The Socratic Existence
The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder
gently and said:
“Clouds will talk to you now”
I turned around, looked up at the sky
and drops filled my eyes.
Daily I was drinking hemlock
to understand my ignorance of virtue.
He is gone, but I want to feel the ascending
paralysis, a tincture that is called poison.
For the sake of others, below the faith
lies the pain concealed.
My cup is full. It spills on the soul
and I grieve for the defiled truth.
poem by Satish Verma
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Mystery Child
as i walked through the hospital corridors
i saw this child coming towards ne
her head was shaven and very red.
she looked up and smiled at me
and made my heart skip a beat.
in a voice so soft that i could hardly hear
she wished me joy and good cheer.
i knew right from the start
that this child had a loving heart.
for even though she was in pain
from everything that she had gone through
and it was hard for her to walk
she stopped and smiled and started to talk.
she was born with a sickness at birth
and was daily fighting for her life.
but she had such faith in god above
that she would be alright
and knew that she had to fight.
this battle that they said she could not win
but to her -giving up was a sin.
i started to choke up inside and the tears started to roll
from my eyes.she gently wiped away my tears.
and whispered gently in my ear.
if only the world could see and feel what i have
locked up inside-that god has given me
there would be peace and harmony.
for the lord has shown me what is on the other side when i die
but! i will be here for a very long time.
for there are many hearts i've yet to touch
before i am taken away.
and true love will forever stay.
i started to choke up again, and when i looked up again she was gone.
till this day i ask myself who could this child have been?
that put faith back in my heart and showed me
the unconditional love from god above.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
poem by Louis Rams
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Non Real
My brothers killed me for a song
an antithesis to kiss for a chaste tree.
I hold my viscera in cupped palms.
Their eyes burn like flaming windows.
An evening primrose smiles at my stupidity.
Questions have no full stop, I grieve.
Why did they punish me, for my lone voice?
I die daily amidst the barbed
Hawthorns for the sake of posterity.
The ribbed cage of desolation, in the kingdom of potencies.
The innocence drops like,
a terrified mirror on floor.
Death will obliterate, the lights from blue eyes.
I adored a dream, which always stayed in shadows,
The moon will grab a cloud,
creating a music of eternity.
The non-real will become a solid absolute.
poem by Satish Verma
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
poem by John Celes
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The Truth Within
The Violin in his hand, His mind is at a far
The tears held within: the winds resemble his sorrows
The strength in his voice, the pain in his soul
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
The smiley face fades like the watery paint
The thought hit him like a dream in broad daylight
Patient was his virtue, but sorrow was to overcome
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
His silence got the best of him
Now his pain cant be faded by her words
He would rather hold her than leave her,
His words wont change her mind
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
She was a treasure worth keeping
but the wrong treasure for him 'she once said
Healing the truth, Healing the wounds
Regret is unbearable, Time is at its essence
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul
Sometimes the truth makes us walk away without a word
Sometimes it avoids us hurting the treasures in our lives
The best he hopes times forgives him
But it never does it reminds him the constant mistakes of his silence.
poem by Sylviah Salima
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Dangling From The Truth...
legends tells no lies
but love is
just twisted deep inside
crumple all together
with the schemes and the lies
where the truth comes out
spills overloaded with filth
tryin to cover it up
theres no uses
given all the wrong pieces
told way too many lies
i cant define
whats truly inside
given up
lost with no dreams
useless soul
dangling from the truth
what does it hold inside
nothing
i cant find
too many lies
We’re dangling from the truth
hiding within
covering the light with darkness
gray clouds hover over us
watching our every move
but we're hiding
hiding from the truth
running towards our last hope
with u
collapse
we're traped
lost in the darkness
forever
never to be told
the truth
dangling
from the truth...
poem by Sen unknown
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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Optimism
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of those, to rest the weary ear
Of Earth, so hurt by one continuous strain
Of human discontent and grief and pain.
Talk faith. The world is better off without
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
If you have faith in God, or man, or self,
Say so. If not, push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts, till faith shall come;
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.
You cannot charm, or interest, or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Speech
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of them to rest the weary ear
Of earth; so hurt by one continuous strain
Of mortal discontent and grief and pain.
Talk faith. The world is better off without
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
If you have faith in God, or man, or self,
Say so; if not, push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts ‘till faith shall come.
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.
Talk health. The dreary, never-ending tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale;
You cannot charm or interest or please
By harping on that minor chord disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear tour words and make them true.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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True/False
The sky is purple through my eyes,
A bright collage of everythingness.
I see that you're staring at me,
But I don't believe that anything is wrong.
I believe that the truth is full of holes,
And the lies are more truthful than the truth.
I believe that anyone can tell a lie,
But it takes someone special to tell the truth.
I see the grimy green lining to the clouds-
Maybe there's some truth/lies to my insanity.
poem by Airohng Liebe
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Ill Be
(diane warren)
When darkness falls upon your heart and soul
I'll be the light that shines for you
When you forget how beautiful you are
I'll be there to remind you
When you can't find your way
I'll find my way to you
When troubles come around
I will come to you
Chorus:
I'll be your shoulder
When you need someone to lean on
Be your shelter
When you need someone to see you through
I'll be there to carry you
I'll be there
I'll be the rock that will be strong for you
The one that will hold on to you
When you feel that rain falling down
When there's no body else around
I'll be
And when you're there with no one there to hold
I'll be the arms that reach for you
And when you feel your faith is running low
I'll be there to believe in you
When all you find are lies
I'll be the truth you need
When you need someone to run to
You can run to me
Chorus
I'll be the sun
When your heart's filled with rain
I'll be the one
To chase the rain away
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Dont Talk
[ dennis drew/natalie merchant ]
Dont talk, I will listen.
Dont talk, you keep your distance
For Id rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies,
So take you poison silently.
Let me be. let me close my eyes.
Dont talk, Ill believe it.
Dont talk, listen to me instead,
I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard
The drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble youre in now.
Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care
But when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air,
Tossing back more than your share.
Dont talk, I can guess it.
Dont talk, well now your restless
And you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside.
Youll look for a close and easy mark and youll see me as fair game.
Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care
But when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air
Tossing back more than your share.
You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care.
Im marking every word and can tell this time for sure,
Your talk is the finest I have heard.
So dont talk, let me go on dreaming.
How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell your inspired
By the name you chose for me. now what was it? o, never mind it.
We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear.
Ill discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I wont hear.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Freedom Of Free Verse
its funny how in a america there is freedom of speech
and funny how in literature there is poetry
and funny how in poetry there is free verse
as an american i will excercise my right to speak
as a poet i will excercise my right to write
so lets begin
in the deepest corner of my mind lies lies
in the open space of my heart lies truth
in the unknown regions of my emotions lies insecurity
in the well known valleys of my attitude lies commitment
i be whom i should be and change for no one
i write what i feel and not what you want me to feel
i think what is for me to think and care nothing of what you think
i cry when i feel and not when you think you've made me feel
you whom are there have taught me
you are the and will disgust
you are there and will discuss me
you are there and will learn from me
you are there and will follow after me
you are there and will betray me
you are there and will not know me
you whom are the will NEVER control me
truth is in me and that will never change
love is in me and i dont want it to change
life is in me and that will never change
strenght is in me and i dont want that to change
wisdom is in me and i want it to change you
change is in me and that will never change
this talk of new beggining
this talk of love
this talk of truth
all this talk but no action
what a disappointment
WAIT
im not thru
how can you live with yourself
you have defiled yourself:
mind
body
soul
and spirit
what a waste
i dont live for you
i live because i have a purpose
and maybe i dont know what it is yet
but i have faith
and with this faith i beleive
with this faith i walk
physically blinded through swamps of evil
but, I know that GOD is there holding my hand
like a father guiding his daughter.
And like an alligator lurking in the waters
plotting a devious plan
is Lucifer the fallen angel,
waiting for any form of destraction
so that he can continue to corupt.
good luck..
4-leaved clovers
and horseshoes.
bad luck..
black cats
and cracks.
does it really mater
yes i keep in mind your feelings
as well as your sensitivity of your beleifs
but riddle me this
if a black cat with 4-leaved clovers
and cracks in its horseshoes
crosses your path what do you do then...
i think i've figured out me
but how could this be
when it took so long to see
that im here
to release fear
and enlighten your heart
to joy,
help you part
from being the devils toy
at least this is what i've seen in me so far
maybe this isn't true but how would i know
yeah,
it feels right
then again its not complete
so you now what right now im just going to live
free verse
meaning:
verse that does not follow a fixed metrical pattern.
to me its more of:
expressing without form or basis
well
this was my FREEDOM OF FREE VERSE
a young poet
in the eyes of many im a ticket out the hood
i dedicate this to no one in specific but
to all who have read or listened
and was touched and changed
by words that came
from my heavenly father
through a free verse girl.
poem by Elandra Poindexter
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Fear
Fear causes paralysis
Emotions are all numbed
Thoughts go may blank
As one becomes deaf and dumb.
Fear closes our eyes
To glaring truth that stares
Accepting all the lies
In silence, without care.
Fear locks our doors
To the beauty of life and choices
We lose sight of what we live for
Surrendered to muted voices.
Fear is a daily death
Like walls in a coffin sealed
An existence in useless breath
A vessel that can never be filled.
Hurts are kept locked up
No sound, just feeling empty
We can't even say 'That's enough! '
There's no sense of what's to be free.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Truth It Can Be Hurtful
I may not like what you say of me but if of me you speak the truth
Though the truth it can be hurtful if it is not spoken without ruth
The truth cannot defame me if of me the truth you say
And if the truth taints my character well that too is okay.
But if you tell lies about someone and know them to be lies
Then the dislike I'd feel for one like you i barely could disguise
For lies can be defamatory when used in such a way
Any respect to a malicious liar i would find hard to pay.
The truth it can be hurtful as we all ought to know
But out of the truth it can be said respect for one does grow
And though you may not like what's said about you at least what's said is true
And to the one who speaks the truth credit is always due.
The truth it can be hurtful but the truth is never wrong
And those who cannot accept the truth mentally cannot grow strong
And though for some the truth is poison they'd rather live a lie
The truth lives on forever and the truth will never die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Moments of turmoil [Clipe de zbucium]
My love, I feel that you're so far away...
You've put your tiny hands upon my head,
But like a wall between us stand today
The memories of times that now are dead.
When my whole being craves you, it's in vain,
You remain still, your eyes stare in the night,
So many secrets full of grief and pain
Get lost in the deep darkness of your sight!
I hope my life will end, because I'm sad,
The wind of passion blows through the leaves green,
I ask to see the face that you once had,
Which until now I've never ever seen.
O, how I wish the pain was cured by time!
So many nights I've cherished it in vain,
I've sacrificed to it my years sublime
I've smiled... Only your heart has been my gain.
You've given it to me! And the abyss
Lies down below this flower nice and sweet,
(But when upon my brow you place your kiss
You do it like in dreams when people meet),
Because the soul, like sorrowful debris,
Preserves in it the light for old times' sake –
And when a ray pervades and reaches me
I feel, my darling, that you're thrilled and shake.
It shines in you and without warning lights
The precipice of what has been before...
I hear the story of my heart's delights,
But I can't understand it any more.
* * *
That's why tonight I really do not care
Enhance my pain or soothe this bloody scar,
I'm asking you, lost woman young and fair,
– Where do you come from and who really are?
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Moments of turmoil [Clipe de zbucium]
My love, I feel that you're so far away...
You've put your tiny hands upon my head,
But like a wall between us stand today
The memories of times that now are dead.
When my whole being craves you, it's in vain,
You remain still, your eyes stare in the night,
So many secrets full of grief and pain
Get lost in the deep darkness of your sight!
I hope my life will end, because I'm sad,
The wind of passion blows through the leaves green,
I ask to see the face that you once had,
Which until now I've never ever seen.
O, how I wish the pain was cured by time!
So many nights I've cherished it in vain,
I've sacrificed to it my years sublime
I've smiled... Only your heart has been my gain.
You've given it to me! And the abyss
Lies down below this flower nice and sweet,
(But when upon my brow you place your kiss
You do it like in dreams when people meet),
Because the soul, like sorrowful debris,
Preserves in it the light for old times' sake –
And when a ray pervades and reaches me
I feel, my darling, that you're thrilled and shake.
It shines in you and without warning lights
The precipice of what has been before...
I hear the story of my heart's delights,
But I can't understand it any more.
* * *
That's why tonight I really do not care
Enhance my pain or soothe this bloody scar,
I'm asking you, lost woman young and fair,
– Where do you come from and who really are?
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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It is the way of the superior man to prefer the concealment of his virtue, while it daily becomes more illustrious, and it is the way of the mean man to seek notoriety, while he daily goes more and more to ruin. It is characteristic of the superior man, appearing insipid, yet never to produce satiety; while showing a simple negligence, yet to have his accomplishments recognized; while seemingly plain, yet to be discriminating. He knows how what is distant lies in what is near. He knows where the wind proceeds from. He knows how what is minute becomes manifested. Such a one, we may be sure, will enter into virtue.
quote by Confucius
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Soul Mate In Slumber
How often in my existence
I did dream of you!
No face a label
To name you by,
Yet still my sweet companion,
My soul mate in slumber.
I knew you in those dreams,
Your heart full of hope,
Your hero soul
Reaching skywards.
You looked after me
And gently showed me
The way to you.
And so our souls connected
So very long before
Our eyes did.
You are my destiny.
My faith, my joy is
An eternal declaration
To the love I have for you.
We have become one...
And so I begin.
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Like Father, Like Daughter
My Heart is filled with anger and hatred,
So pure and liquid like blood,
Gently dripping from my open wounds,
Though I feel no pain as I watch in wonder,
With eyes of blue, inherited from you,
You, and all of your curses, constant shouts,
You, and all of your anger, constant fears,
You, and all of your lies, constant hate,
Yet I feel no pain as I watch in wonder...
poem by Lacie Simonds
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I Feel Alone
I feel alone
As i lay to sleep
No one to hold me
While i weep
I feel alone
As i wake at night
By myself in bed
Scared by my thoughts
I feel alone
As i sit with friends
While they chat away
I cry deep inside
I feel alone
As i hold your hand
Squeezing to believe
Only to feel blank
I feel alone
As i look in your eyes
Wishing to see love
Only to see her in your arms
I feel alone
As i lay here
Knowing the truth
And no way to turn
I feel alone
As my head spins
Filled with lies
That you swore was the truth
I feel alone
As life goes by
Surrounded by people
Who lie and say they care
I feel alone
As i try to believe
All the lies
People can weave
poem by Ashley Cecil
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