Teardrops
I saw a young man crying at the bus stop
and stopped to lend a shoulder for his pain.
He tried to give me reasons for his sorrow
but I said that there was no need to explain.
A tear reflects our lives just like the sunshine,
within it lies our flavour and our worth
Water holds the magic of renewal
and saltiness a taste for life on earth.
Water brings forth life for every creature,
without salt our food would taste too weak.
If someone sheds a teardropp please don't waste it
just remember to bless the one who weeps.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Taste Or Life?
They say honey is sweeter than wine;
Many say kiss is sweeter than wine!
Some are fond of sweet taste in all;
Many like hot taste in food we eat ever.
Taste is just a flavour of coffee we take;
Tasteless food nobody likes at first ever;
But food for living life cannot be ignored.
Sugar coated pill makes us take medicine;
Just like that taste makes food delicious!
Taste various from person to person ever;
Hence one man's food is another's poison!
So also taste for poetry, novel and articles
Say about one's mind, heart and soul ever;
More than taste food for living is fine ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Of The Tea
People drink tea for many reasons:
One wants to feel the flavour of the tea,
Another wants to feel the taste of the milk,
And others want to feel the taste of the sugar!
Of the tea,
But with many reasons;
And this is the same like our lives on this earth,
But let us make the right choices always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Water: The Gift From Nature!
Water, water, and water
The most purest sign of virtue,
How wonderfully nature has indebted us with this gift,
An offer that none can resist
Oh water, water, water
Comes in all forms of states
Solid, liquid, and gas...
Packaged in all forms of life,
That subtle taste that we cannot taste,
That deep fragrance that we cannot smell,
As it falls onto your smooth skin and romances around your body,
That reassurance in the body which rests the mind,
That horrific depression if suppressed from,
Energy replenished, mixed in all sorts, organic and inorganic, for it were not for thy water, how could you fabrish the presence of life?
poem by Sahil Mamtani
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Raining in Sea
Raining in sea
Fruitless some says
I disagree
Raining in forest
In villages necessary
I say.
Rain is necessary
For food
Food is necessary
For living creature.
Rain gives water
Water is life
There is life
In animate
In inanimate
Water is necessary
For all.
You are present with all
You are in all
Sea sky earth air fire
You are my only lighted star
Do not go far.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Mirror mirror…
A mirror reflects all but lies.
Reflects the things
Everyone denies.
Reflects the way
You shaped yourself.
Reflects the things
Complex, simple, hidden and obvious.
Reflects the things
We have done in our lives.
Reflects the things
We don’t want to see.
But it has never reflected
Me.
In darkness and alone
I sit at the edge
Of icy cold black water.
Mirror mirror…
I sit their staring at no reflection
Thinking of the things I am,
Daughter, student, sister, lover.
But it does not define to me who I am.
I see all the things
I don’t want to see.
Perhaps than there is no “me”?
I do not exist in my reflections.
I can not find me in those titles.
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps then it is fact
Am I nothing more but that?
So should I satisfy with the things I see?
Is life’s lesson then that you should “just be”?
Is there nothing more then the endless time passing?
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps it is why it is never said
That a mirror holds an answer.
poem by Zarina Binda
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Water.
Water drips off my body
Red water
Black water
Water that looks like glass as it rolls down my face
Stop the pain
Stop the water
Stop the liquid pouring from my body
Feel the pain
Breathe it in
Taste the hurt flowing
Flowing
Ever so smoothly
Ever so beautifully
Red water
Black water
Water that looks like glass and cuts like a knife
Red water
Looking so pretty
Glistening in the light
Black water
Staining my soul
Streaking my face
Making my pain visible
Water that looks like glass
Falls on my body
Seeps through my pores
I feel nothing inside
So breathe it in
Feel the pain
Let it hurt
And let it heal
Cuz you'll be dead soon enough.
April 5 2010
Copyright by Elaine Cole 2010
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Anguish, pain, misery, sorrow and retribution
Some say life is full of anguish,
old man once sang that life is full of pain
some even preach that life comes fully laced with misery and sorrow,
and some believe that life offers no retribution
ideas clearly instilled in the hearts and souls of many a man,
but the truth of the matter is,
life is anguish,
life is pain,
life is misery and sorrow,
in the same way as rain is water
and water is rain
for where can one get one`s own share of anguish,
who`d we ever have known pain if we never had life
without life, would we live through misery and sorrow
life in itself is retribution,
for he who has life can stand ground against
anguish, pain, misery and sorrow
and live to see brighter days seemingly unscathed
but woo to he who loses his life
in anguish, or pain, or misery , or sorrow
for he will receive no further retribution
and he will depart this earth with nothing but
anguish, pain, misery, sorrow
and retribution lost
poem by Tinashe Severa
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Chou Nu Er
In days when I was young and didn't know the taste of sorrow
I like to climb the storied tower,
I like to climb the storied tower;
To write the latest odes I forced myself to tell of sorrow.
Now that I understand the taste of sorrow altogether
I would like to tell, but stop,
I would like to tell, but stop;
Instead I say, 'What a cool day! Such lovely autumn weather!'
When young, I knew not the taste of sorrow,
But loved to mount the high towers;
I loved to mount the hight towers
To compose a new song,urging myself to talk about sorrow.
Now that I have known all the taste of sorrow,
I would like to talk about it, but refrain;
I would like to talk about it, but refrain,
And say merely: 'It is chilly; what a fine autumn!'
A Cattleman's Prayer
Now O Lord please lend thine ear,
The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;
No doubt many prayers to thee seem strange,
But won't you bless this cattle range?
Bless the round-up year by year
And don't forget the growing steer;
Water the land with brooks and rills
For my cattle that roam a thousand hills.
Now, O Lord, won't you be good
And give our livestock plenty of food;
And to avert a winter's woe
Give Italian skies and little snow.
Prairie fires won't you please stop,
Let thunder roll and water drop,
It frightens me to see the smoke,
Unless it's stopped, I'll go dead broke.
As you, O Lord, our herds behold-
Which represents a sack of gold-
I think at least five cents per pound
Should be the price of beef year round.
One more thing and then I'm through,
Instead of one calf, give my cows two.
I may pray different than some others, but then
I've had my say, and now amen.
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Salt
the salt i cannot see
makes the food taste
so flavourable
God i cannot see
makes this life so much
worth living
salt is to tongue
as God is to the soul
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Take Salt Season New Meals
leaf meals taste spicy
bless mind to empty belly
spirit how leaf full briefly
transforms gift food energy
prepares meals for all souls
alone lost who homeless roam
life goes on be glad bridges
burning are not your home
take salt season new meals
for each lonely hurt traveller
pain commercial transitions
breaks breeds dream weaver
life purpose may begin in
kindness helping homeless kitten
waste rambling ways bless in
restore love in hope heart written
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Global Pollution Supercell Storms
it is said it was demon creature man in
ignorant greed lusts who pumped pollutants
into air river oceans destroying critical
balance of ancient earth filters
which guarded earth life precious
from excessive harmful sunlight
deforestation laid bare ground heated
erosion created enlarged sand waste deserts
naked earth baked in global warming
most glaciers melted
polar ice sheets retracted
oceans overflowed
too much water
does not sour
exhausted air
hot oven heat waves
wither grasslands crops
dry out vein riverbeds
but too much supercell water
may flood vast stretches of land
drown the air in torrential rain
water spirits must soar into the air
evaporation must seed rain clouds
not excessive thunderstorm heavy
rain must fall to water dry earth
with soft kiss multitude raindrops
to nourish regenerate vegetation
there are natural balances checks
imposed laws upon all earth life
demon creature man eradicates life
global complex interactive life cycles
all is linked in established food chains
all life harmonies dances in life webs
let there be restoration of balances
replant vast tracts of deforestation jungles
oxygenate multiple dead sea zones
water must rise in harmonic symphonies
must be why water souls gift allow themselves
to evaporate on hot days allowing cloud births
water souls spread allow themselves
to spread on atmospheric winds
to circle bless ecosystem entire worlds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hard To Swallow
We eat to live
We eat to grow
We eat to endulge ourselves,
In the greatness of food
We eat to provide comfort
We eat to be accepted
We eat as it is part,
Of our lives
Food comes in all different forms,
Shapes and sizes
It can be a bean as small as a nail
Or a christmas turkey the size of a horse
Food is a necessity
Food is a way of life
Food is enjoyed
Food is loved
But for some,
Food is despised
Eating brings pain
Eating brings weight
Eating brings illness
Eating brings hate
Eating means endless pain
A pain that wont stop,
Until the food inside,
Is forced out
Eating means weight gain and hurt
So,
It's best not to eat at all
The aching pain of hunger drifts away,
With several ibuprofein.
The battle with food is a constant struggle
To overcome the eating disorder
To take one bite,
And Swallow!
poem by Chris jones
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What We See As...
What we see as nouns
are verbs to God…
see the water in this glass –
clear and still;
taste the water in this glass –
its sweet taste with no taste..
watch the Spring rain;
smell the earth give thanks
see the washing blowing on the line
smelling happy to be clean
see the mighty river, fierce
to reach the sea
watch the evening sea-fog roll in over the bay;
see the city washed afresh in the morning sun;
look up to the glorious theatre of clouds,
obeying water’s laws for all to watch;
know what mercy is; how it descends – appears,
as the gentle rain from heaven within;
what we see as nouns
are verbs to God
poem by Michael Shepherd
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We all must drink the water of life
Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
we all must drink the water of life!
Depth from depth
..the pain
length from length
..the struggle
mile to mile
.. the frustration
a bitter taste
a rotten smell
a water we must drink
yet a water needed for survival
Height to height
..the pleasure
reach to reach
..the satisfaction
bredth to bredth
..the joy
a sweet taste
a fresh smell
a water we must drink
a water oh so sweet for survival
Waters of success
sweet to the mouth
a reward to the soul
the waters of life
a journey of thirst
a well of plenty
Waters of failure
bitter to the mouth
a teacher to the listening soul
the river of death
the most bitter water of all
yet a water we must all drink
... to satisfaction
The river runs black and rough
to the uncertain end
but certain finish
where taste is empty
smell is neutral
and realisation is simple,
where all find and embrace,
a moment of peace.
poem by Allen Steble
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Cooking and taste
eating the same tasteless dinner at the only diner
the umpteenth time, a thought came to my mind
am i a guinea pig or one of its kind
or was there a conspiracy behind
has my taste buds gone out of date
why is all so tasteless, that is the food i ate
i dared to ask the manager why the taste is so bad
bang came a caustic reply, this is by the best cook he ever had
(insinuating a problem not with his cook but with my taste)
well then it has to be my taste buds i thought
directing all my efforts to the food i had bought
then came storming, the savior, inside the hall
in his hand was the same food for which i have taken the fall
indignanlty he shouted at the manager
this food is so bad that even his dog had refused to had
hell i thought even the dog has a better taste
why, why am i such a waste
the dog in me forced me to start cooking that very day
the dog in me does sometimes refuses to eat what i cook
the human in me requests him to hav another look
for, when people are struggling for one square meal a day
how can i keep the food i cooked at bay,
hence i eat, taste or no taste, everything i cook, every day.
And So She Becomes, My Sunshine
And so she becomes, my sunshine
She comes like the moon of August
A felicitous friend from divine
She bears joy, love and trust.
.
And so she becomes, my sunshine
She lightened and showed me the way
She holds my hand and say, 'We'll be fine.'
She taught me to be good and to pray.
.
And so she becomes, my sunshine
In her presence, all pains vanished
My life, my heart are all thine
With you, all troubles banished.
.
And so she becomes, my sunshine
Neither of us can explain how it brew
Her love sweeter to my taste than wine
She is tender, like early morning dew.
poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
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What brings me joy?
What brings me joy? A cool day in the summer time, the air that flashes across my face,
A gentle kiss that is embraced on my lips, to be held when the lonely feels sets in, Peace with in my heart when there is no one around,
What brings me joy? To know that I am loved and that I could love with no question asked,
To feel your heart press against mines, to taste a good taste that makes my mouth water,
What brings me joy? To be nowhere but feel as if I am on top of the world, To fly high in the sky and never get off the ground, To be overwhelmed with a feeling as if this is my world.
What brings me joy? My life and all that it has to offer.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Pure Life
Where is your life going?
Is your water in a waterfall, dropping, and getting worse?
Or is it filling your glass, overflowing, and getting better?
Is your water still there?
Not evaporating?
Being dried up by the sun?
Are you losing time?
Do you watch how your water flows?
Water is pure and signifies life.
How is your life?
Or are you sad, with your water raining tears?
Is your water warm or cold?
Is your water steam or ice?
Is your soul cold or warm?
I hope your water is overflowing like a fountain with joy.
Not everyone's water has to be evaporating.
Remember to always watch where lifes heading.
Because maybe your water will mix and lives will intertwine.
Be with that person forever.
poem by Natalie Vail
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4. Elements – Water
Water an elemental
Water a fundamental
Building block of life
Water of Life
Water of Death
Water in all religions
Water in all living things
Water in all countries
Water also used for barter
No life without water
No rife with water
No respect for water
Willful neglect of water
Water, for cooking
Water, for cleaning
Water, for drinking
Water, for living
Water, for dying
Water is the same
In all languages
Water is the same
To all living beings
poem by Anand Dixit
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