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I Forgot The Poem I Wrote Today

I FORGOT THE POEM I WROTE TODAY

I forgot the poem I wrote today
I forgot the poem I wrote yesterday
I have forgotten all my poems-

No one rereads my poems
I do not reread them-
They will all be forgotten-

O Poems O World-
Will we ever know
What God Remembers?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wrote A Poem Yesterday/ Can I Write A Poem Today?

I WROTE A POEM YESTERDAY/ CAN I WRITE A POEM TODAY?

I wrote a poem yesterday
Can I write a poem today?
Somehow all the poems of yesterday
Are not as needed
As a single small poem of today.
To have been alive even in the deepest way
Is not necessarily to be alive now.
These lines are my lifelines for the moment
Soon I will be gone
And there will come a day
When no poem will be written.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wrote Many New Poems Now Long Forgotten

I WROTE MANY POEMS NOW LONG FORGOTTEN

I wrote many poems now long forgotten
Why do I believe any poem I will write now
Or in the future
Is better than them?

I am a man lost in the world of his own words
And the only way out I know
Is writing more words
Which too are added on
To the unending pile of the forgotten.

Tell me where this poem too will be
When I am in the ground?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem I Wrote Yesterday/ The Poem I Write Today

THE POEM I WROTE YESTERDAY/THE POEM I WRITE TODAY

The poem I wrote yesterday
The poem I write today
The poem I will write tomorrow
What do they all mean?

Life goes on
Even my life will go on for a time
Without them.

True they give me hope now
But hope is another kind of delusion-

Creature of hopes and dreams delusions and poems
I go on now writing another poem hoping that you somewhere
Will want to know and read and remember it.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is No Poem For Me Today

THERE IS NO POEM FOR ME TODAY

There is no poem for me today
There is no poem of yesterday
The poems have gone
And far away
There is no poem
For another day.

There never will be another poem
Poems are gone
Poems are stone.

All the words I will ever write
Are not enough
For a Poem of Life.

The Poems are not
They will never be
I am not a Poem
Nor Poetry.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Will Have Written Only One

I WILL HAVE WRITTEN ONLY ONE

I wrote another poem today
The poem that I wrote yesterday
Tomorrow I will write a poem
Whose meaning will not be unknown.

Again and again I continue to write
The single poem of my only life
When all my poems and writing are done
I will have written only one.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wrote A Poem I Loved

I WROTE A POEM I LOVED

I wrote a poem I loved
But I could not rest content with it.
I had to write another poem,
And another poem.
And in the writing of other poems,
Some of which I also loved.
I lost the poem I loved.

Essentially I am a writer of poems
And not their possessor.

I possess many poems of others,
But somehow mine, I cannot.

However I love them
Perhaps I really believe
None of them good enough
To be worthy of such love.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wrote No Poem Today/ I Wrote No Poem Yesterday

I WROTE NO POEM TODAY/ I WROTE NO POEM YESTERDAY

I wrote no poem today-
I wrote no poem yesterday-
Will I write a poem tomorrow?
Perhaps all my lines are done-
And I must live out
The rest of my life
In silence-
God is Great
Am I a small small small voice still?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Was It You Who Wrote Some Poems?

it happens in a crowd
or a party or a reunion
to be exact and short of
any dialogue
you ask,

was it you
who wrote some
poems?

and i say
yes
and i ask why?

and you say
oh i like every poem
there

and i ask
which ones?

the one about love
or passion
or compassion
or was it the poem
that hurts
and makes
one feel the
urge to kill oneself?

and you say
i like the
sad ones
those that
make me cry
and think
of my broken heart

and i say
i never wrote
sad poems

and you say
you swear

i have read
the sad ones
and i really cried
alone

and i say,
i never wrote
them

they write themselves
and i do not really cry anymore

and you say
really?

and i say: i am numb.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wrote A Poem Today

I WROTE A POEM TODAY

I wrote a poem today
I wrote a poem yesterday
Will I write a poem tomorrow?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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What They Will Say

Some times, I wonder if I write for the future.
That may seem like a strange statement to make.
Forty-three years ago, I wrote a poem
that at the time no one wanted to know.
Now it is my best-loved poem
read by countless people around the world.
Thirty years ago, I wrote two poems
and each one won me an award,
but at the time I wrote them,
no one wanted to know.
All of which makes me wonder
if what I wrote in my yesteryears
that then none wanted to know.
Could they all be popular now?
Today I started collecting and retyping
short stories I wrote twenty years ago.
At the time, publishers and agents
didn’t want to know.
Now twenty year on
I am wondering what they will say.

24 January 2009

poem by David Harris
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I Read A Poem I Could Not Write

I READ A POEM I COULD NOT WRITE

I read a Poem I could not write
And then I wrote it down.
I left it long alone
Forgot where it was found.

Somehow it came back to me
In another time,
I had never written it
The Truest poems, not mine.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wrote My Poems Today

I WROTE MY POEMS TODAY

I wrote my poems today-
I should rest
But unrest is in me
And perhaps only Poetry
Will make me calm.

It is after all easier
To live with the error
in one small poem
Easier to discard it
Than in trying to confront and correct
A long work of the past.

With a few lines
I escape and pretend
I am doing something worthwhile-

So if my poetry is a poetry of confession
Today it is perhaps a confession
of my cowardice and irresponsibility.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wrote In Mind/ A Poem Today

I wrote in mind
a poem today
Now it is forgotten
Like so much dust
Its disappearance
Means nothing to anyone
But myself.

I write this poem now
A lesser poem
To understand again
The best of what I do
Most likely will be
Forgotten.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Have No Poem Today

I HAVE NO POEM TODAY

I have no poem today
I’ll have no poem tomorrow
The poems have gone away
My life is filled with sorrow.

Will poems come once again?
I cannot really know
Poems may have gone forever
While I remain alone and unknown.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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An Evening Poem

AN EVENING POEM

An evening poem
Waits for deeper darkness
A night poem knows blackness
As home.
A morning poem is light
An afternoon poem is thick with heat.

All times have a poem
And all seasons poems also
All lives are poems
And all stories also.

We all are and all know poems
Poems pervade us
And the universe.

It is night now
But when the morning comes
Its poem will overshadow now.

What a brave new world it is
With so many poems in it
And what a life-
With such deep sadness
Waiting forever to be unexpressed.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wrote A Nonsense Poem

I WROTE A NONSENSE POEM

I wrote a nonsense poem
It said a nonsense thing
Yesterday is not today
And winter is not spring.

I wrote a nonsense poem
It didn’t have a name
It began and so fast finished
No wonder I’m ashamed.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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They Call It Gentle and Smile

The Sun wrote a poem
That is morning
The Moon wrote a poem
That is evening
I wrote a poem
That is love
You wrote a poem on your lips
They fondly call it gentle and smile

poem by Kavin Charalan
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Not Every Poem Knows How To Say Its Own Name Properly

NOT EVERY POEM KNOWS HOW TO SAY ITS OWN NAME PROPERLY

Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly-
There are poems that have no name
And poems that are named by others who have not written them-
There are poems whose names make them what they are
And poems whose names contradict and belie them-
Many poems have their first lines as their names
And these poems often are as memorable as one line only-
Great poems and good poems can be nameless
Or can have unforgettable names.

Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly -
Poems are poems are poems
And names are names are names
And sometimes they meet and are one
And live happily ever after-
But there are times when perhaps
They never should have met each other at all.

Poems have their names
And names have their poems
But sometimes they love each other
And truly are one.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem Today And The Poem Yesterday

THE POEM TODAY AND THE POEM YESTERDAY

The poem today and the poem yesterday,
And the poem of the day before,
And all the poems there are,
And all the poems that ever have been,
They do not say,
They cannot say-

What you say to me,
When you love me.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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