Memories
Memories have no age, no death but birth.
They come out not as per seniority.
Love and hatred have given them birth.
Pain and pleasure are their end products.
Joy and sorrow are their finished goods.
They tell me to love or hate a person.
They tell me to fear or scare a person.
Memories are the soul’s manifestation.
05.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Birth Love
My love is like a birth
Happens once, once for a soul
Cute face and tiny structure
Loved by all as a child
Even I got the care and love
All the joys and happiness on earth
But only for somewhile and sometime
As a man passes his infancy and gets adult.
All I know is my love remains in me
As an infant child of innocence
As the essence and childhood memories
It comes before me when I think
Think of myself with them and her.
Going with Keat's and his dogma
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
Love is birth, birth love
This is all you know about birth
This is what you need to know of love.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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The Anatomy of Love
Hate is love-
just standing upside-down.
Love and hate are not real opposites,
They are just the opposite sides
of the same coin.
Hate can become love very easily:
and love also can become hate
with the twinkle of an eye.
Hate is not very far from love,
Hate is just love in a disturbed state.
It is only a question of re-arranging
and hate is turned into love.
Love can become hate,
and hate can become love as well,
You hate a person
and you love the same person as well.
One moment you hate,
another moment you love-
love and hate are two sides
of the same coin.
Love and Fear are the real opposites,
Fear can never become love-
there is no way.
And love can never be fear,
there is no way.
Fear has to be dropped,
then love arises;
or love has to be forgotten,
then fear is there.
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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My Heart is Broken
Does anyone know that my heart is broken?
Perhaps no one really knows because of the laughter I show when I'm with them,
Nobody knows that my heart is hurting because of that person.
Those days in love it was the laughter that made me happy,
Waking up in the morning next to the person that I loved,
It was everything that I could wished for,
But the laughter faded when the person said it was over.
Years have passed by but the memories are still here,
And I don't think I could ever erase the person from my mind,
Those wonderful memories from my heart.
My heart is bleeding from the sad memories that were once happy,
I can laugh and laugh,
I can lie to myself and my friends,
But the tears from the laughter are the tears from the heartbreak.
Sometimes in the nights I hear myself laughing,
The laughter that echoes through the nights,
Through the lonely dark room,
I sometimes realize that not all of the echoing sounds are laughter,
But they are the tears and sadness coming from my heart.
How can I erase anything when the person's love was so beautiful?
How can I erase that person from my memory,
When I still love that person so much
poem by Heather Noble
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The Greatest Plague
Hate consumes the people of the world like a
plague that kills. Turn to hate we do in times
where things are wrong in thine eyes. Try to
justify it by calling it what you like but in
the end it all amounts to hate. Someone attacks
the weak we go after them claiming justice but
we allow the anger to lead us away. Sorrow can
leads us to hate without a soul even realizing
it. So hate has the ulitmate power in this world
that call home. Hate is everything that does not
envelop love or happiness. We allow more hate
than love in this land. You can call it what you
like. Spite anger sorrow loss sadness jealousy
pain. They all lead down the road to hatred.
The paths may go in different ways but all in
in the same place. Being there alone without
a person to stand at your side. Without the
happiness and joys of life. You can say that
sorrow loss and sadness are not hate but when
you think about it your sorrow can turn feeling
sorrow for a person can turn to hurting another
you feel anger towards those who would not help.
Loss you blame someone or something for taking
someone away from you. Perhaps your loss can
change into seeking vengence. Sadness how could
it turn you wander but sadness it self it loss
and sorrow. When sad you are easily swayed by
one of great influence good or bad. Hate has
the power to do more to us than one can ever
think or imagine. For those who do no see it
just turn the pages back in time and all shall
be revealed then. Hate is destroying us swiftly
one day at a time. Hate is the worlds greatest
plague.
poem by Jacob Adams
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Why Death
tell me why you fear death,
you call it the end.
an enternal void of no escape,
a pit of pain and sorrow.
quit showing such ignorance an fear,
cowarding in a corner as you cry,
'please leave me be death.'
how it sickens me.
everything has a beginning and an end,
life begins with birth,
and ends with death.
so tell me why death is allowed to be enternal,
when birth is so short.
poem by Sebastian Awa
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Not Even a Girl
Forgetting her is turning to be so easy now, since the one I hate, that person is forever erased from my life, birth or death is not my concern anymore.
I tried so much to make love to you, with my patience, with my honesty, also with my purity. You never wanted my love and went on to say in your poetic verses, that you were acting in a play with me, for those six years?
She is not even a girl, since when I look at girls I just want to respect them and love them. You, I hate, actually hate since all that you could do is to push me away from you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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That One Song
That one song that two
people share between
themselves.
A song that has so many
positive memories in
that one song.
And when it comes on
Everything seems to stop-
And nothing matters but
all the memories with
that one song
and that one person.
When they are there with you.
you can remember together.
When the other person is not
there it makes you wish.
That they were with you
to hold you and to
dance with that person.
To move with the beat
standing together in
the arms of each other
Once you find that person
to share that one song with.
Nothing should break the
bond between you.
The bond of love.
poem by To Those Who Wonder What Life Is About
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Memories will always remind
People say that you have to let go of the past if you want to make it to the future,
Truth is that you will make it to the future but your memories will never fade,
Even the ones that a special person has given you,
That you just can`t earse,
Memories are one of the best things a person can have because its something to look back on for as long as you live,
Memories are ever lasting,
A story to tell,
So hold on to those memories,
For in the future as well
poem by Shanice A. Rodriguez
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The Awareness
Pleasure and pain
Are born out of brain,
Which is the seat of mind,
Governing all the senses.
No-love and no-hate
Are also born out of brain,
Which is the seat of awareness,
Buried deep in the brain.
Joy and sorrow
Are the products of mind.
No-tear and no-laugh
Are the manifestation of awareness.
One is brute and the other, mute.
Adopt them as you please.
02.08.96
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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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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My Cross
I guess it doesn't matter.
You don't trust me anymore.
You think that I will never change.
You're always keeping score.
You live in what I said and did.
And you will not forget.
Regardless of what I say or do.
To you I am a threat.
I think you really fear me.
Because of who I'd been.
And even though I've changed now.
To you they are unseen.
I show you then you tell me,
It's all simply an act.
This kills my heart and hurts my soul.
Yet I still remain intact.
I try and try and try again.
But still to no avail.
You act like I'm a loveless beast.
You let hatred prevail.
I feel as if the war is lost.
And love will not endure.
I believe you think love is a disease.
And hatred is the cure.
I know you're a great person.
I hate to see you hurt.
I keep returning my heart to you.
Yet you treat me just like dirt.
I don't think I can ever stop.
Regardless of the pain.
To keep on giving you my love.
Even though my heart is sprained.
So you can keep on stabbing,
My heart that's on my sleeve.
I will hold it still for you.
Because I do believe.
To love someone, when they don't love back,
Is worth it's weight in gold.
Love is like a treasure,
That can't be bought or sold.
It's what the bible tells us.
That love is filled with pain.
But it is truly worth it.
It gives us everything to gain.
Now I will hang upon my cross,
To prove my love is true.
And show you my love is pure and real,
I do all of this for you.
So you don't have to believe me,
You can think it's all pretend.
But I know the pain is worth it,
It's worth it in the end.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Imagery
Timeless,
Appealing,
Imagery,
Personal,
Experiences,
Love,
The language of the soul!
Sweetest joy,
Memories,
Soulmate,
Classmate,
Mate,
Country life,
Village life,
The birth of a child,
The ways of things,
Education,
Work,
Properties,
The muse of life! !
And, like the things that i go through to become a person.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The liberation
Deliverance of birth
Saves you pain and sorrow.
Redemption of birth
Earns you joy and pleasure.
Which is liberation?
22.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thoughts and Visions
Thoughts and visions pass my way
in the twilight of my years.
I hold tightly to all of them
and try to hold back tears.
I long for them to never leave
and escape my memory.
I take great pleasure in them all
and never want to be
unable to keep them tucked away
and faced with vacant space.
Thoughts and visions are what I need.
They're like a warm embrace.
Memories of days that brought me you
and love was there for the taking.
Memories of nights that lingered
when love was in the making.
Memories of birthing both my sons
and experiencing the pain of joy.
Memories of the lyrical sounds
that were infused inside my soul.
And memories of sun filled days
to take away the cold.
I could go on and on with these
as my years do pass.
And express my thanks for all of them
and pray they always last.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hate in proxy.
Love and hate are two poles
Between which mind travels.
To love is a pleasure.
To hate too is so.
Love is what you in take.
Hate is what you give out.
You cannot but love;
You cannot but hate.
Love one in person
And hate one in proxy,
An easy way to tackle
09.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Value your soul
The soul and the body aren’t separate.
They’re as integrated as body and heat.
To love or hate a person is soul’s act.
To love or hate a thing is body’s act.
Soul, not body, experiences shame.
Body, not soul, ignores guilt and qualms.
Value the soul to value yourself.
07.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Word Hate
'Tis a word that's heavily loaded and not a word to under-rate
And they should not be taken lightly those who do use the word hate
In their reference to others those they do claim to dislike
The word hate is like an adder with head raised ready to strike
Hatred can lead to bodily harm or murder or some other serious crime
And it can lead one to confinement to serve years of prison time
Hatred is a thing that's dangerous it can be taken too far
It can lead to acts of terrorism and lead Nations to war
If somebody say to you I hate you and give you looks that seem severe
That person is a person you may have reason to fear
Hatred it can lead one to a serious crime it can be a dangerous thing
And those who act on their hatred shame on themselves do bring
Yes the word hate is a loaded word for hatred can be taken too far
It can lead to terrorism and to murder and it can lead Nations to war.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My mark
I don't want you to cry on last day
I don't want you to cry tears of sadness
I want you to cry tears of joy
Cry cause because you remember the good things I use to do here on earth
I want you to remember my smile
My jokes
My T L C
I want you to remember me as a fighter
I want you to remember me as the most sweetest person
I want you to remember me as someone who always made you feel good
I want you remember me as the friendliest person
I want you to remember me as the person who use to light up the room
I want you to remember me
As a nice smelling perfume
I want you to remember me
As a hereon
I want you to remember me
As the most craziest person
Not in bad way but in good way
That is why I worked so hard
To became a good person
In order for you to have lots of good memories about me n less bad memories
I want to be remembered as person who left a really good mark
Vangile Mtyali
Written on the 28/02/2008
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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