What It Is Really?
somewhere our words take us
beyond
somehow we write because we
must rise
some build ships
some of us have to create an ocean to make these ships sail
some of us must know each feather to make us wings
some of us must assure that we too can fly
for we are part of this lonely planet looking for a cure
of humanity's universal sickness
this emptiness that no one feels
if i must, if need be, we too have to create God to create us
it is said He created us in His own image
and we who are lonely and fearful must accept and simply believe
we pay nothing for this
we only have an imagination
some of us has to settle in that bottom of faith
some floors must hold us as we float in space and need to land
we create floors we recreate the meaning of floating and settling
we are tired and what we need most is this peace
the calmness of everything is our dream
somewhere somehow we are and so we keep on writing
some of us has to imagine that we are at rest
some mock us because we seem to be always in motion
eternity, infinity, this somehow this somewhere
always taking us away from us
somehow somewhere we think we understand
we grope we feel and yet we are unable to hold any
and so we keep on saying and saying and saying
but what it is really? what it is really?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hold My Hand
'No you really shouldn't hold my hand, it's dry and bleeding'
'You really don't get it do you? '
'What do you mean? '
'The important part is that it's yours, and I love you, I love all of you '
That why it means so much
That's why I have this dream and many more
Because I feel like I'm someone, or something to abhor
But when someone treats me like 'I'm worth it' and such
It means more than words can describe
I dream of this conversation thinking of a girl to ascribe
It to, but even in my dreams
It seems
That I could never even imagine up girls like the ones that are made
I could never imagine their complexities
And personalities
Compared to those creations my imagination is just a charade
It's a joke, the real beauty that God called woman
These creations, these masterpieces I'm sure they've already exceeded
My expectation, of even this seemingly terribly romantic situation
But even so
I still feel alone.
With no one to hold my hand
So now my imagination comforts me while destroying me
Sometimes I just wish someone
Would hold my hand.
This desire for love... could it possibly be from you God?
Why does it create such pain....
Aren't you always there even when life seems to wain
Aren't you holding my hand
Because even so
I still feel alone
...
Sorry God for not having stronger faith, I love you
But even so I still feel alone.
poem by David Knox
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When I Look To The Sky
When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye
And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go
Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here
And every word I didn't say that caught up in some busy day
And every dance on the kitchen floor we didn't have before
And every sunset that we'll miss I'll wrap them all up in a kiss
And pick you up in all of this when I sail away
And while I float upon this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that I hope will never leave
Whether I am up or down or in or out or just plane overhead
Instead it just feels like it's impossible to fly
But with you I can spread my wings
to see me over everything that life may send me
When I'm hoping it won't pass me by
And when I feel like there is no one that will ever know me
there you are to show me
song performed by by Train
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My burning desire to create
MY BURNING DESIRE TO CREATE
So intense and so powerful
Like a furious burning fire
My desire to create is so powerful
So painful and so throbbing
Like a hungry child crying for food
My desire to create is so hopeful
So rigid and so consistent
Like a passionate entrepreneur
My passion to create is so unshakeable
Every hour that passes by I want to create
Every moment I spend I long to create
I have a living urge and desire to create
A living passion to express myself
A burning desire to live my true life
Sometimes I hide myself in the midst of business
At times I deliberately cloud my space with my busy life
Sometimes I try to hide away from my passion to create
Sometimes I try to narrow down the size of my passion
But regardless of all my efforts my desire always finds me
I am so transparent inside, my passion to create
Has invaded all my privacy inside
So strong and so powerful
Like a helpless child looking for love and security
My desire to create is so seeking and so burning.
poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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And So I'm Writing...
I'm hard-pressed for time,
yet I do have the heart
And so I'm writing
Know not what to pen down,
have a paper to write on
And so I'm writing
May be I'll write about 'you and me'
Or may be of 'us and them'
Feel like playing with words
And so I'm writing
May be that starving beggar's hungry looks
Or that homeless Child's beckoning eyes
Are making me scribble these lines to you
And so I'm writing
May be you'll find my words vague
Or you might decipher a meaning
Intend to leave you in the oblivion
And so I'm writing
Whatever might be the impression I create
Wish to see its reflection on your soul
And leave an imprint on your mind
And so I'm writing
May be you and I've become immune
To the pathos of mankind
Or may be there's still
A dropp of humanity flowing deep within us
Wish to arouse 'The Human Being' in you
And so I'm writing...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Also, they don't understand - writing is language. The use of language. The language to create image, the language to create drama. It requires a skill of learning how to use language.
quote by John Milius
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Peace by Piece
We must create peace,
Peace by piece,
Every part by part,
Every heart by heart.
Let us make a start,
Let peace be the art,
Of creating peace within,
Let us now begin.
Time for war is over,
Time for peace is here,
Of hate let's stand clear,
Let compassion be our spear.
Everything will add up,
Like water filling a cup,
If we change ourselves,
Things will change themselves.
Creating a paradigm shift,
With hope as our catalyst,
Humanity will unite,
Under one banner of light.
Just like the coloured rainbow,
Understands and knows,
It emerges from one light,
One source, one might.
We must unite in humanity,
Leaving behind our insanity,
This vision is not vanity,
It can be our chosen reality.
Your participation is requested,
Your participation is required,
Fill the heart with compassion,
Peace will become a passion.
Let us make a start,
Let peace be the art,
Of creating peace within,
Let us now begin.
We must create peace,
Peace by piece,
Every part by part,
Every heart by heart.
poem by Jasdeep Hari Bhajan Singh Khalsa
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Pandemonium
Who but he,
Could create such pandemonium.
A flickering light that had burned out of sight.
And yet so beloved and giving.
Who but he,
Can stir unbelievable fantasies.
To secure and keep you interested,
For almost a half of a century.
Pushed into the limelight.
And made to thrill.
Made to keep producing...
To fulfill someone else's will.
Who but he,
Could create such pandemoneum?
And if looks could kill,
Each one initiated satiated...
Monstrous appetites for his love.
And somehow he knew this would grow even brighter.
After the sight of his flame was gone.
But he would make sure his flame would burn on!
And on.
And on.
And on.
With a brighter intensity sought!
Too much of him,
Is still 'sizzling' in vaults!
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.
It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one is denied.
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And he has done his best...
Now he must have his peace and rest.
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And with his every step...
He made sure everywhere,
Everyone...
Would hold their breath! '
He made sure...
Everyone
Everywhere,
Would hold their breath! '
'It's pandemonium,
On and on.
And the beast he has created...
Is there to satiate.
It's pandemonium,
On and on.
To thrill and satisfy,
To make sure no one who knows him,
Or those who opposed him...
Will be denied.
'Cause he's a 'thriller'
All the time.
Who thrilled us with his music,
And mind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At The First Light Of Day
I now create poems at daybreak
Each one has a sunshiny theme,
Capturing thoughts as soon as I wake
My text resembles a dream.
I consider friends over the ocean
As I write my poetry in motion.
Birdsong is sweet at the dawning
As I welcome the first light of day
And words overflow without warning
~ I think I have found a new way ~
Writing verse with care and devotion
The story of Poetry In Motion.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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At My Window Sad And Lonely
At my window, sad and lonely
Oft times do I think of thee
Sad and lonely and I wonder
Do you ever think of me
Every day is sad and lonely
And every night is sad and blue
Do you ever think of me my darling
As you sail that ocean blue
At my window, sad and lonely
I stand and look across the sea
And I sad and lonely wonder
Do you ever think of me
Will you find another sweetheart
In some far and distant land
Sad and lonely now I wonder
If our boat will ever land
Ships may ply the stormy ocean
And planes may fly the stormy sky
I'm sad and lonely but remember
Oh I'll love you till I die
song performed by by Wilco
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If you create an act, you create a habit. If you create a habit, you create a character. If you create a character, you create a destiny.
quote by Andre Maurois
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In April
I sit on my pillow
My cat on my head
I hear your voice, boy
And cant forget
Your kisses were cold and
Full of loneliness
Hold deep sadness
With my hands
I wont be here - I wont be there
I will write another story
And my tears
Will create
Will create a lake of sorrows
Chorus:
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
You call my name
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
The clock strikes twelve
Theres no time
Time to sleep
Well go upstairs
Straight to the sky
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Chorus
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
Was not here - was not there
song performed by by Wonderwall
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Faculty
Sometimes it seems so hard to work out the words,
and then again it seems not hard at all. Just write,
is as simple as that. There are times i can't seem to
work the words, other times the words come up
bubbling in my head with character and meaning.
At times i feel challenged by other writers, and i
begging to doubt my ability to work the words,
i simple read another writer and then i know i have
nothing to be worry about. I understand then that my
contest is with myself and not with other writers.
We all think about the same things, because once
in our life’s we all go through the same situations.
We all have the brain to create anything in our heads.
There’s nothing that i can't do if i focus and if i
don't focus; “you see” this word- focus is meaningful
in some ways, we need the focus, but in poetry we
need more the fantasy in our thoughts, the meaning
to our words, focusing can be important, but if your
head is not in the mood, there’s not going to be any
words bubbling up, even though you don’t need it so
much, because you can create a poem out of anything.
There’s one thing about writing, and reading poetry,
understanding the meaning behind the words.
Every word or phrase has a meaning behind, this is
where readers need to understand; for example-if i'm
drinking away my sorrows, it can mean, crying my
heart out, it can mean, i need to forget, it can mean,
a big hangover, it can mean, sleeping out in the porch,
it can mean, forgetting all you did last night; how many
things out of a phrase. Right know I would just like
to be in my cabin and sit right in front of the fire-place
with a bottle of wine and enjoy my pastoral life while
i write, amazing things.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Love Poets
The love poets sit and write psalms or
songs with the extension of their palms
they sit and wait untill they catch a glimpse of you
Because girls like you are the inspiration
The poet is dying to find a way to re-create your beauty
but what we create can only do so much as to aleviate
The stress that builds on our chest,
I feel it everytime i sit beside you
I jot down lyrics each time i sight you
and if i could slip you this kiss you
could circle yes, no or maybe, despite who might see
Your the inspiration that keeps me writing without end
You make me wish i had and unlimited amount of ink in this pen
because each time i write a poem, and you that its about
I start describing why i love you, and the ink in my pen just runs out
You could say im a love poet, but what
would these be without you.
Every syllable, line, metaphor is completely about you
Just, dig through the meaning
I hope you start to understand what my feelings are
Because when i write poetry, i feel this bar set by you and i cant reach
I want to incorporate your beauty into my poems, please teach
since this lesson would take much longer than 1 session
I cant wait for you and i to continue this progression
poem by Jason Murak
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Just An Illusion
Decorated my lamp with crystals and pearls to
create illusions of frosted dewdrops to combat
the heat, watching the Moody Blues singing
‘Once Upon a Time’ portraying first love
Knowing it is just an illusion too – but oh, how
we humans create the best visions, how won-
derful to dream, isn’t it strange there always is
more happiness in our minds than we can find
In three-dimensional reality; meaning we always
grow through evolution, never to stop, increasing
our joy unto infinity - and beyond
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Seen Yet Unseen
(8/30/12)
What is this thing that is seen yet unseen
And people search for it all their lives
Are even willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.
What is it that gives life meaning
And makes everything as beautiful as can be
Or create misery.
What is it that can bring a nation together
Or make it fall - become the biggest thing
Or even small.
What can create strength and take away despair
Yet you'll always find it in the air
It is - LOVE, HOPE, FAITH
And can open up any gate.
LOVE - between man and woman
And of family and life.
HOPE - of things to come
When at first there was none.
FAITH -in GOD and all that he does
Which is seen and yet unseen.
The three most powerful words
Second to One
The FATHER, the SON, the HOLY GHOST.
And of this I gladly boast.
© L.RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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I write
I write and imagine
and create my own story
and what I think I write down
without anybody being able to stop me
and there’s a knight clothed in steel
who’s finished fighting and unsaddles his horse.
I write and imagine
and make everybody’s story
of peace descending to earth,
children honouring their parents,
being exemplary and prepared to study,
but reality is cruel and naked
and I write and imagine.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dream Of U
In my dream you give me a
chance
And I try my best to bring trust
back in you again
In my dream I can hold you your
hands
And try to pull you closer in every
way that I can
In my dream I wipe away your
teardrops
And create for you a new hope
In my dream I take you to go
shop
And the endless fun seems never
stop
In my dream I hold you tight
And keep you warm throughout
the night
In my dream you tell me 'Baby
don’t make me cry!
And don’t leave me like all these
other guys! '
In my dream you kiss me
tenderly
And it makes me feel so heavenly
In my dream I make you believe
And you can count everything on
me
In my dream I have all that
But when I awake- where’re you
at?
In my dream, I have all your T.L.C
When I awake, no one around
but just me…
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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One Day
We each live and love our lives
Along the blueprints of our favourite stories,
Borrowing here and there
From fairy tale philosophies afar,
Entwining tapestries that speak in symbols
The animals understand.
The ebb the flow,
The rush to go.
We create our love,
We create our hate,
We create the fear
Of Heaven’s gate.
And all I know
Is that what is in me,
Is going to be you
One day.
poem by David Lacey
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Just A Drop
Just a dropp of water into a still pond, sends out
Ripples to an even larger area.
And so is the love from GOD.
For what he gives is better by far.
The ripples create more than we could ever imagine
Or dare to dream, of things that are seen and unseen.
It gives hope to the ones in despair
And with that, they continue to share.
They share that hope to all that they meet
As they walk down a lonely street.
We can never exist with out feeling and thinking
about how we came to be
if it wasn’t for GOD
Within you and me.
He created that dropp for he knew
that it would create the ripples
that would save me and you.
That dropp that I speak of is not water you see
It was the blood he shed at Calvary.
He gave up his life, because he knew
That this was what his father
Planned for him to do.
He was taken away that very day
But three days later he was on his way.
He now sits at the right hand of GOD
And sees all that his death created
And the love that he taught others to share
Is spread daily through out the year.
poem by Louis Rams
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When I’m lonely
When I’m lonely
i think for bit,
why do i feel
this bitter loneliness
When I’m lonely
I see people around me
MAKING ME feel
more lonely & everything
still seems the same
When I'm lonely
I sit at home
hold my pen,
take my copybook
& start writing poems
writing what sad life i have
When I'm lonely
I scream at the world
why people become more
selfish & betrayers
Why do I have to be lonely,
Is there no one can understand Me
When I’m lonely
I imagine there is Only
Me in this world,
Just me being lonely
it's better than being with people,
Cause there is no one
Can understand Me
When I’m lonely
I close my eyes,
and I hope to wake up
To surprise,
I hope to find
Some one who'd truely understand Me
Not loneliness to guide me
When I’m lonely
I Come close from God
and then i find that
there is nothing better than
being close from God,
Cause there is no one can understand
except the God,
.................When I’m lonely
..............I put a fake smile on my
.......Face and cheat the
.........................whole world by it.
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poem by Oussama samouna
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