Rejection
When the shit hit the fan
he crumpled her up like a bad poem
and threw her in the waste can
Her loneliness recycled by the pilferers
that lived in landfill-land
Becoming scum
Like them
poem by Sara Fielder
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High School Memory
three of you in class had a crush on her
You threw a crumpled yellow paper with a note in black
Ballpoint pen
I love you
She opened it and crumpled it again and threw it back to you
It read in red ballpoint pen
I love you too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever care?
Did you ever give a shit.
You never gave it a second thought.
All you wanted was to hurt me.
You made me visit hell.
You told me not to tell.
Do you no how much I hate you.
You fucking vile piece of scum?
I absoultely dispise you.
I wish you dead.
Did you ever give a shit.
Did you care about what you did.
You raped me.
Then you turned and laughed.
I doubt you gave a shit.
I doubt you feel guilty.
And doubt you ebver will
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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~ PSYCHOSOMATIC FURNITURE ~ RECYCLING ~ RECYCLING ~ [New Year Bouquet ~ niv]
~ PSYCHOSOMATIC FURNITURE ~ RECYCLING ~ [New Year Bouquet ~ niv]
Ms. Nivedita
UK
30 December,2009.
Our bodies are
Recycled five Primordial Elements.
Our Microcosms are
Recycled fragments of Macrocosm.
Our body humors are
Recycled ‘Original Sap’
Our breaths are
Recycled zephyrs.
Our phonations are
Recycled Archie Euphony OM.
Our beauties are
Recycled fineries of mind.
Our colors are
Recycled VIBGYOR.
Our thoughts are
Recycled informations.
Our emotions are
Recycled imaginations.
Our actions are
Recycled inclinations.
Our knowledges are
Recycled reflective ‘Wisdom’.
Our hates are
Recycled self devaluations.
Our loves are
Recycled ‘Supreme Love’.
Our beneficences are
Recycled Sattva Gunas’.
Our energies are
Recycled ‘Omni Energy’.
Our workholisms are
Recycled ‘Rajas Gunas’.
Our sorrows are
Recycled ungratifications.
Our egotisms are
Recycled myopic self.
Our greeds are
Recycled void feelings.
Our fury and funks are
Recycled ‘Tamas Gunas’.
Our raptures are
Recycled spark of ‘Bliss’.
Our rebirths are.
Recycling of ‘Jiva-Atmans’.
Our ‘Jiva-Atmans’ are
Recycled minuscule of ‘Param Atman’.
All our recyclings are
Recycled obliviousness of
Our innate ‘Scendlessness’.
Glossary:
OM: The basis of all sounds, universal ‘symbol-word’ for God. -Veda
Gunas: Three attributes of Nature
Sattva: Expansion, Intelligence, Wisdom.
Rajas: Activity, Energy, Struggle.
Tamas: Obstruction, Mass, Ignorance, Inertia.
Atman: The Divine within the self.
Param Atman: Suprememe ‘Self’, All Highest, Secondless.
Jiva-Atmans: Supreme ‘Self’ in miniscule ‘self’.
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Scum
I am scum.
Nothing more than a worthless bum.
I crossed the last line.
There is no return.
In the end I'm deeply burned.
Self loathing hatred fills me up.
They replace what I choked out.
I am scum what can be done?
I'd change it all in heartbeat times run.
Stabbed and beaten till all were bleeding.
I am scum I hate myself.
It's no wonder I've never been loved.
I am scum so all can see,
Most ecspecially I know does she.
I retire in this weary state of mind.
I can't take anymore sorrow I'm a crime.
So from this scum I say goodbye.
I never intentionally told a lie.
So forgive me for the things I do.
I'm scum of the earth God hates me too.
poem by Michael McParland
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Loneliness
Roy orbison/joe melson
Loneliness is the worst thing in the world
To be alone all the day long
No ring on the phone, yeah this is wrong
Low down loneliness
This loneliness, I must confess
Yes its a mess of this loneliness
Low down loneliness, loneliness all around
Loneliness, you have found me loneliness
Oh loneliness, all of the time
Such loneliness, youre so unkind
Low down loneliness
Loneliness everywhere
Loneliness, Ive got more that my share
Oh loneliness, my destiny
Yeah loneliness, was I born to be
In low down loneliness? loneliness
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Loneliness
Loneliness cries deep from my soul,
Keeps trying to tell me about the world growing so cold.
Too many people trying to take from my earth,
But we cant live without controlling our birth.
Deep inside a voice cries out for you,
Its not alone cause, people, I been cryin too.
If we dont stop what we all see is wrong,
I guarantee you mankind wont live long.
Chorus
Theres a land, a glorius land,
Its right here on earth.
Understand what you can from the land,
Your life is its worth.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
To face the problems that everyones found,
We must replace what we took out of the ground.
Pray for your brother, let your soul find a way,
Help one another, oh, please listen to what I say.
Chorus
Loneliness ...
Oh ..., I cant get away from loneliness ...
Yeah, loneliness ... oooo ...
Loneliness ...
Yeah, loneli- ... loneli- ... lo- ... neliness ...
I just cant get away from loneli- ...loneliness ...
Yeah, ... yeah ...
Loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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The Only Poem Is The Poem/ At The Moment Of Its Writing
THE ONLY POEM IS THE POEM
The only poem is the poem
At the moment of its writing
The poem being lived now
The poem I am trying to make
The poem of these lines.
The only poem now is this one-
And this poem is so small and so self- reflexive
That it is not much of a poem at all.
The only poem is not much of a poem at all
This one
And me now? .
But what about everything else I have not done?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Is My Poem
This is my poem of ______. (date)
This is my poem, written by myself.
This is my first poem never written.
This is my last poem now to be written.
This is the poem I would have written
if I had lived yesterday what I lived today.
This is my poem changing white light
into gold-leaf
and blue into violet.
This is my poem like a heaven twisting
and turning inside of me
all night long.
This is my poem of opening a window
to show what was always inside.
This is my poem encompassing everything
hope can bestow or chance agree with.
This is my poem of open-ended freedom.
This is my poem breathing life into motion.
This is my poem written as I wrote it
a living being.
And this is my poem ending;
but only for today..
poem by Patti Masterman
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Repetitive Of A Nostalgia, A Moment Ago
there is no poem that can stop
this mess
this furniture of the room are not in place
the table is under the rain
outside
the chairs are crumpled like paper
in the drain
the books are opening their pages to the skies
the pens are shooting like
arrows in the air
no one can stop the dead
not this poem that only counts
those who want to be buried
no one can stop the grief
not this poem, not that poem
no poem can stop the flood of all emotions
no poem can resist
the burden of carrying all these
like a carriage like a coffin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is No Poem
there is no poem that can stop
this mess
this furniture of the room are not in place
the table is under the rain
outside
the chairs are crumpled like paper
in the drain
the books are opening their pages to the skies
the pens are shooting like
arrows in the air
no one can stop the dead
not this poem that only counts
those who want to be buried
no one can stop the grief
not this poem, not that poem
no poem can stop the flood of all emotions
no poem can resist
the burden of carrying all these
like a carriage like a coffin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do Not Post Your Poem Here
Do not post your poem here
Unless you've something worth a say!
You must not waste a space like this,
For space can waste away!
Do not post your poem here
With words which make no sense!
Be careful when you post it here
That you use the proper tense!
Do not post your poem here
Just to fill a space with words!
A poem should be well thought out,
Was it meant to be absurd?
Do not post your poem here
If in cliches you would write.
A poem should be fresh, yes sharp -
You'll know when it's just right!
Do not post your poem here
Just to see yourself in print.
You're wasting others time you know
With such, self centred stints!
I wil not post my poem here,
This one does not exist,
But did I tell you at the start
That I'm a nihilist?
poem by Joe Hughes
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I Went To Where My Loneliness Is
I WENT TO WHERE MY LONELINESS IS
I went to where my Loneliness is
I wrote a small poem there,
It seemed to help for a while-
But then at the end of the end of the end
No poem could be a friend.
It was greater than words or me
God to believe.
I do not know where I am
A little little old man-
Waiting with a question to see
Whether we will forever be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All Is Loneliness
All is loneliness
Loneliness here for me
Loneliness here for me.
All is loneliness
Loneliness here for me
Loneliness here for me.
All is loneliness
Loneliness here for me
Loneliness here for me.
All is loneliness
Loneliness here for me
Loneliness here for me.
All is loneliness
Loneliness here for me
Loneliness here for me
Loneliness here for me
Loneliness here for me.
Loneliness come on bother me
Want me 'round my door.
I get loneliness
I get loneliness
I get loneliness
I get loneliness
Loneliness, heck i said loneliness
Lord, loneliness, yeah, i said loneliness.
I said loneliness come on by my bed
Gonna worry me 'round on my door-mat.
I said loneliness come and found me,
I said you found me whole.
Yeah and now loneliness
Lordy lordy loneliness
Lordy lordy loneliness
Lordy lordy loneliness
Yeah, loneliness
Oh loneliness
Oh loneliness
Oh loneliness
Oh loneliness
Oh loneliness
Oh loneliness
Oh loneliness
Ah loneliness
Ah loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness.
Every day when i walk home
I see loneliness
When i waited for my baby.
You know i open my front door,
I said mr. loneliness is waiting for me at home
Lordy, lord at home, lord at home, lo-o-o-rd at home.
You know, i get home every day, lord,
There ain't nobody waiting there, man
And i ain't got no girlfriends, and i ain't got no boyfriends, man.
I ain't got no any kind of friends, man, i ain't got no...
My tv set doesn't work, my radio doesn't work, man.
I come home there's nothing
Nothing, man, there's no animals moving,
There's nothing, man
Walk in that door seems like i'm sitting there every day, man.
Lord, loneliness
Lord, loneliness
Ah, ah, loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness
Loneliness
Lord.
All right!
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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What Is It To Waste A Night?
WHAT IS IT TO WASTE A NIGHT?
What is it to waste a night
When I have wasted years?
Why worry now so close to the end
Hasn’t it all been a waste?
Won’t it all be a waste one day
No matter how I play the game
Of seeking to make my name eternal?
But this is this night and no other
And I writing this now
Am redeeming it from ‘waste’
And fooling myself for one more day
‘It has not been a waste nothing is a waste
when I can write a real poem now.’
I
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lonely, ,
Lonely and alone I am
my soul's always lonesome
in a crowd of loneliness
it sounds sad and lonely
hiding loneliness alone
the lonely lone alone
Lonely is a single traveller
on a dark and winding road.
Lonely is the burden
of carrying a heavy load.
Lonely is a beautiful song
that no one's ever heard,
and lonely is the wait for death
by a broken winged bird.
Lonely is the emptiness
inside my hollow soul,
and lonely is the sound of the wind
blowing through its gaping hole.
Loneliness is second only
to the darkened void of death
and loneliness is taking
that 'Right' to Hell
when I should have made a 'Left'.
Lonely is the sound
of an infant
who sadly cries in vain,
and lonely is his addict mother
shooting poison in her veins.
Lonely is the boy
who will never become a man
and lonely is the brink of disaster
upon which I know I stand.
Lonely is the poem
which has gone on long enough
and lonely is the sympathizers
who say I've, 'had it rough'.
Lonely is my life
lived without family or friend
and lonely is the last word of this poem
because it's always at the...
End.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Slow Country
city life
calling me all the time
me and my soul
geared to attack
never get another chance
so what you doing
gotta get money
keeping me real
can't stand your loneliness
can't stand your loneliness
can't stand your loneliness
can't stand your loneliness
shit night life
been trying not to laugh though
you won't get money
i'm doing what you loving
i'm moving out of city
victor of a second chance
get a lot of problems
we kicked a lot of them
song performed by by Gorillaz from Gorillaz
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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So Lonely Alone
So lonely alone am I
My soul's lonesome in the crowd of loneliness
It sounds sad and lonely
Hiding loneliness alone
The lonely lone alone
Lonely is a single traveller
On a dark and winding road.
Lonely is the burden
Of carrying a heavy load.
Lonely is a beautiful song
That no one's ever heard,
And lonely is the wait for death
For a broken winged bird.
Lonely is the emptiness
Inside my hollow soul,
And lonely is the sound of the wind
Blowing through its gaping hole.
Loneliness is second only
To the darkened void of death
And loneliness is taking
That 'Right' to Hell
When I should have made a 'Left'.
Lonely is the sound
Of a lonesome infant
Who sadly cries in vain,
And lonely is his addict mother
Shooting poison in her veins.
Lonely is the boy
Who will never become a man
And lonely is the brink of disaster
Upon which I know I stand.
Lonely is the poem
Which has gone on long enough
And lonely is the sympathisers
Who say I've, 'had it rough'.
Lonely is my life
Lived without family or friend
And lonely is the last word of this poem
Because it's always at the...
…End.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Tortued by bastards
Tortured in childhood
And early teens.
Torture more day by day.
By some evil scum
That wanted his twisted pleasure.
He thought it was right to do it.
Right to rape and abuse a child.
Peice of fucking shit.
Tortued by more than 1.
Still stuck there
As it were only a day ago.
Tortured from a youn age.
All I can hear in my head
is its only a game.
Still stuck and tortured
By your vile face.
Some day
Youll get
What you desereve.
Then maybe you wont
Most bastards like you
are untouchable.
But you all tortued me
For your own
Vile reasons.
You piece of shit
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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