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Why This Poem Is Born

this is my only chance
to be alone and be myself
again in the middle of this
crowd, where all voices
speak, and no one is heard

this is the voice inside the
bottom of my heart
beneath the layers of my
thoughts

in the forest
there lies this niche
where i can be so
at home and so silent

this is the craving of
the restless soul trying
to find a place to be
in the peace and quiet
of its solitude

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace be with you (Latin-Pax Vobiscum)

Oh God! I need a quiet place,
Where flows the nectar of peace,
Not that kind of dead peace,
In the grave, one finds with ease.

I went to the Himalayas Mountain,
But peace there was no certain,
As the solitude tore my mind,
A little peace when I tried to find.

I heard good spiritual lectures,
Those from eminent preachers,
For peace, I left no place unturned,
But with a perturbed mind I returned.

Tell me, oh God, that unknown place,
Where lies that elusive peace,
What I need, now I can find,
So, I’ll have peace of mind.

God answered, “Hey you fool,
First learn to keep yourself cool,
Don’t search elsewhere out,
But dive deep into your heart.”

“Peace isn’t an object that lies outside,
But it’s a feeling that’s generated inside.
Learn to cultivate peace in your heart.
To enjoy this peace, better you now start.”

“Know this I’m in your heart.
I fill it up with peace quite a lot.
This divine peace when you merit,
No need to go elsewhere for it.”

poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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In the Middle of a Crowd

Today I was in the middle of a crowd and that when I heard her. Her sweet voice filtered out all the cell phones with the different ringtones. All the voices of the people from a businessman making a million dollar deal to a toddler having a tantrum because his mom won't buy him a juice-box. Her voice even may the barking dogs bark mute and the birds chirping song silent and her voice was the only one my ears heard. In the middle of a crowd is where I wrote this poem because the lady's voice I heard was poetry.

poem by Lore Me34
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I Have A Voice Of My Own

I HAVE A VOICE OF MY OWN

I have a voice of my own
It is a small quiet voice
It does not know violent metaphor
And it cannot surprise very much
It is a small quiet voice
And a quite simple one
It loves to think it tells the truth of my soul
But no doubt it has its own forms of ironies and deceptions-
There are other voices much greater than it
Stronger voices and more poetic voices
And voices which rightfully more appeal to others
But my voice is my voice
And it is the one
I am trying to
speak to you with now.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ode To The Voices in the Wind

Voices in the wind so silent
But thou art so triumphant
With a divine hand you create sunlight
By the way you walk in the twilight
Darkness falls in a waterfall of sound
But in truth you never drowned

Hark the voice in the scarce crowd
Whom the voice is proud
Of the luck that commands your strife
Your treasures include a knife
You’re the shinning star of beauty
Others shone mutely

You seek a quiet room where life can roam
In a dress of pale silk you return home
Power, Providence and Prejudice you destroy all
Your strides bring Peace, Pleasure and Pride for those you call
Your home is a quiet place, a cottage on a riverbank
But then you’re a Goddess with no need for rank

You ride an ocean of clarity and beauty which is you
Like a queen you command a battalion, which is true
Thou art but a child, but your love diminishes war
A child and Goddess as one you will soar
I was told all this by one person more
A voice in a wind was all I saw.

There are voices in the wind said the God
But to your face all I could do was nod

poem by James Davies
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Something More Beautiful Than A Well With Water

we always want a well full of water
like a glass to its brim

there is more beauty somehow
to a well running out of water
the hollowness beneath
the sound of the wind
filling its emptiness

much different than the dripping
of the rain
from a rooftop
where one may feel so safe inside

the darkness of the bottom
the dryness of the soil
beneath

it is in there that some real voices speak
the one that you have not
heard

they are so deep and real that they cannot
refuse to tell you the truth

it is like someone is moaning
and you feel that you are one of them seeking
the voice of God

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Voice Says In My Heart

Dreaming of a life of peace,
Though I am shattered to pieces.
A damaged spirit, resulting from a defective mind.
Broken and irreparable, so I think.
But my thoughts got me here in the first place.
On my knees, looking up, I see the light.
Shining down on me from above.
It connects with the light inside.
The voices in my head silence.
My mind clears, true vision appears.
'Pick up the pieces.', the soft voice whispers from within.
'Many pieces, put together, makes a piece.'
'That is what you seek isn't it? '
'Give them to me, for the pieces are heavy'.
'What I have created, only I can fix.'
'It was broken by you in the first place.'
'Because I was not your first place.'
'I was your last. I was your end.'
'But now you have reached me, '
'Let me show you what I can do.'
'For I come with an eternal warranty and a misery back guarantee.'
Piece by piece, I was put back together.
Until I was one.
Not one with my thoughts, but one with my maker.
No longer listening to what the voices in my head say.
But to what the voice says in my heart.
As it whispers to me, I can feel it's voice.
'Peace.'

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Two Voices

Two voices I hear inside my head,
Both wanting their own way.
I must figure out, which voice must go,
And which I allow to stay.

One is the voice of my spirit,
The other of my mind.
One will move me farther ahead.
One will pull be further behind.

But I do not know, which voice is which,
And which voice has my best.
In order to know, which voice is true.
I put both voices to the test.

With one voice I know peace and love,
Are the rewards that I will find.
And the one that creates confusion and fear.
That is the voice inside my mind.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Restless Heart

Words & music:amy grant and michael w. smith
On the street it never changes
Theres a chill in the air
Icy people, empty faces
Not a word, not a soul who cares
Do you give up
Have you given in to the lie that a heart never changes
Dont be fooled by what you see there
Another man with another case of
Chorus:
One restless heart
Who never could find love
Too many hurts
To reach out again
How can he know
Love still wants to find him
One restless shell of a man
Dont look away
In a moment his life could be new
Just a moment and love could break through
Oh finally some place to start
For a man with a restless heart
Why the fear then, why the worry
Why the walls holding love inside
When youre needed in the fury
In the fighting to save mens lives
Dont you give up
Dont be giving in to the lie that a heart never changes
If you reach out godll reach in
Bring an end to another case of
Chorus
One restless heart, one restless heart
One restless heart, one restless heart
Hes got to know that love still can find him
Love can reach any man
Dont look away
In a moment his life could be new
Just a moment and love could break through
Oh finally some place to start
For a man with a restless heart
Tag:
Dont you look away
Oh never a stranger again
Love has saved a restless man
Finally some place to start
For a man with a restless heart
Tag

song performed by by Michael W. Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Silence and Talking

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts
You cannot stand the solitude of your heart, so you speak out
Indeed, you talk from fear of being alone,
Sound becomes a diversion and a pass-time

The silence of aloneness reveals your naked self, so you seek escape
You talk without knowledge revealing truth you do not understand

When you meet a friend let spirit guide your lips and direct speech
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
His soul will know the truth from your heart
Like the taste of wine remembered,
When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more

poem by Ray Lucero
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Could It Be

Well I don't know what to say
Because there's truth to what you say
I know it kills you I'm this way
There's something different every day
Could it be I that I never had a chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit is to find a place to hide?
Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree
Could it be that I'm only being me?
Not easy living in my mind
A little peace is hard to find
My every thought is undermined
By all the history inside
Could it be I that I never had a chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit is to find a place to hide?
Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree
Could it be that I'm only being me?
I know I hear the words you said
Over and over again
I just can't get them through my head
There's just to many voices
Must be like living with the dead
Waiting for me to begin
To do the things that I have said
And for this I'm sorry
So there's some truth to what you say
Could it be I that I never had a chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit is to find a place to hide?
Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree
Could it be that I'm only being me?

song performed by by Staind
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Find My Way

I don't know how to let you go
I've given to you all of me.
All that will ever be,
We share the same heart and soul
I want you to believe in me
See through my eyes and you will know
I'll take my chance that you will come home to me
Even if it takes some time for you to work it out
I'll be there.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
If I could be everything you want
If I could change everything that I have done
Only you'd know where I have gone
I wanna prove I am worthy to be called yours
I need you more than I ever have
And I don't wanna stay, try to find me if you can
If I get lost along the way, please don't forget me
Know that I'll be here.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I've still got a ways to go,
So far away from home.
Inside I always knew,
I'd Find My Way to you.
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll be there, I'll be there
I'll Find My Way to you

song performed by by P.O.D.
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A farewell to Ole Bull

There was a fountain in my heart
Whose deeps had not been stirred;
A thirst for music in my soul
My ear had never heard; --

A feeling of the incomplete
To all bright things allied;
A sense of something beautiful,
Unfilled, unsatisfied.

But, waked beneath thy master-hand,
Those trembling chords have given
A foretaste of that deep, full life
That I shall know in Heaven.

In that resistless spell, for once,
The vulture of Unrest,
That whets its beak upon my heart,
Lies, charmed, within my breast.

Pale Memory and flushed Hope forget;
Ambition sinks to sleep;
And o'er my spirit falls a bliss
So perfect that I weep.

Oh, Stranger! though thy Farewell notes
Now on the breeze may sigh,
Yet, treasured in our thrilling hearts,
Their echo shall not die.

Thou'st brought us from thy Northern home
Old Norway's forest tones,
Wild melodies from ancient lands,
Of palaces and thrones.

Take back the "Prairie's Solitude,"
The voice of that dry sea,
Whose billowy breast is dyed with flowers,
Made audible by thee.

Take back with thee what ne'er before
To Music's voice was given,
The anthem that "Niagara" chaunts
Unceasingly to Heaven; --

The spirit of a People waked
By Freedom's battle cry;
The "Memory of their Washington,"
Their song of victory.

Take back with thee a loftier Fame,
A prouder niche in Art,
Fresh laurels from our virgin soil,
And -- take a Nation's heart!

poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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The epic

Today,
I am alone
Beneath the sky
There is no one
Here,
To whom
I can say
Mine
Today,
I am missing
Whom
Who, too, will be
Missing me
Now
I just want to
Listen to her
Voice
But I have no
Choice
She has forbade
Me
To do so
I am weeping
Inside
Want to she her
Not possible
Now,
I am missing
Her
Today,
I feel
What love is
Today,
I realize
How much i
Love her
Today,
I can say
Only one girl
I love
Even more than
My life
Each second
Lingers a year
Craving for her
Face
May she too will
Be remembering me
Now,
I just pray to god
I want to hear her
Now
I want to hear her
Voice
But alas! I have no
Choice
Why such seperation
I can with stand
I am dying
To hear her
But couldn't do
Anything
She is far away
From me.
Far away very
Far
I can't do anything
To see hear
Mearly go on weeping
And shedding tears
I imagine
How one can miss
Someone so madly
But I am an ox example
Today
I have felt
What heart contains
What eyes have
To see the beloved
They are fighting with me
I am just going on
Consolidating
Then now and there
O! my beloved
Please say
You too are feeling
The same
You too ae buring
In the same flame
Speak to me
Talk tp me
Lingering;
Longing;
Craving;
I am
Where are you
Can't you feel
My tars
Where have you
Gone?
Come to me soon
Come! And me mine
I can' wait now
Darling!
Are you geeting!
What I am saying?
Speak to me you
Why are you slient?
I am waiting for
Your single word
That escepes your
Lips
My life! Why are
You taking me?
You are my soul
Aprat from me
I think
You too feel the
Same
But you are not
Answering
As of same problems
But whenever you
Get a chance
Give your moblie
A glance
And call me than
As I am wating always.

poem by Vizard Dhawan
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The Only Voices I hear Are On The Inside

I was born not being able to hear
Born not hearing my mother tell me I'm dear
Born never listening to anyone who spoke to me
Born not enjoying music
Born without the ability to gauge sound, unable to hear the clock tick
But since the day I was born
Since before I could talk, I could scorn
There was one thing I always did hate
And that was the thing deepest inside of me,
The thing for which I cursed fate
Worse than deafness or being unable to see
Since the day I was born I heard voices
Not when loved ones talked, but voices that weren't my choice
To hear, voices that were inside my head
Voices that nobody else heard, but I didn't know if they were lying
Because my hearing has always been dead
I'd hear screeching or dying
When none was there
Those voices they'd tell me what to do and how could I deny them?
They were, they are, and they will be the only ones who care
Because they're the only one that speak to me, I can't find the sin
That I committed to be born like this, to be born broken
I've heard more conversations than any other man
And yet I've never heard man utter a word, through my whole lifespan
The only voices I hear are on the inside
And it's the greatest torment that I hide
They'll just tell me I'm crazy, well in writing
But these voices, they accept me, they sing
These voices they know because they've talked to me
These voices are the only I've ever known the
The first voices I've ever heard
Like a mother, I've never listened to a singing bird
But I've listened to a cacophonous symphony of arguing inside my head
These voices are like the woman I did not choose, but wed
I can't separate myself from them
The only time I hear anything, it's torment to condemn
Me, it's funny that I could never speak to anyone but myself
But I guess I've never, ever, been lonely... not ever.
I
Have
Never
Been
Alone
W ho could save me from myselves?

poem by David Knox
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Nobody's Home

Well I couldn't tell you why she felt that
way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes
again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she
belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the
reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't
find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she
belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...

MEONLAFESTA

poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Nobody's Home

Well, I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you've left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah

song performed by by Avril Lavigne
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A Prayer

LADY, in thy proud eyes
There is a weary look,
As if the spirit we know through them
Were daunted with rebuke
To think that the heart of man henceforth
Is read like a read book.
Lady, in thy lifted face
The solitude is sore;
The true solitude follows the crowd.
Will it be less or more
When the words have been spoken to thee
Which my heart is seeking for?
Lady, canst thou not guess
The words which my thoughts seek?
Perhaps thou deem'st them well to spurn
And better not to speak.
Oh thou must know my love is strong,
Hearing my voice so weak.
Lady, ah go not thus:
Lady, give ear again:
Lady, oh learn from me that yet
There may one thing remain
Which stands not in the knowledge thou hast
And in thy lore of men.
Lady, the darkness lasteth long
Ere the dawn touch the skies;
Many are the leagues of wilderness
Till ye come where the green lies;
Nay often betwixt doubt and doubt
Death whispers and makes wise.
Lady, has not my thought
Dared much? For I would be
The ending of darkness and the dawn
Of a new day to thee,
And thine oasis, and thy place of rest,
And thy time of peace, lady.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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In the Depths of Solitude

I exist in the depths of solitude,
Pondering my true goal,
Trying to find peace of mind,
And still preserve my soul,
Constantly yearning to be accepted,
And from all receiving respect,
Never compromising but sometimes,
Risky,
And that is my only regret,
A young heart with an old soul,
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude?
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity,
To learn and live twice as fast,
As those who accept simplicity.

poem by Jade Kaur
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In The Depths of Solitude

i exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
never comprising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
a young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
how can i be in the depths of solitude
when there r 2 inside of me
this duo within me causes
the perfect oppurtunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity

poem by Tupac Shakur
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The Unknown Star

I was born of an unknown star, of a mother who did not know herself-
From the very beginning I was a canary that could not sing and who
Would fall to the ground every time I lifted my wings to fly-
Trapped inside a cage of my own delusions,
I was alone looking upward towards that clouded sky, searching for that unknown star,
Where by chance I could find a place where I would belong-

My mother wept a wide stream of tears
Not to be consoled from the deep pain that tore at her heart-
The day I lost myself to another world, she abandoned me as agony wrenched her soul-
A phantasmal canary lying still at the bottom of my cage-
Hiding behind a rainbow looking for rays of hope,
Trying to deafen the voices only I could hear,

Searching for that unknown star,
I would dance in the rain beneath the faint light of the moon at night
Seeking for myself, that person I could not find, however
All I could find was a shadow upon the wall-

A shadow upon the wall I hardly recognized as myself,
A reflection within a pond which was that stream of my mother’s tears-
Dancing in the rain trying to become somebody,
Somebody famous or a perhaps an angel or a saint,
Trapped inside a cage of my own apparition where dense cloud cover barred me from
That unknown star where I might feel at home-

Looking about me at hillsides I might have tried to climb-all I could see was my shadow.
A shadow upon a hillside or inside, a shadow upon the wall,
A vague reflection within a pool of tears- Seemingly eyes of a ghost staring into mine,
Reading the demonic thoughts that raced inside of my mind-
Born of an unknown star, I had never found a home and
Born of an unknown star, I had never found myself-
Searching inside and outside all I could ever see was
A dark shadow of a lost person with no destiny or direction-

That canary that could not sing or fly, or perhaps a being who
Tried to come to life dancing in the rain beneath the faint moonlight- I became
A shadow dancing beneath the light of that unknown star I could not reach-
Hoping someday I would save the souls of those who despair and expectantly
Someday I would become that canary, but lifting my wings to fly and bursting into song,
Joyfully watching the sunrise as the moon would vanish
Behind disappearing dark clouds of despair.

poem by Claudia Krizay
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