lures devotees;
God embraces devotees with delight.
Gentle breeze brings peace, pleasure;
Gaiety pervades everywhere.
Genteel behavior of devotees entices all creatures;
Gem of love dazzles everywhere.
Generously of devotees brings peace, pleasure;
Genial woman, men pray the creator.
Genius of devotees take people on right way;
God blessth all innocent devotees with gay.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Designs
Circles and lines
are by design
how some move in life.
Those in circles
keep spinning around
and seem to get nowhere.
Those in lines
move straight ahead
as if they're always aware
of what's up ahead.
They do not dread
their future at all
until they hit a wall.
And then they join
with those in circles
and get stuck
spinning around.
Lines can stop.
Circles do not
and so what we've got
is LIFE.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Buried Alive
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
I hate my life
The miracle is coming its just a hole
Nothings wrong with you, just maintain control
Everyones asking questions, your place is safe
Ill forfeit resurrection to escape the pain
I hate my life
I hate my life
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
The storm of thorns is growing
There is no end in sight
Chaos claws my jaw
Thank Metal riot
Im in the mouth of madness with this tongue of poetry
I ate the spine of atlas, now the world is crushing me
I hate my life
I hate my life
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
Buried behind enemy lines
Surrogate child for the sins of all mankind
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
For the sins of all mankind
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Ocean of Tranquillity Vavroovahana Patra
Vernal breeze tranquilises poet with delight;
Poet surrender on the feet of God Shiva, the Almighty.
Fragrance of the pure shrine attracts the devotees;
Poet is a devotee, enchants with delight.
Chanting God’s hymns depicts verses cheerfully;
He blessth all innocent devotees gaily.
Vernal Breeze penetrates waves love, affection;
Beauteous is miraculous creation.
Devotees chant hymns on the shrine day and night;
God is the Deity of Deities, the Almighty.
Devotees drink the nectar of Eternal peace;
In the auspicious vernal mom devotees derive Bliss.
God’s alter is endowed with blossoms and flowers;
Devotees pray God to content the desires.
God’s love is the Eternal Truty;
The Tranquil serene sanctified shrine is an ocean of mirth.
Cuckoo’s sweet melody mingles in the environment;
All devotees chanting God’s name dance with Merriment.
God loves all innocent creatures;
Beautiful is His lovely creation.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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No Poem Pleases Now
No poem pleases now
No lines are just right-
There are good lines
But they are mixed with others,
Awkward out of place-
And I do not know how to end the poems-
Perhaps I should be in Poetry
Better than I am in life-
Less doubtful
More sure of the Beauty and Goodness of things
Better able to give to others
Joy Happiness Hope Love
Gratitude to God –
Perhaps I should be better
Than one who is always ‘trying’.
I am it seems as a poet too
Also not the best example-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poems Are Far Away
POEMS ARE FAR AWAY
Poems are far away
They have gone to another universe.
In this one our enemies
Plot our death
And we struggle to understand
How to move.
So much has been given
So many sacrifices made
And still after all these years
We are fighting for our lives
As if it were day one.
God, how I pray for Israel
Give us the strength and wisdom
To endure what we must
And survive.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
Come and save me
Suicide, suicide
Come and take me
Suicide, suicide
Where are you hiding
Suicide, suicide
Please let it be now
Suicide, suicide
Give me and answer
Suicide, suicide
Release me, i beg of you
Suicide, suicide
I can't take no more
Suicide, suicide
Free me, please touch me
Suicide, suicide
Help me end this
Suicide, suicide
It's only you in my mind
Suicide, suicide
Take me silently
Suicide, suicide
I need it now more than ever
poem by Sumiya Khan
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The tempest
I saw the Lord God fishing
while we were sailing
on a stormy sea
and gigantic waves were crashing
while He cast His lines in
landing here and there
and later landing almost everywhere.
The lines of God were blue-white
hitting the ocean and some the boat
and while the storm ripped, tossed us
to and fro
that ship almost came apart.
His lines thundered in sizzling the water
where they fell
running up through the pitch black clouds
and no gale force wind, no raging storm sea
could deny His will
while His lines
with thundering flame came in
and I looked up into that howling sky
with rain bashing against me,
wanting to see Him
and heard the sea scream
in its anger, saw the torrent wind
ripping the sails to shreds
and the storm died down instead
with a great rainbow
against the horizon up ahead
and His lines were all gone
and I didn’t see one more
and the boat set a new course
to reach the shore.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In Between The Lines
In between the lines
as we go about our lives
we often seem to think
no one loves no one cares
In between the lines
we drag our weary feet
and often think who cares
and shuffles mindless
to the beat
In between the lines
we search for gloom & doom
we come up with outrageous stories
that we plant between the lines
In between the lines
we throw caution to the wind
making out the lies
to be a bitter truth
so just bare in mind
what’s just been said
we always learn life’s mystery’s
in between the lines
poem by Kaila George
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Bilateral Agreements
and so you let me read your poems
after so many nights when you made
them and finally finished all the lines
and i too shall take my hidden pieces
and read them secretly inside my mind
and i will tell you that your lines are as
perfect as mine and that yours deserve
to fly to the skies like mine which have
already perched upon a tree and looking
tired. All of them wanting to sleep and die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Green Couplets 02 Touchy Composition
Between two cotyledons— plant grows with a bud!
With two lines— couplets come into flower with an idea.
Sometimes, two lines may be more powerful than two hundred lines.
Small verses like couplets are really beautiful.
They speak and touch with peace— as Poems for Life.
Couplet— I
Watering rain on the leaves
Orchid plant mutely sleeps
Couplet— II
Under the pillow raining night
Memory coins may or might!
Couplet— III
All green buds grows yellow
Plant or animal must follow!
Couplet— IV
Shooting stars proclaimed that
No one ever will be mate…
Couplet— V
How the moon came into being
The way fishes sleep and sing
Ashraful Musaddeq
poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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Wanting To Be Near You
Wanting to be near you.
Wanting to be near you,
Once again.
Baby.
And wanting you to know,
I am your friend...
Until the end.
Somedays I feel defeat.
And this shows.
Somedays I'm not as strong...
Or comfortable.
I can be weak in mind.
And from time to time...
I am needing more from you!
You're deep within my heart.
This you should know.
Right from the very start,
We were one.
And if I've said or done,
Something you can't forgive.
Please tell me then and there!
Make me be aware,
Instantly!
Baby.
I'm wanting to be near you!
Wanting to be near you,
Once again.
'Til the end.
And wanting you to know,
I am your friend...
With no one and nothing,
In between!
Wanting to be near you.
Wanting to be near you,
Once again.
Baby.
And wanting you to know,
I am your friend...
Until the end,
Of time!
I am wanting to be near you.
Come what may.
Everyday...
We live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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