Unsung Hands
How can you unsee an etched wound?
The name will tell the moon.
An empty sky now calls for
the rains.
What was it-
the ceremonial farewell?
A dependable pain now starts
pulling out the sharpnels from the body.
You may call it
meaningless. My poem now
moves between the stings. Somebody
was going for a merciless kill.
poem by Satish Verma
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Melancholy Of Jason Kleander, Poet In Kommagini, A.D. 595
The aging of my body and my beauty
is a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to it at all.
I turn to you, Art of Poetry,
because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs:
attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language.
It is wound from a merciless knife.
Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry—
they numb the wound at least for a little while.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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A Poem Of Pain is A Different Kind of Poem
A poem of pain is a different kind of poem
Than the poem I would write
But what if this becomes all I have?
What if Pain makes Poetry meaningless?
What if Poetry becomes only the vain self- exaltation
Which gives no help and comfort
To the one one loves?
What if Pain makes Poetry meaningless?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Pain Was Etched
The pain was etched
Into his face
By every swing of his hammer
Every quiver of muscle
On his body vibrated with pain
The pain was accompanied
By the mental and spiritual exhaustion
Of worries about his family and bills
That could not be paid
His mind body and spirit
Were loaded with pain
Like a train hauling coal
Through the WV mountainside
That appeared to have no end
The only thing clearer
Than the pain
Etched into his face
Was the pride and dignity
That he had purchased
With every dropp of sweat
That he had bled
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Destination
With all the happiness
Along with the current
In the ocean the boat Moves
But Against with all the sorrow and pain
Sways with the tide
Sings a song of
High and low
It's a journey
Of life
As The sage calls
It starts from one shore
and targets to reach the opposite one
which i call the destination
poem by Abdul Wahab
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What actually runs in our veins?
What actually runs in our veins?
Blood, water and oxygen
Or the spirit that lives the body
Food, poison, and mineral
Or the feeling that moves the body
Pain, cold, and fear
Or the heat that calls the body
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Flesh Wound
Its four o clock in the mornin and the daylights creepin in
Im lyin awake in bed
Outside my window the rains just pourin down
And theres a pain inside my head
I looked hard into the mirror, took some water in my hands
And threw it on my face
But your memory wont fade away, I can see you everywhere
Around this empty space
This nights too long, Im fadin fast
I tell myself, this pain wont last
Its just a flesh wound
Missin my heart but it still cuts deep
Nothin but a flesh wound
It tore me apart and I still cant sleep
You know you really did it well
Now Im lyin on a bed of nails
But its nothin but a flesh wound
Better pull myself together, gotta hold my head up high
Thats what i;ve got to do
No damage done, but deep inside my heart
Who am I tryin to fool
Its over now, all in the past
I tell myself, this pain wont last
Its just a flesh wound
Missin, my heart, but it still cuts deep
Nothin but a flesh wound
It tore me apart and I still cant sleep
Ive got no choice, I must be strong
Cant lie here thinkin about it all night long
Its nothin but a flesh wound
(repeat chorus....)
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There Is No Time For A Poem
THERE IS NO TIME FOR A POEM
There is no time for a poem,
The tasks of life demand attention-
Perhaps later in the day
There will come a time
To wait and think and contemplate and dream
And listen
To the poem that has been waiting
And wants to come.
But perhaps not
And today like yesterday
Will be one
In which
There is no time for a poem
And life seems somewhat more empty
And more meaningless.
I
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If Looks Could Kill
Caught you in the act - can't put up with that
messing where you shouldn't be
I wanna hear you say you're sorry
cause nobody takes advantage of me
You're missing the mark - shooting in the dark
I'm pulling the wool from my eyes
baby don't you push me further
it's gonna hurt you if it happens here
If looks could kill
you'd be lying on the floor
you'd be begging me please please
baby don't hurt me no more
If looks could kill
you'd be reeling from the pain
and you'd never lie again
If looks could kill
You're living on the edge - hanging by a thread
I'm watching every move you make
you don't want to see my anger
so don't you make another mistake
Love is on the line - I ain't about to be kind
that's a promise and a threat
if I was you I'd really cool it
or risk a night you'll never forget
If looks could kill
you'd be living on the floor
you'd be begging me please please
darlin don't hurt me no more
If looks could kill
you'd be reeling from the pain
and you'd never lie again
If looks could kill
I was a fool to believe in you
a sucker for every line
I'm a little less blind
than I was before
I can see right through your design
You'd be begging me please please
darlin don't hurt me no more
If looks could kill
you'd be reeling from the pain
and you'd never lie again
If looks could kill
You'd be begging me please please
darlin don't hurt me no more
If looks could kill
you'd be reeling from the pain
ynd you'd never lie again
If looks could kill
If looks could kill
song performed by by Heart from Heart
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This Poem Has Feelings
This poem has feelings
This a poem of sorrow, hurt and pain
This is a poem of struggle, sufferation and poverty
This poem has feelings
Stabbing beats
kill my joy with a sad song
This poem will speak
This poem will fight
This poem is angry
This poem has feelings
Cruel thoughts run and rule my thinking
Uncognitive, unrational, jut cold and hardhearted
This poem has feelings
poem by Zanele Mavuso
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Ballad IV
Farewell, my lady dear and dread,
Farewell, of all sovereign and queen,
Farewell, perfect and sacred head,
Farewell, who dost all honour mean,
Farewell, true heart, loyal and clean,
Farewell, best flower the world doth bear,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, O wise, that no ill said,
Farewell, river that made life green,
Farewell, in whom fame harboured,
Farewell, voice that all ears could win,
Farewell, solace of all my teen,
Farewell, whose grace is wide as air,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, soft look that through me sped,
Farewell, more fair than Helen queen,
Farewell, body and sweet soul wed,
Farewell, thou most gracious demesne,
Farewell, pole-star, joyous and keen,
Farewell, fountain of valour rare,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, Princess of noblest mien,
Farewell, thou aweing smile serene,
Farewell, without fault, sin's despair,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
poem by Christine de Pizan
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Be Still, And Listen!
be still!
the One whose thoughts
conceive universes
out of particles of dust,
walks within you.
can you feel the ebb
and flow of the tide?
listen! you can hear
voices binding darkness
and light....
are they not merely echoes
of the living written
and etched into your memory?
what you call wind
is only the breath of God....
what you call rain, Her tears...
the empty place that's always
been hidden in your heart...
is only Her hand cupped
to catch your dreams....
whisper softly; Her voice blends
with yours.... and calls the robin
that builds a nest in your prayers!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Farewell Letter
To everyone I ever loved
this is my farewell
I might be going to heaven
I might be going to hell
I can't take it anymore
I can't endure the pain
I'd rather kill myself
than live this life of shame
You might say I'm a coward
and talk bad when I'm gone
you might say I was stupid
but all of you are wrong
because who else would have the strength
to take a razor to their arm?
who else would be strong enough
to bring all self harm?
good-bye mommy
good-bye daddy
you just didn't know
I was hurting to badly
good-bye to my friends
the ones that tried to help me through
even though you couldn't save me
I still appreciate you
good-bye brothers and sisters
and all my family members
do not bury me in a casket
watch my ashes burn with embers
good-bye to everyone
farewell to all
please don't be here
to watch me fall
One night I wanted to die, so i wrote a farewell letter, then I turned it into a poem
poem by Jade Just me
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Farewell my friend
I could easily foretell
You had something to tell
As you dropped a stinking bombshell
Farewell, farewell my friend
With words I spell
It all out in a nutshell
Farewell, farewell my friend
What else can I say?
When you take off today for good
Farewell I say with a broken mood
Farewell there goes my wedding bell
Farewell there goes your innocent smell
Farewell there goes our fun in and out of hotels
Farewell I hope that life treats you well
Farewell in your ventures
Our spent time is my treasure
Your heart must wander to where it belongs
Friend, I only urge you to be strong
With love you can simply do no wrong
I say it with these words tipping off my tongue
Farewell, farewell my friend
I am a great believer
Farewell is not forever
I say not goodbye
I do not wish to sit and cry
Farewell, farewell my friend
What else can I say?
You weren’t meant to stay
I will do nothing to detain
You from flying on that plane
Farewell, farewell my friend
I say with pain
Farewell, farewell my friend
In sunshine or in rain
One day, one day
I know we’ll see again
Farewell, farewell my friend
I cannot stand and pretend
That a part me
With you, would still like to be!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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My Adieu;
The summer nights that emptied all sorrows.
The winter nights filled me with pain.
The slow breeze of autumn that humbly blew my hairs.
Of all the days that i did spend.
Of all the nights that i have seen.
And all those faces.
Young and old.
I remember them still.
I remember them now.
Oh how each day enroled a lesson.
One that was worth learning.
And how each moment that left my clock.
Left its fragrance with it.
The rains; the sun; the moon; the breeze.
That left there certain cries of ease.
Worth recalling; when i was sad.
Or broken by someones words.
And as each day slipped through my fingers.
Many memories; welcomed my heart.
And now as my heart beats still.
And now as death comes near.
Farewell oh dear, cruel world.
Farewell its traps and games.
Farewell to them who lived with me.
Farewell to love and pain.
I say adieu to every soul that lives a silent life.
May you find peace that i have found.
With death upon my door.
It is love that made me fly in the seventh sky.
But it was hope that never left me; for eternity.
poem by Furqan Asad
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Ars Poetica
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind -
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to:
Not true
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean
But be
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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Pain Of Existence Without.....
It was pain of existence without your phone calls.....
This pain was not related to time, as time moved on.....
but the pain remained, pain and more pain....
without a phone call from you........
Time started moving, but there was no phone call, , , , , ,
I was lost with the acute awareness of this great pain.....
pain and more pain......
I wish I could tell you how much your phone calls mean to me, , , , ,
what if we have not met, what if we have not seen each other
but dear your phone call is what makes me pull through my day....
your voice is a magic to me, it is music to my ears....
but dear you never called.... and the pain remains...
The pain reminds me of the wonderful times we had....
the long phone calls.... your voice, your silence, , your moans
all this was so wonderful, which meant so much to me....
but dear you never called........
come back and call me dear...... and tell me how much I mean to you
call me once my love........
I wait for your magic voice, for all wonderful things you tell me....
for all the beautiful moments over phone we had.......
I wait with great pain, pain and pain.....
Just to hear you..... or get a message from you
Your messages are my breakfast, my dinner, , , ,
I sleep thinking of you hearing you, reading you...
I wake up to read your message..........
But dear you never called you never messaged....
come back just once my love come back
I just want to tell how much I miss your voice.............
Isful ah-ness!
Winter has stopped indulging.
Brown body of summer
longs for the full lips of moon.
I become saddened
tracking time.
Desire is now a temple
outraged by sun
starts a dialogue with winds.
Grey hills kill the songs
and empty life again fills in
the cargo of memories.
Silence is cool, ticks like a clock
breaks a stone
and melts into night.
I prepare to die again
amidst the disguises of fidelities.
* A Phrase from Les Murray.
poem by Satish Verma
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Short Poem
short poem to keep you sweet
a poem of dispair
a poem of pulling out my hair
a poem of thats not right
a poem thats finished now
as im all done in
off i go
to sleep
to dream.
poem by Graham Russell
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Futurity
The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now.
Deceitful black knives, white gloves.
No hope, battle lines are drawn.
The wasps are whirring at a furious speed
stings ready to inject venom.
Bronzed body,
huge turbaned skull.
Eyes looking beyond you,
hauls you through slumber
of ages. The autopsy extracts out a bullet
fired at close range, poured into chest.
Death had a party.
Frilled guns,
yellow metal
are ready to kill.
Extended pain of centuries haunts the future.
Give me the tearful farewell
for another ruined journey.
We will bury the present, forget the past.
poem by Satish Verma
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This is a poem....
This isn't a poem of one direction,
This is a poem about perfection.
This isn't a poem about who won the election,
This is a poem about correction.
This isn't a poem of getting it right,
This is a poem of standing up to fight.
This isn't a poem of being lost like a kite,
This is a poem about trying to find the light.
This isn't a poem of running tears,
This is a poem about chasing your fears.
This isn't a poem of love and hate,
This is a poem of destiny and fate.
This isn't a poem of the end,
This is a poem of a heart unable to mend.
This isn't a poem of cruilty and pain,
This is a poem of a thng i need to gain.
This isn't a poem of shame,
This is a poem of fame.
Thsi isn't a poem of the life i let loose,
THIS IS A POEM OF THE TRUTH.
poem by Tammie LilAimo
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