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Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be
without an end.
There was nothing to lose,
it was looking for some reason
to die on the side of a cloud
when the sickle moon was sailing.

Tomorrow a new lie will be born.
Even a suicide bomber
will be tossed around,
like a new coin.
Weaving a dress of skin and bones
in the little sky of so many
purple birds.

Acoustics are not working
walls have no doors.
By night only a torch will be moving.

poem by Satish Verma
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Eversleeping

Once I travelled 7 seas to find my love
And once I sang 700 songs
Well, maybe I still have to walk 7000 miles
Until I find the one that I belong
I will rest my head side by side
To the one that stays in the night
I will lose my breath in my last words of sorrow
And whatever comes will come soon
Dying I will pray to the moon
That there once will be a better tomorrow
Once I crossed 7 rivers to find my love
And once, for 7 years, I forgot my name
Well, if I have to I will die 7 deaths just to lie
In the arms of my eversleeping aim
I will rest my head side by side
To the one that stays in the night
I will lose my breath in my last words of sorrow
And whatever comes will come soon
Dying I will pray to the moon
That there once will be a better tomorrow (x2)
I dreamt last night that he came to me
He said: "My love, why do you cry?"
For now it won't be long any more
Until in my cold grave we will lie
Until in my cold grave we will lie

song performed by by Xandria
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Eversleeping

song performed by by Xandria
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The Color Purple

a friend of mine is obsessed with purple
she says it's a royal color
fits for kings and queens
and she feels like a princess
on her purple hair
her purple dress
and purple bra and
purple shoes
the walls of her house are painted
the railings of the stairs
the windows
the doors are all purple now
the flowers in her garden
and the leaves of her trees
the grass
all purple too
her speech is purple too
the movies she watch are all in the shade of purple
her car turned purple too
royal color that is what she says

i tell her bluntly, ' You are boring, purple! '

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Indian Weavers

WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
We weave the robes of a new-born child.

Weavers, weaving at fall of night,
Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .
Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,
We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.

Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the moonlight chill? . . .
White as a feather and white as a cloud,
We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.

poem by Sarojini Naidu
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To the Stars

What beholds
In my sight
My lover in the night

That she may sleep
In inner peace
Atop a bed of fleece

And how cruel of me
To confess
Of her long purple dress

We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise

And what is
My temptation
To ignore my condemnation

And how
Can I stay sane
Within a field of shame

We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise

As you gaze
Fixed upon the stars
All of who you are

Is revealed
Unto me
And I couldn't see

So I confess
Nontheless
Like a small bird in nest
In her long purple dress

We gazed upon the night sky
All of who we may try
And as we met each other's eyes
With love, to the stars we shall rise

And if I
May so hear
An unpleasant

To awake
To the news
Of one gone I would not lose

To know the one
In the dress
Is nothing now but dead
Then how can I live
With this utter feeling of dread

And as I gaze upon the night sky
All of who I may try
And as I close my tired eyes
With love, to you I shall rise

poem by Pete Rivera
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Sonnet LIII: Without Her

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon's face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day's appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love's good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.
What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood's counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Just Another Night

(ian hunter/mick ronson)
Oh no, the fuzz, all in a line
My oh my, I think Im gonna die
And its just another night
Its just another night
Got a long black face; who goes there?
All the reefer madnessput a poor kid in jail
And its just another night
Yeah, its just another night
Oh take it easy boy or its doa
Chrome on my body and a lot of folks say
That its just another night
Hey, its just another night
Oh, its just another night on the other side of life
Head ones a saw-bones and he wrecked my chair
Said howd you like to do it in a room downstairs
And its just another night
Oh, just another night
Hey now, papa joe, dont you pull my hair
All this intrigue, it gets me out of my league
And its just another night
Its just another night
His old man spent a fortune just to get him in
But baby boy growed up just as stupid as him
And its just another night
Its just another night
Its just another night on the other side of life
Just another night, hung down slow
I dont like the hotel let me go
Hells bells! give me a chance!
This rock n roller dont wanna dance
Just another night
Just another night
Well, its just another night on the other side of life
I never felt so bad; wheres my shades?
Its gonna be a long one getting crazed
A head spoutin noodles said, what do you plead?
I said you aint got to touch a man to make a man bleed
n its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night (on the other side)
Its just another night!

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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A Suicide Bomber

A suicide bomber (1)

I am suicide bomber
Here is my tale
-
You often say
I am for sale
With just money
You can avail
And hire my services
For destruction and to derail
-
Smooth running matter
Make my soul rattle
They always batter
Me like a battle
I kill human
As Butcher cattle
-
Who is at back?
That makes me rake
The rocks I slake
White and black
Men of god
I kill and track
-
Do such harm
As have been never done
I eat people
As you eat bun
I know I
Will be no more
But you also can not run

A suicide bomber (2)
Why I choose the evil side
Why can I not choose to avoid
In my mind and in my eyes
There are many what’s and many whys
Make me importune to at once rise
-
One word exploitation I say
Even in the words of your pray
Hypocrisy deep in your heart lay
-
Why I am poor and devoid
Of even bread and am deride
By those people who have cried
-

Do you not know why a hen
Become bold and fight then
A cat snatches a chick when
-
My siblings died for reason what
And their breaths why were shut
Why cat caught and why they gut
-
Among my people happy I was
Unjust dealings and undue laws
Became the effect and its cause
-

My dear now you should decide
Am I right or false way reside
Is it easy to commit suicide?

poem by Akram Saqib
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Suicide Countdown.

suicide, suicide i wish i was dead.
suicide, suicide oh how much my wrists have bled.
suicide, suicide were almost there.
suicide, suicide no more skin, the blade will tear.
suicide, suicide we have one week.
suicide, suicide so filled with relief, i cannot speak.

seven days, suicide; until i die.
six days, suicide; no longer will i cry.
five days, suicide; ooh i cant wait.
four days, suicide; until i meet my fate.
three days, suicide; till my last word is said.
two days, suicide; twenty four hours till im dead.
one day, suicide; till night tears through dawn.
today, suicide; i am dead, i am gone.

{ some Tiddely Winks person, copied and pasted my poem on their profile. I WROTE THIS, IT ANGERS ME SAVAGELY TO THINK SOMEONE TOOK MY POEM.! !

poem by Marissa E '
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Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery

Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds
flying past on their way to roost. The stars quiver as they look down on the
myriad doors of the palace, and the moon's light increases as she moves into
the ninefold sky. Unable to sleep, I seem to hear the sound of the bronze-clad
doors opening for the audience, or imagine the sound of bridle-bells bourne
upon the wind. Having a sealed memorial to submit at tomorrow's levee, I make
frequent inquiries about the progress of the night.

poem by Du Fu
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Spring Night in the Imperial Chancellery

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The Wrong Suicide

suicide suicide are you here for me to night
suicide suicide take me away in that sweet sweet pain
suicide suicide the way out of my pain
suicide suicide where ismy lil razor blade
suicide suicide why must you make me cry
suicide suicide why must you be on my mind
suicide suicide make me bleed havely to night
suicide suicide i bid you good bye

poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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The Wrong Suicide

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One Night/Prom

For one night, I'm a princess
For one night, I wear that pretty dress.
For one night, I step into the glass slippers.
My hair and make-up is done, for just one night.
I float on cloud nine, for just one night.
For one night, the limo is for me.
The corsage on my wrist, and the kiss on my cheek is only for tonight.
For this one night, I am special for the first time.
For one night he tells me he loves me.
For one night, we dance close and love each other.
Just one night I pretend that this will last forever.
And when this one night is over, and the magic is gone, I go back to being plain, old me.

poem by Heather Hooper
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Suicide Moon

Golden curls rest on her pillow
Tom Toad gets a kiss on the nose
Mother’s curls are kept away
With satin bows that glow

Mother sings her a bedtime song
A sweet and soothing tune
With crescent eyes she gazes up
She sees the suicide moon

Suicide moon is violet velvet
His skin, a shriveled prune
Her skin begins to mirror his
She feels the suicide moon

Mother starts towards the door
Leaves a whiff of her perfume
She screams for Mother’s comfort
But silence floods the room

Suicide moon adores her
Suicide moon does grin
He taps upon her window
But she’ll never let him in

poem by Carolyn Michael
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Carrying A Print of Starry Night Home

For Vango

Heading home, the day obeys universal laws

Night takes the shift, stars guard the gates

I tread upon a road of moonlight

As I pass by a purple lake.

Curious sheep surround me,

Their damp wool coats brush against my knees

The ducks startle and wobble off, quickly as ducks do.

Plunging thier leathery feet into the purple,

Paddling away, sweet sounds these webbed oars,

Causing both Luna and liquid

To wave like a tattered flag in Vango's

Swirling dream.

I am moving, everything is moving

Moving though nature's ineffable moments.

All living and non-living, moving.

Blue smoke, soft shades of crosses,

A Madonna, kneeling angels and standing saints.

And I for a moment in motion, I wished I had

No home to enter, I would stay and swim with

The night, The motherless quiet night.

poem by John Walls
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Well Take The Night

Roy orbison/will jennings/j.d.souther
Baby its hard sometimes to wake and face this life everyday.
Sometimes its bad enough to stop and through the good all away.
Tonight lets put the world aside and let go toghether.
The night is one place we can hide in each others arms.
Dream on forever.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
Baby, well take the night.
Look up and let the night unfold.
Hold on to the feeling.
Reach out and let it touch your soul.
And give in to love,love is believing.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
If everystar should fall.
And tomorrow lose all meaning.
We would still have had it all.
Its locked away inside our hearts.
There for the dreaming.
Come on baby,and well tale the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dreams are shining in the magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me, oh well take the night.
Come on baby, and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dream are shining in a magic light.
Come with me, oh well take the night.
You and me,yeah well take the night.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Sailing

Maybe tomorrow with the wind on my side
I will sail across the ocean
To the island of white, the sea is pink
Only one star in sight
Thats where Ill be going
Because Im searching for the light
There goes my mind again
It just cant stop its wondering around
Cause it wants to know everything that is going on
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Could be Id find promotion
Maybe I can be what my teacher was to me
He was a man giving the truth to me
Let me see for myself whats going on
Maybe soon I will see the great horizon
The velvet sails of my ship in the night
Give away the colors of the faces delight
Land ho was the cry of the day
As I turned to face the captain
When I heard a voice say
There goes my mind again
It just cant stop this wondering around
Cause he wants to know everything thats going on
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time
Sailing across the ocean
Sailing across the sea of time

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Den

Brain walls: bio-insulation keeps me cosy
in my hidden room.

Eye balls: bio-windows let me peer and sneer
upon our filthy race, with

Ear holes – bio-microphones – assuming tones
I only wish to face.

Inside, I flit between assimilation,
fantasy, and desperation – each another room
for me to occupy –

as in a nest or burrow, a honeycombed hive –
fathoming which to best survive in;
harbour me from that outside.
Shit! It’s just as bad in here –
I need another den to hide in!

So where’s a niche to keep me from the world,
but also from my rabid head?
Yes, of course –! it’s being dead.

suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide
suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sickle

SICKLE
Love moon and its nature,
Don`t make it a sickle,
Don`t divide moon between Hindu and Mohanden or Christian,
Don`t shed blood in the universe,
Moon is moon,
Man is man,
Don`t divide and try to cut it,
With a sickle

poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Related quotes

Eversleeping

Eversleeping

The Color Purple

Indian Weavers

To the Stars

Sonnet LIII: Without Her

Just Another Night

A Suicide Bomber

Suicide Countdown.

Spring Night In The Imperial Chancellery

Spring Night in the Imperial Chancellery

The Wrong Suicide

The Wrong Suicide

One Night/Prom

Suicide Moon

Carrying A Print of Starry Night Home

Well Take The Night

Sailing

Den

Sickle

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