Loss from death
With death, will die all the secrets sealed,
Wishes withheld, love locked, hate harboured,
Skills stored, goodwill gained and curses contained.
No one is sorry for these when one dies.
18.08.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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And If An Old Man Dies
AND IF AN OLD MAN DIES
(Yet another reflection on Koheleth)
And if an old man dies
And leaves behind him nothing-
And if an old man dies and leaves behind
Much family and wealth
And friends who remember him-
And if an old man dies
And leaves behind him
A reverenced work
Esteemed through many generations-
And if an old man dies
With a name mankind wishes to take with it to its own grave-
And if an old man dies
And nothing survives of humanity
And all his works and wishes
Bound up with the being of others
Who earthbound will die with the Earth
Or transformed into other kinds of being elsewhere
Lose eventually their essential humanity-
And if an old man dies
As all die
And if we stand forever alone in a universe unknown,
Then what else is there but praying to God
And hoping
That somehow beyond it all in some way we cannot now understand
An old man‘s death will be more or less
Than what we can think or know it to be now-
And if an old man dies,
And somehow never dies
And if God saves us all
And if we are surprised
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wisdom Sealed
Millions and Billions starve for food
Billions and Trillions spent on arms
Wisdom sealed.
Presidents and Premiers talk of welfare
Coffers emptied for sake of warfare
Wisdom sealed.
Hunger leads to many a death
Wealth stored in many a locker
Wisdom sealed.
Resourceful few rejoice with luxuries
Remaining lot rot in poverty
Wisdom sealed.
poem by Somanathan Iyer
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I Hate to Love
I hate to love
as it gives pain
I hate to love
and be a loser ever again
I hate to love
as I treat lovers insane
I hate to love
as it is brittle as a cane
I hate to love
as it gives sorrow
I hate to love
it’s not like money that u can borrow
I hate to love
as it ends unhappily
When a partner goes away
and the other waits sadly
I hate to love
as it needs a pair
it’s like a game
in which everything is fair
I hate to love
when love is one-sided
If one flirts
the other lives parted
I hate to love
when someone plays a game
and the other unknowingly
comes under his tame
I hate to love
when it is false
in this case it has no effect
and no cause
I hate, I hate, I hate
I hate everything about love
b’coz hatred is the
extremity of love
This experience is
different in it’s feel
It’s gained only
after a strong zeal
If you Love to Hate
It means you are in Anger
But if you Hate to Love
it means you were someday a Betrayed Lover….
poem by Bineeta Kharga
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Secret
Secrets are good,
Secrets are bad,
I have a secret,
It may make you sad.
Secrets deep,
Secrets shallow,
It may be hard,
To swallow.
Secrets heavy,
Secrets light,
This is to be told,
At night.
Secrets kept,
Secrets told,
This secret,
Is very old.
Secrets of love,
Secrets of hate,
This secret,
Is great.
Secret love,
Secret hate,
My secret,
Is who,
I love.
A guy so sweet,
A guy so great.
A guy so fun,
A guy so nice.
This guy is different,
This guy is a dove.
This is the guy,
Who I love.
Different is great,
Different is sweet,
No one knows us,
So it's great.
This guy is lonely,
This guy is friendless.
I like him,
And he likes me.
No one talks to him,
No one talks to me.
We are the same,
We are different.
He doesn't know,
That I love him,
Cause he knows,
We're the same.
I've no love,
He's caught a dove.
He's had no love,
He taught me how to catch a dove.
He's tall and smart,
He's sweet and friendly,
He's nice and fun,
He's the sun.
I have a secret,
One that's free like a dove,
I have a secret,
That's all about love...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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A Desert Flower In Bloom
I gave you my heart, in death my soul
Once incomplete, but now it is whole
Like a desert flower, my heart had withered
In your shower of love, my heart was delivered
From a tomb, born from hate
Locked and bound, it was my fate
You, the locksmith of my heart
Set it free, and gave it a start
The tomb of hate, sealed with lies
Is not my fate or my demise
The sky the limit, our path unknown
No matter the peril, my heart you’ll own.
poem by Owen Smith
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Hate Fate
My love, my love, thou look into fate
When thou peer in me and stamp thy hate
Indignation, wrath, thy truly ire
And bale with pain in a pale of fire
Hate Kills! The thing that hates
Its powers to act, it entices, it baits!
It's thy hate thou refine, thy hate thou define
Limiting thyself, to hates straight line.
In thy hateful look, mine love still grows
By my love, thine hate shows
That love you did once
But thou killed with hate and walked the path
Of hate's only fate.
Her hate dies…. My hate dies…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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A World Filled With Hate
This world is filled with hate
Hate against life
Hate against your friends
Hate against your pet
Hate against the rain
Hate against a busdriver
Hate against your teacher
Hate against your parents
Hate against your brothers and sisters
Hate against a difficult game
Hate against your job
Hate against the way you live
Hate against your body
Hate against a withering flower
Hate against a not-working car
Hate against someone hurting you
Hate against a child that doesn't obey
Hate against the cloudy sky
Hate against God
Hate against the death
So much hate in everyone of us
We're filled with it
But only a little dropp of love
In this hate filled world
Could overcome every bit of hate
poem by Angel of Death
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Locked in a Box
I'm in a locked box
and I'm searching
for the key.
The key that
will set me free.
But wait this locked box
is like no other...
the locked box I'm
in is not made from
cardboard, glass,
wood, plastic or
leather.
The locked box I’m in
is made by an alloyed created
by my own hands.
My mind is the locked
box that I'm in.
The bottom is made from
the ghetto streets
I grew up on.
And one side of the box
is made from the violence
and abuse I suffered
at home.
Now another side is made from
the drugs and alcohol I used
to escape.
While another side is made of
my own self hate.
Now the last side of the locked
box is made from the things
that used to be my hopes
and dreams,
and the lid of this locked box
is made from my nightmares
and screams.
Now, I’m scratching the walls
trying to set myself free.
Because I can feel this
lock box closing in on me.
Closing in so tight it is taking
away my breath.
This locked box is becoming
my resting place after my death.
Wait a minute death may be
the key.
For if I die I will be free.
I'm in a locked box.
Who is She?
Who is this girl?
Behind the mirror looking back at me.
Do I know, could I get to know,
Do I want to know her?
She looks like me.
My eyes, nose, ears, mouth,
But she doesn’t smile and,
My smile spreads for miles.
I know exactly what I want.
She could never know.
I am outgoing and hardly shy.
She wishes she could be like that but,
Is afraid to step out of her comfort zone,
Thinking someone will laugh.
I don’t care what others say.
She tends to care too much.
I am open you can ask me anything.
She is withdrawn, withheld, and hiding something.
I am a locked chest; you can tell me your darkest secrets,
And no one will ever know.
She is the one you can not trust, spilling out everything,
She is a girl without a filter.
I am strong, and won’t let you down.
She is weak and wont rise to a challenge.
I strive forward through life.
While she is standing still.
I ask myself once again,
Who is this person?
I don’t know.
But I can see her mistakes,
Her triumphs and,
Where she has grown as a person.
And then fallen.
I know everything about her,
Still I don’t know her.
She is like an old piece of bread,
Thrown away and forgotten about,
At the end of a long day.
She is everything I don’t want to be.
Hopefully, one day, I won’t be her again.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Reality Bites
reality has a picture
an old one, still black and white
for which i have
this love-hate relationship
of keeping it and
then throwing it away
again
reality has a way of showing me
that i cannot escape
and here i am as always
visiting it alone when no one is watching
we are friends finally
and we keep secrets
reality knows how to keep this secret
this Sphinx of my mind
that black bird with strong wings that
can fly away whenever it likes
to
and stay on top of the situation
saying:
' i can manage the weight
of silence'
reality this venomous snake that bites
me and can kill me
even
but through time i have taken much
dose by
dose
teeth to
teeth
and so
i gained this immunity
of death and pain
'we get attuned
to heat'
the desert has this
wisdom
somehow
reality is skin to my bones and flesh
or bones and blood
wrapped in sealed
epidermic containers
i have all the options for lying like the other woman
next door
and then suffer
and then be too unhappy
or just
be the happiest man
for the moment
two faces, day and night
when we get older we know what is this all about
and it is not even worth mentioning at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We gained his operational capabilities and he gained our marketing skills.
quote by Mercer Reynolds
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Elements, Death And Life
Love is like a rose
Rose is the symbol of love
Death is like a wind
wind is the symbol of fading away
Life is like a tree
It grows til it dies
Hate is like a fire
The fire grows intill it hurts somone
The symbol of life is a tree
Trre will burn of hate
The wind blow the hate away
Untill it comes backs
Death is not the opesit of life
Death comes in many natural ways
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Love is like a drug
You get addicted
You will get burned
At the same time it is good to keep
This love, this hate
The life, the death
Fire, earth, wind and water
Elements of creation
poem by Fabian Blomquist
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The past looms
With me die
Not blood and flesh alone,
Nor bone and skin alone.
With me die
The value of things held,
The love for persons made.
With me die
Gratitude, indebtedness,
And remembrance too.
With me die
Secrets shared and withheld,
Secrets of others, known.
With me die
The castle I have built
Around me over years.
When I die
It is the past that looms,
Not the future in wait
22.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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
song performed by by Otep
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Screw all those Facebook groups, heres everything I hate and love in one list.
I hate when you climb so far up, and the smallest mistake has you falling to your death. Again.
I hate when the who person means s*** to you makes you cry.
I hate when your happy and your best friends sad, and you sad and your best friends happy.
I hate watching people cry over some stupid b****.
I hate when you miss the sunrise.
I hate when the person you love ignores you.
I hate when it comes to the point that you don't even feel like explaining why your sad anymore.
I hate when your tinniest wishes don't come true.
I hate watching my friends go through the same pain as me.
I hate making the same mistake twice.
I hate insults.
I hate people who pick on one kid who never did anything, when they should be picking on each other.
I hate when the a**hole gets away with it.
I hate how I cry whenever I'm trying to say something important.
I hate when someone pity's you.
I hate when people flip out over stupid stuff.
I hate when girls cause drama just cause.
I hate when people fight.
I hate when you lose the one you love.
I hate when you regret doing something really big.
I hate when I'm mean to people.
I hate when people are mean to me.
I hate feeling alone....all the freaking time.
I hate when your parents are disappointed in you.
I hate my life.
But I love laughing with my friends till my tummy hurts.
I love watching home videos with everyone.
I love taking a walk right after it rains.
I love seeing that innocent look in an animals eyes.
I love the rush of being at a concert.
I love having a moment with a complete stranger in the hallway.
I love those times when the person you love is looking into your eyes and you look back.
I love making people smile.
I love those moments when your not really sure why, but your so unbelievably content with who you are.
I may hate MY life, but I love life.
poem by Gabriella Mantone
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If Love Dies?
if love dies
what does he care?
love like humans
coming from humans
knows too
what death is
if love dies
shall i die with it?
shall i not befriend
the survivor?
shall i try hate? what a choice?
too damning
but how about indifference?
shall it hurt you more?
you chose it but i won't
i had much of it
before you came
into the portals of my life.
i will try being in love again.
i think i deserve it.
i think i must be born again
in some other bosom.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
One day I'll hate you
I hate that I can't hate you
Even though you broke my heart
Even though you told my secrets
And you ripped my life apart
I hate that I still love you
For what you used to be
For when I saw something in your eyes
When you said that you loved me
I hate that I still answer
Everytime you call my phone
And how I hang on every word
When you still leave me all alone
But most of all I hate myself
For what I let you do
And hopefully one day
I can just hate you
poem by Witch Baby
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