There Is This Pain...
that goes on and on
and on and on
and even if you offer all these
to relieve yourself
they still keep on going on and on and on
as though you are a fool
not having learned a lesson at all
there is this pain
that justifies you own way of becoming one
hardheaded poet
i stays with you and you begin to like it
because there is something
poetic in its bleeding
an elegy
for its death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How To Survive Without Riches
First,
We must relax.
And begin to breathe...
Slowly.
In with the new.
And out with the old.
In with the new.
And out with the old.
Remember...
There is only one cycle of breath.
Now...
We are all ready,
To learn a lesson about trust.
Let us all close our eyes...
Gently.
Deep breathe...and,
In with the new.
And out with the old.
In we go...
With the new,
AND...
Removed from us,
Is the old!
In with the...
'Hey?
My watch is gone.'
~Where are my shoes?
My wallet is missing.~
'You said,
We are all going to learn a lesson about trust.
Everything has been taken from us.'
Trust!
Has been a lesson...
A major lesson,
All of you have learned today.
~TRUST?
Everything.
Our valuables have been stolen from us.
That's not trust.
That's THEFT! ~
I disagree.
IN with the NEW.
And OUT with the OLD.
There is nothing crooked about that.
And TRUST?
I think you all have learned that lesson.
DO NOT EVER DO IT!
EVER...
AGAIN!
'What about our valuables?
Our things? '
You have all signed contracts,
Stating you come to me...
For lifestyle changes!
And...
You can admit with assessment,
Everyone here has experienced...
Immediate and rapid change.
Have you not?
I will expect all of you back,
For the next session...
BASIC LIVING!
HOW TO SURVIVE WITHOUT RICHES.
And...
STILL FEEL THE GLOW Of LOVE!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bigger The Fool
(jim rushing/larry cordle)
Her long legs looked like trouble
As she sasheyed through the door
And my mind flashed a warning sign
That i chose to ignore
For the prize i thought i could win
The risk seemed mighty small
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
Fell in love in the heat of passion
Oh, but passion has it's price
Under all that beauty
Beat a heart that was made of ice
God knows as far as i could see she didn't have a flaw
But the bigger the fool the harder the fall
I said a woman to keep
The softer the skin
The sweeter the love
The more bitter the end
Well, one lesson i've learned that applies to all
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
One day she was lovin' me
The next day she was gone
And i became another verse
To a lonesome heartbreak song
Now that i've learned to face the truth
The words stick in my craw
Well, the bigger the fool the harder the fall
I said a woman to keep
The softer the skin
The sweeter the love
The more bitter the end
Well, one lesson i've learned that applies to all
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Bigger The Fool
(jim rushing/larry cordle)
Her long legs looked like trouble
As she sasheyed through the door
And my mind flashed a warning sign
That I chose to ignore
For the prize I thought I could win
The risk seemed mighty small
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
Fell in love in the heat of passion
Oh, but passion has its price
Under all that beauty
Beat a heart that was made of ice
God knows as far as I could see she didnt have a flaw
But the bigger the fool the harder the fall
I said a woman to keep
The softer the skin
The sweeter the love
The more bitter the end
Well, one lesson Ive learned that applies to all
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
One day she was lovin me
The next day she was gone
And I became another verse
To a lonesome heartbreak song
Now that Ive learned to face the truth
The words stick in my craw
Well, the bigger the fool the harder the fall
I said a woman to keep
The softer the skin
The sweeter the love
The more bitter the end
Well, one lesson Ive learned that applies to all
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
The bigger the fool the harder the fall
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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I Feel Pain
I Feel Pain from the generations of mistreatment
I Feel Pain that you may not
I Feel Pain from years of suffering
I Feel Pain. From the discriminating plot
Some people think that I am crazy
Some people think that they follow in my ways
Some want no part in my actions
Some could care less about the previous days
I Feel Pain from everyone who almost did something
I Feel Pain from everyones hate
I Feel Pain from all who have lost
I Feel Pain from the ones who's help came to late
There is a lesson to be learned from all of my troubles
A lesson some might think is insane
You need to be aware of what you do to others
Because of you, I Feel Pain
poem by Patrick Cusick McKay Jr.
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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here
Forgiveness: The Greatest Lesson Ever Learned
Forgiveness,
The greatest lesson ever learned,
From the greatest story ever told.
But is it a story or a promise?
If you do this, you will get this.
That is a promise.
He did this and this is what he experienced.
That is a story.
Simply an outcome.
Their outcome.
What if this were your story?
Could it be the same outcome?
If you do not try, you will never find out.
A muscle being worked out,
Experiences pain, then growth.
The heart is a muscle.
Growth comes from pain.
Am I angry that I am hurt?
Or should I accept?
Others have hurt me,
As I, have hurt others.
From them, I hope for forgiveness,
As a result of the pain I have caused from the mistake,
I have learned.
In the end, they were my blessing.
Another hurts me from their mistake,
They too have learned,
Yet they are my curse?
We are all each others lessons.
Each other's opportunity for growth.
What we embrace, is what we experience.
If we forgive, we are forgiven.
Then we receive the promise.
If the promise is true love,
Then isn't worth the lesson?
If you do not learn the lesson,
You won't get the story.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Spirit Of Poetry!
when a spirit of poetry decent,
it came
In a form of dove
When it came
Jesus became first poet under sun
And Almighty God
Was already, first poet over sun?
Using Poetry in poetic foam
Almighty GOD spoke through poetry
And he is a poet himself
Now his poetry is everywhere, and anywhere
We interact with poets
Words are like soil, are everywhere
Brighter that Sun
His poetic lights lead the way
When he likes
He will come
He will be in poetic foam
To Re-arrange poems
Schedule them in a poetic manner
On a judgment, He will met poets first
And secondly meet
Those who haven't written a poem
To Discuss similes, metaphors and personifications
Future of poetry is in heaven
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Ocean
I do not want to wake up thinking of you
I let you out of my mind.
Time is going to make it fine.
Sitting looking at the ocean, I throw all my problems in.
Deep in the ocean they all float.
I no longer hold on to that pain.
Yes I am intense and feel to blame.
But today I see it more than you.............
Today I let it all go and I will begin again.
Another lesson learned another heart burned...
Pour me a glass of wine, hold me and tell me it's okay?
My life will only begin...................
Letting it all go.........
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Push Me
Album: No Excuses
Ever since the world's been turning
It turned away from me
I've been pushed across the planet
To find my destiny
I've been running away from something
Thats deep inside myself
I've been running till that someday
When I reached the border's edge
Refrain:
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
The weak play the strong out of fear of what's wrong yeah
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
I'm still running yet I don't got
Ground beneath my feet - something is tracking me something is wrecking me
I'm still running and I don't have
Time to fall into deep
Refrain:
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like this
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like this
Push me living on the edge
The weak play the strong out of fear of what's wrong yeah
Push me I'm living on the edge
Push me I'm sick of living like that
Push me living on the edge
Im sick to death and learned the lesson
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Elegy of a poet
I do not understand
as to why the people
are weeping,
crying,
mourning
and
to exhibit their sympathy
to match
or exceed with the compassion
of other in the same pursuit,
shedding the tears
for a poet
who died
writing poems
on everything
which even
the sun could not see
or imagine,
but could not
spell a few words
for whom
he lived,
he tried everything possible,
everything impossible
by making it possible,
and died
and
before the last collapse
entered the endevour
of writing poetry
on the walls of solitude
and confinement
leaving behind
the belief that
he might write
something
on his own epitaph
once everyone
pays the final tribute
and leaves the graveyard,
to show her that
he can write his own elegy,
an elegy of a poet
by the poet.
poem by Sandesh Shinde
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I'm Dying inside
I'm dying inside, crying, bleeding, screaming
but no one can tell because I keep a straight face
on the inside i feel like killing myself
i feel like i have no reason for living
like something is eating my insides
There is a voice in my head telling me to just die
That no one wants me and sometimes I feel like its telling the truth
My inside hurts they're screaming at me because of the pain
I've tried evrything but nothing works
What should I do about the bleeding that I feel inside of me about the screaming about the pain
I cant take the pain the bleeding the screaming
I must do something
I must go somewhere where the pain will go away where everything bad goes away
I know what to do but I'm scared
But the pain the bleeding and the screaming is getting worse
I do what i have to do
I take they knife and put it through my chest
I wake up and the pain the bleeding and the screaming inside me are gone
I have gone to the better place where ther is no pain
Where there is nothing that can hurt me
There is no more dying inside me
The pain the bleeding and the screaming are all gone
poem by Nicki Faith
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Death is....
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Copyright © Rebekah Johnson (Age 12)
poem by Rebekah Joh
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We Keep The Pain Inside Us
we keep the pain
inside us, we feel happy too at times
but happiness seems to be
a bad teacher
whatever lesson is found there
we always easily forget
pain is magnificent
when it comes we really feel it
down to the last nerve
to the last marrow of our bones
even rattling
with the sound of its groans and wailings
and so here i am again
writing, learning, exposing
the poet of pain
unswerving, and you may not like this
i, am, this, poet,
this, pain, this, universe
where, you, also, revolve,
take, orbit, where,
you, are, a, part,
of, this, poem, please,
move, on, we, may, have,
this, needless, collision,
let me have
my way, i am about to
explode
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sickness, Life
Anger, frustration, pain
All the symptoms of life
Life is not easy
Life is not supposed to be easy
Life is a giagantic lesson to be learned
Life is sucess you must earn
Even through the Anger frustration and pain
There is somehting to gain
Sucess is not handed to you
Sucess is earned
Life is not easy
Life is like an illness
You cant get through it without pain or frustration
This is how life is
This is how life always will be
poem by Poetic Flower
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Nine Times Blue
Theres a certain something in the way
You looked at me and said youd stay
That let me know that I was out of line
But I didnt know what else to do
And like a fool I tested you,
By demanding things of you which werent mine
And now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me
But you did it with such love
That youre standing far above
Me and all I did to you
Im sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world
That I have found me such a girl
Whos there to pick me up before I fall
And if in the end we should go
Both our separte ways I know
The lesson Ive learned here is worth it all.
cause now I feel like such a fool
For making you crawl back to me
But you did it with such love
That youre standing far above
Me and all I did to you
Im sorry now, what can I do?
I know that never in the world
That I have found me such a girl
Whos there to pick me up before I fall
And if in the end we should go
Both our separte ways
I know the lesson Ive learned here is worth it all.
song performed by by Monkees
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Hetuaght me a lesson
He said he was going to
teach me a lesson.
I needed to no some things.
The lesson was rape.
But he said it was a game.
He said I had to learn sometime.
When he'd finished.
He smiled and said.
This happens to
Stupid little girls
All the time.
I was only teaching you a lesson.
If it was a lesson to learn
It was one well tuaght.
Be weary of who you trust.
For you never can
Read people like a book.
If you could
The world would be safe.
It was a lesson hard learned.
One that still remains today.
Its a lesson that effects me still.
I only wish I could
Of turned and run.
Only when your young
Like that you dont
Really understand.
If I did
I would of ran.
A thousand miles a way.
Out of reach.
And out of harms way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
poem by Shenise Ashmeade
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Why Didn't You Warn Me?
Sometimes the best lesson to learn,
Is the one that is self taught.
With a discovery that has been enhanced.
Since the effect of it has a permanent existence.
And is better than anything tried,
By another who attempts to teach...
But thought to be unqualified.
'Why didn't you warn me? '
~Let's see...
After standing on my head.
And banging it up against the wall,
To get your attention...
I decided I had enough of it.
How many times did you expect,
For me to waste my breath? ~
'I didn't think you would allow me,
To make a fool of myself like I did.'
~And...
You learned nothing from that lesson? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poet's Answer Is the Poem
The poet’s answer is the poem
Even when Poetry is irrelevant-
The poet reads the situation
As if its soul can be told in words-
The poet is a fool of course
Enslaved to what he is and what he does
He makes the poem everything
When sometimes it is nothing at all-
I am that poet I suppose
I am that fool certainly.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Chidioch Tichborne (1558-1586)
On September the nineteenth 1586 in London Tower
When the bloom of his young life was decaying like a flower
Dying in the cool winds of the early Fall
In words his tragic life he did recall.
Chidioch Tichborne to something beautiful to gave life
In his farewell elegy to Agnes his wife
An elegy still read and popular today
True greatness can be slow for to meet decay.
Accused as being in a failed plot to murder Elizabeth England's Queen
His best days as a poet he had not seen
Hung drawn and quartered a brutal way to die
Such a death to justice surely gives the lie.
Executed in his twenty eight year even in those times that was young
But he did not remain as one unsung
His gift of life may have been snatched from him in his prime
But his life story and his elegy have withstood the test of time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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