Since you gone
'Since you gone'
Storms in the eyes,
Desert heart land.
Feelings of suffocation
Combustion potential.
Moment of blazing coals,
As horrible pain,
Death altercation
Flux of stone body.
Since you.............gone...
poem by Seema Gupta
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desert Woman
She is born with the
silent language of desert and winds
engraved in her soul and
every night stairing towards the sky
fighting with her own guesses
which she made to catch the star
her beloved was following
to reach his destination
she sends her wishpers
along with tender kisses
placing on the wings of wind
believing the wind would surely
travel far and far away
to transfer her kisses
with her passionate message of
longingness to her beloved
she lives in fire of
endless waiting moments
with flood of stroms in her eyes
and suffers moments of blazing coals
as horrible pain
with a desperate desire to
rest in his strong arms forever
she try's to gather dews of her
evaporating deep breaths
and create imaginary of being
beside him peeping in his eyes
she never know
her wait would end or not
But she know one thing
she is a desert woman
and with flux of stone body
she would be waiting till her last breath....
poem by Seema Gupta
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The Stone That You Love
you are unique
for having loved a stone
how did the stone
entice you?
are you seduced by
its silence?
are you tempted by
its solitude?
you take the pain
poking the stone to
your heart
and you bleed
you rub the stone
in the skin of your body
hoping that someday
the stone may have
feelings and
love you
but this is all useless
the stone is a stone is a stone
and there is no love
in its blank stare
there is no softness in its
belly
i ponder upon this
and come to think of it
you and the stone
are the same
on this hardheadedness
this futility
this numbness
this suffering without end
the stone can never give
a part of its cracks
it will never part with its
dust
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coals glowing orange red
Coals glowing orange red in the half drum
blazing through the holes in the sides of it
and a guard warms his hands
where he stands watching, with eyes alert
one hand touching the baton
as if testing if it is still there
and his shadow is gigantic
on the white building behind him
and above him, in the night
God’s coals are aflame
burning through the holes in the sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The moss that loves the stone
It is the moss that loves the stone
Most. No matter what or when, the
Moss somehow manages to stay
Even without a why, they say.
But the moss keeps on sticking
To the body of the stone that
Keeps its nonminding stiffness.
It is cold, it is hard, it is unfeeling
At all. It is the moss that keeps its
Love. It sticks with it, rain or shine.
It rolls with it. It stays with it even
In the desert, even it if means its
Own death. It is the moss that sticks
To the stone. It is its true lover.
In the river, the water has ordered
The moss to leave. It ordered the stone
To crush it. The moss cannot be
Removed. It covered the stone.
It is loving it whole.The stone has
Become the moss, and the stone
Is gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cloud Spaces Potential Purchased
heaven is a wide open space
land of potential departure chosen
lifestyle introspection in time
finality of decision flux tithe spoken
poem by Terence George Craddock
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For My Father
Reaching upward as I never believed
I could do, not within this moment-
Searching for life’s meaning, heaven sent and
Written across the stone of some unfamiliar despondent
Figure from my past-
Was an invitation for me to follow in your footsteps –
Much less you, my own father who passed away years ago
I can almost hear you calling my name aloud as I
Search for relief from all of the pain-
My stone is waiting and patiently standing- in my dying breath- as
I climb this stairway towards hell- I say-
Father you were a good man with such a zest for life although
Only evil people with no conscience
Burn in hell’s brush fire
In your eyes and mine likewise death is hell
In itself- in our eyes life has always been a challenge,
Life is indeed a gift- while death is a rude awakening-
Perhaps if I climb this ladder I am tenuously holding onto-
I will find you once again when I reach the top-
I remember being your one and only,
As I remember you to be a godsend –
Reaching upward is reaching outward to
Embrace the most gentle, loving and
The most gallant man- in all due respect-
Meeting you face to face once more
Would erase the pain of loss I feel and
In my heart, mind and spirit-
Loss is none but hell and reuniting with you
Will give us both a second chance at life –
- Let hell’s fire burn-if not for just this moment-
It shall light the candle I hold in my hand
Blazing a path before me- until we meet once more-
Much less to be held in your arms-
The heaven of both of our dreams come true-
Love puts out all malevolent fires-as would a fountain of youth or
A cleansing shower- let fondest memories of the good times
We shared turn the hell of death to
A warm rebirth – no matter where that light shall guide us-
That place shall be our one and only heaven-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Asthma
Breathe!
Suffocation within
because of what your sayin'
To understand!
Is to begin again
Yet to Begin!
Is to live again
I tried living my life through your eyes
Smother me with your ways, to death, no breath.
Your choking what little faith I have left.
In time I find the truth lies, Inside the truth lies, Inside
Breathe!
Suffocation within
because of what your sayin'
To understand!
Is to begin again
Yet to Begin!
Is to live again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
Breathe!
Suffocation
I want to Breathe!
Suffocation
I understand
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
Breathe
song performed by by P.O.D.
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I Met Death
I was waiting, watching one day
When Death came along, looking
As if there was something he wanted to say
His hair was as black as the sky at night
And in the wind it blew like smoke
He had come a long way in his worn black cloak
So I invited him in and I did say
If you’d like to you can stay
But Death said:
“I’m only passing through
For the clock’s hands they say
They are ticking the seconds of my life away”
And I answered,
Thinking I’d misunderstood
As Death’s dark black eye gleamed under his dark black hood
“If your Death, how can you die? ”
You see, Death didn’t seem the kind to lie.
And Death wasn’t phased at all,
“No longer Death I may become,
Or so says He if I don’t complete
The most horrible, horrible, feat.
“The most horrible feat? ”
I had to say
Could it be so horrible,
That Death couldn’t say?
“Death, ” said Death, “is the horrible feat.”
And then he faded away, like smoke into the blue, blue sky
But I think, before he left, I might have seen him cry.
I had never in my life, seen Death again
Until the night I stood outside in the rain
When he said, “I’m sorry miss, but this is good bye.”
And I found out what it’s like to die.
So we went, and parted, to each our own way,
But one more time I want to heard Death say, “I’m sorry miss, -“
Marking the end of the day
poem by Jinny Tikanus
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Pain
Pain—sharpen but yet dull and painless.
So numb to the pain given to my body that instead of rejecting it, my heart automatically accepts the pain.
Like medicine to the soul, pain seems to be my healer.
Pain seems to bring together life and death.
Pain seems to soothe the soul because without Pain I would be weak: timid: short: and unfulfilled.
You see pain is needed to make a person stronger.
Pain is needed to make a person un-afraid of hurt.
Pain is needed to make a person stand up, be proud and walk tall because they are more certain of the future.
Pain is needed to make one feel more fulfilled.
All because of these feelings my heart becomes full but it brings me back to the root cause: PAIN.
This 4 letter word causes hearts to be crushed relentlessly. It dishevels emotions once grounded and bruises egos. Pain.
Pain. My painkiller.
Pain. My happy endings.
Pain. My way out.
Pain. My life.
poem by Crystal Tutson
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EQ (emotional qoutient)
at first
it was so horrible
i locked myself inside the room
as father hides the knife
then i had the second failure
i kept it to myself
and despite the red spot in my eyes
i said
it was nothing
and then there was this third
and fourth and fifth
and so on and so forth
somehow i said yes and yes
to all these
for how can one refuse disappointments
and failure
oh! they come so naturally
and then the feeling of pain is gone
i rise above frustrations
the pain is too normal
the body gets adjusted
the brain is numb
when they come again in my life
all these have become my brothers and sisters
and mothers and fathers
they bring no pain anymore,
except the hard lessons
and all these
for us to live
we must
by heart learn.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A battle between soul and death
My body has become a battle field,
Battle, a fierce battle, I cried in pain,
As death comes and fights to pull the soul,
Nothing happens as death has no gain.
I have been a heart and gastric patient,
My body burns with a wound of heart,
And my heart burns with it's own light,
But soul and death wrestle part to part.
A great war took place in my body,
Death violently ordered to the soul to surrender,
But soul is not ready to surrender then war began,
Many souls and deaths saw the war and wonder.
What about my body? I shouted at them,
My body has been burning since long,
Listening this, death laughed and soul hit it,
Soul told me that “death is going to do you wrong”.
You go away otherwise the death harms you,
Soul strongly pushed to the death and saved me,
I forever pray to God to give strength to my soul,
I am very thankful to my soul to protect me like a bee.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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In The Dark, Painted Pink
eyes blazing in the dark
do not be slumbered
by sleek black hair
and soft touching
of breath from
ripened lips of red
eyes blazing in the dark
do not fall into sleep's abyss
as gentle touch
fingers promises on brow
with polished nails
pointed painted pink
eyes blazing in the dark
do not drift in dreams
of allures sweet scent
such intoxicates
and dims the wit
of weary men
eyes blazing in the dark
look into souls
and reflect
what is within;
eyes blazing in the dark
poem by David Taylor
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Walking Across Blazing Hot Coals
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
Even making attempts to do it...
They will immediately threaten to burn their season passes,
To a local amusement park that employs most of them.
Try to confront people like this with the telling of the truth,
And everything they have ever known...
They will reduce to rubble to leave chaos and trouble,
With demands to have their fantasies left intact.
As well as their biases against others from which they thieve.
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
And promised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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unrequited love (as usual) for Meggie...
she
could have kissed him hard
as a lover
all night it is him that she
thinks of
all days of her life
she entertained the hope that
he would take her away
from her loneliness
she could have done more
than what is necessary
to be with him
she had offered her body
bared her soul
she will die for him
and will give up everything
and so
on that moment her lips landed on his
but his lips are so cold
like rain
so dry like sands in the desert
exactly the opposite of what she is
she is life
and he is death
another stone
where her seed of love
sadly landed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Love Has Gone
(rick astley/d. spatsley)
The love has gone
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
Wake up beside you, and hear you breathing
And I can feel you in my arms
No one can know just how Im feeling
Knowing that our love can come to no harm
But as I open my eyes
Then I start to realise
That youre gone and I cant go on
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
The love is gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
What have I done girl, to make you leave me
Didnt I love you for all those years
If you open your eyes
Baby, then youll realise
That youre wrong, and I cant go on
You know I cant go on
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
The love is gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
Nothing will ever come between us
If you will just take me back once more
Ill show you just how much I love you
If youll just come walking through that door
The love has gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
The love is gone, will we ever be the same
The feelings wrong, the joy has turned to pain
(chorus to fade)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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First Time
Your hands run over my breast
You slide into me as my body welcomes you as a guest
Your body moves as mine follows the steady pace
As your body bulids it becomes a race.
My mind fills with this lust, this power
It shall not let me cower
As the slow beat of music plays
I think of how how this memmory shall stay,
In my soul, in my heart.
My body waits for the feelings to start.
As reality hits I remember this is my first
But now the need for more fills my heart with it's thirst
You move faster, and the pain fills my veins, my blood
The pain quickly lessons as my thoughts turn to mud
Here and now is all that matters, all I seak
My body arches as we reach the peak.
Your movements start to slow
Making movements a steady flow
You retreat from my body yet remain in my grasp
As our breaths turn to steady gasps.
You smile as you lay next to me
And now the whole of you I see
I smile back as your lips press against my hair
I meet your lips with mine with passion with care.
I close my eyes to replay the moment over again
And now my true life will begin
My head lay on your chest
My eyes filled with you, this feeling is the best
I close my eyes again to sleep.
For tomorrowI will weep.
But now I sleep in your arms, in your mind
This night was so calm, so kind
As your arms pass over me one last time
So slow, so soft for you know this is my first time
You watch me as I sleep, and ask yourself if I left what would you do
So you kiss me once more and whisper 'I love you'
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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Dream Land
Dream Land
Dream Land
What a wonderful place many have seen
But can’t be.
Dream Land
Dream Land
What a horrible place many have seen
And hoped never to be
Dream Land
Dream Land
Many who saw merriment in thy land
Wished never to wake
But wake they must
And when they do
They’re overwhelmed by
Such a sorrowful joy like never before
Dream Land
Dream Land
Struggling they do
Profusely they sweat
And “Jesus! ” they exclaim
When they finally turn their eyes
From the horrors they saw in thy land
Dream Land
Dream Land
What and where are you?
Some think you exist
While others hope you don’t
Do you really exist?
If you do
Where then are you?
If you don’t
Why then do you show thyself to us?
O Dream Land
While do you show thyself to us?
While we sleep
Can’t we see you with our eyes open?
Or are you a world for the blind?
Dream Land
Dream Land
O Dream Land
Where can we find you?
poem by YoungBen Ulebor
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My Charming Son
Oh how the years go by
Oh how moment can certainly fly
once just thoughtfulness in far away dreams
now into my arms and in my eyes shine
the personality of yours make me pride.
Your laughter and wide smile which depart on for miles
warm in my heart and spirit you live within me.
Oh my charming son. Mom loves you so
You're growing up as fast as potential
I wish each moment I be in this world
With you everlastingly.
My little son will someday be a man
and right by your side I will forever stand.
I will pick up the pieces when my son you will fall
I will embrace you and help you stand tall.
Oh my magnetic son. Mom loves you so
And when the day comes when you are on your own
never feel my dearest son that you are alone.
No matter how close to or faraway
I am for all time be right there in your heart.
Oh my attractive son. Mom loves you so
Always remember whatever you go through
that no matter what, I will at all time love you.
For you are my angel son who share and care
The feelings of my inner soul.
Oh my charming son. Mom loves you so
Listen to my pain and sorrow with silent belief
You are my son so intelligence and charismatic
Mom cares for you my baby son.
She adore (love) you (Darran) with no end
Written by Ezna
For my son: Darran
Copyright: 30/sept/2010
Time: 12.32am
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Sometimes Your Eyes Can Display Your Feelings
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence,
when something unseen speaks.
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings
when love accepts the smallest thing as being right,
when we learn deeper things from that, which is unsaid,
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence.
poem by Gert Strydom
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