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The World I Wanted To Write

THE WORLD I WANTED TO WRITE

The world I wanted to write
Went away from me.
The world I could write
Repeated itself endlessly.
The world I have
Now crumbles
And leaves me too afraid
To forgive.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wanted To Write The Most Beautiful Poem

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
The one beyond any music I had known-
The one which would reveal the changes
in yellows and greens
spring sunlight whispered to the trees

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
The one which would tell the stories of all those I have loved and cared for-
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
As a poem of Kindness-

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
Of sublime and overpowering distance
Of stars when stars were dreams -

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem-

But I knew many other poems already written
Would always be far more beautiful than mine-

So I tried to write the most beautiful poem I could-

But the light outside
The world and its colors
The beauties we see and hear everyday
Said to me again and again,

'Walk more humbly with your God and do Justice and love Mercy also'.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem To Change The World

I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
A world with barbwire fences
Try to cross and you get stuck
You get pinned and you can’t come back
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would take those barbwire fences down

I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
With spotlights that blind rather than show the way
You have to look away
With spots in your eyes you cannot see
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would turn those spot lights away

I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
Airplanes that get you there if you can pay the fair
If you’re poor, you will work hard but go no where
Those who fly, are they thankful to the sky
Ya
If I could just write a poem that would make this world fair

I wish I could write a poem that would change the world
What is worse is war
And it is over there, where we send our children
There is nothing here but fear
Ya
I wish I could write a poem that make that no more

How much longer will the birds and trees
have to put up with our dirty breeze
All the water in this world
someday none of it will be safe to drink
If I could just write a poem that would clean up this mess

poem by Roger Harkness
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Why I Write?

I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face

poem by Asif Andalib
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I write from a world

I write from a world
~
I write from a world
Of thought and feeling
A world of observation
There to be picked at
There to be used as need be
Whenever or however
It suits me to do so
I write to stave off madness
To save my tongue
From speaking ill words
I write in metaphor
To disguise such things
I am not freely open to discuss
Things better left unsaid
But which stew in the mind
And need to be let out
Other things I write in celebration
To share my joy with all
And all in this world
Shall read or hear that written
From a world of thought
Of feeling and observation

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Questions

Write me what you're wearing! Is it warm?
Write me how you lie! Do you lie there softly?
Write me how you look! Is it still the same?
Write me what you're missing! Is it my arm?

Write me how you are! Have you been spared?
Write me what they're doing! Do you have enough courage?
Write me what you're doing! Is it good?
Write me, who are you thinking of? Is it me?

Freely, I've given you only my questions.
And I hear the answers, how they fall.
When you're tired, I can't carry it for you.

If you're hungry, I have nothing for you to eat.
And so now I leave the world
No longer there, as if I've forgotten you.

poem by Bertolt Brecht
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The World Goes On

THE WORLD GOES ON

The world goes on
Mighty rivers flow to the sea
Great things are done and undone
Across the universe stride colosses
Whose names all know.
I hide in some small corner of myself
Far away from everyone else
I dare not even look outside
I write and write and write and write.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Wanted To Write The One Poem Everyone Would Remember

I wanted to write the one poem everyone would remember
Though I knew it had already been written many times by others-
I wanted to write the one poem
Which long after I was dead
Would say to me when I could not hear
‘You will live forever as Literature’

I knew I probably would not write that poem -
This is certainly not it -
I knew ‘Trying’ too is not enough
And yet

Here I am with my desires and my life
And as my father said the world is going by
And who am I to ever hope
To catch up with it?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem Written By A Confessed Bipolar (her Name To Be Revealed Upon Her Permission)

I write because I can
I write because there are so many things to be written.
I write because I can make a painting without a brush and paints in my hand.
I write because I can capture the moment without having a camera.
I write because letters and words are the only recipe I know how to cook.
I write because I want to read what I’ve written.
I write because I’m used to speak in silence.
I write because I have a story to tell.
I write because I want to strip off my flesh and live as a pure being.
I write because I can record my “voice” without having a recorder.
I write because it’s like a cup of coffee, it keeps me awake
I write because I want to live even when I do not exist.
I write because this is my throwing stones when I’m frustrated.
6/11/09 at 4: 42 PM
I write because I can flaunt my being when I don’t have clothes to show off.
I write because this is like making an encyclopedia to a coloring book.
I write because it’s more effective than my lithium medication.
I write because I’m tired of carrying these baggages on the road.
I write because I’m tired of talking too much.
I write because it’s a healthier diversion than smoking.
I write because it’s more therapeutic than analyzing my problem.
I write because I want to paint a thousand pictures with words.
I write because I can put colors to the letters and make a rainbow of words.
I write because it’s the key combinations to my hidden vaults.
I write because my ball pen is my best friend in the darkest nights.
I write because it surprises me with what I am capable of thinking&doing. 6/11/09 at 4: 43 PM
I write because I like that ideas are popping like pop corns.
I write because I can wander in the adventures of my own world.
I write because I have to cleanse my collection of memories of an old home.
I write because like a mirror you need to do a lot of reflections.
I write because I want to fight the battle of life.
I write because I wanted my little voice to be heard.
I write because I want to run from the insanities of the world.
I write because pictures don’t talk.
I write because it helps me connect the dots when I look back in my life.
I write because it brings me back to my crib of silence.
I write because it makes a buzz to other bees in my beehive.
I write because unlike my bike my destination is limitless.
I write because I want to become an inspiration without extinction 6/11/09 at 4: 43 PM
I write because like strumming of the guitar, it vibrates in my soul.
I write because I love to write.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Had No Poem /I Had Nothing In Mind

I HAD NO POEM

I had no Poem
I had nothing in mind
Darkness in the world
Darkness inside.

I tried to think
I could not write
Darkness in the world
Darkness inside.

I repeated my theme
Again and again
Darkness in the world
Silence, no friend.

I try and I try
I need to write
A Poem is for me
A sign of Life.

What will be?
Will I ever know?
I write these words
Dawn so slow.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Why Do I Write

I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go

I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain

At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down

I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it

I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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I Wanted To Write A Song Of Happiness For You

I WANTED TO WRITE A SONG OF HAPPINESS FOR YOU

I wanted to write a song of Happiness for you
But one cannot write a song of happiness
If one is so so afraid.

All I can write
Is the story of a small mind
That lost itself
In an endless universe
Which has no tears.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Read Nothing Serious

fun poems always
usually easiest to write
but in my twenties

realized it was
all anyone most would
read nothing serious

political world
had issues
world kept

saying write
me write
me I thought...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A World Of My Own

When I write I go into
a world of my own.
My concentration is so strong
the rest of the world around me
just doesn’t belong.
The rest of the world vanishes
when my writing takes control
and I slip into a world of my own.
I only see the writing in front of me
everything else gets ignored.
My hearing does not detect
the voices surrounding me
when I drift into
a world of my own.
It is as though I’m hypnotised
by the words that I write
and all else never matters
disappearing out of sight
whenever I enter into
a world of my own.

27 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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For Whom Do We Write?

for whom do we write?
for us, we beg the world
to know what we are in the realm
and bounds of our words
our sadness & madness
our longing for love
unrequited our desire to
taste what passion is
that which the bed cannot
speak that which the
blankets cannot fully give in
to warmth and
lust.

for whom do we write?
we write for those passions
those explosions of suppressed
feelings long kept inside the steel
boxes of our hearts
we write for those lamentations
of love rejected and those
dreams that simply die
even before they were born
for those eggs
that never became chickens.

forgive me, but i write
because i have nothing else to do
about my life
forgive me for exposing the
truths
about us, this existential angst
lost in the labyrinths
of the empty
shell.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wanted The Sky To Write Me A Poem

I WANTED THE SKY TO WRITE ME A POEM

I wanted the sky to write me a poem
I looked up to its dark spaces, grey clouds, deep stars-
It said to me,

“You are the poem
wander freely
the world is forever open
before you.”

I looked up at the sky again
And the Beauty of the night
Was too great for me
To bear the Silence of.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Couldn't Write The Poem I Wanted To Write

I couldn't write the poem I wanted to write-
I do not know why exactly
Some days it works
And some nights it works
And some times it just does not work at all-

I couldn't write the poem I wanted to write-
There have been so many things in my life
I have wanted to do
And not been able to-

As I grow older
I fear there will be more and more simple things
I will not be able to do.

So much of what we are
Is in these failures-

I sometimes think how sad it is
That I have failed in so many things-

All my life I have known failures
And it will not end until I do-

I couldn't write the poem I wanted to write,
And this is not it, either.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Who Does Not Really Want To Write The Best Poem In The World?

yes, a five-star poem.
the one fit for first prize
awards, the one that will
make you famous
worldwide,
who does not like to
go on tv? read that famous
poem personally.

me? sorry i don't.
i am tired writing the best poem
of my life
been writing for years
i can imagine
trying to fit in
with the most famous ones
dead and alive
but i know i can never write it
because i can't
because i don't
because i do not have any reason
to write it.

i love to write.
AND that is foremost.
that is final. nothing ambitious.
nothing to change your world
or this world or that world
nothing to influence another
indonesian or turk
or swedish or
anybody or anything

what advantage do i get
when i say i just love to write
when i say i do not want to write the best poem in the world?

nothing, except the joy of having
to make the deep breath
in my life.

air that fills my lungs
and make me dream and make me sleep
longer than you do.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wanted To Write The Poems Of The Stars

I WANTED TO WRITE THE POEMS OF THE STARS

I wanted to write the poems of the stars
The poem of Beauty and Hope and Inspiration
I wanted to write a poem that helped others
Find Joy and Meaning in their lives -

I write my little poems
Often they are the sad truths of my own little life
Consolations for myself
I think may perhaps echo the souls of others.

I am not what I would have been
And perhaps not what I should be
I am what I am
What G-d has given me to be -

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Many Teachers All Over The World

I write to teach you,
I write to lead you,
I write to guide you,
I write to tell you what i have for you;
But, there are many teachers all over the world!
However, my sweet muse of different from all of them.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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2008: My Writing

Somtimes I need to write
At 3 AM
When the house is
Dark and quiet

Nothing
But the LEDs
Watching
Me work

Often I need music
Sometimes my mixes
Then a single artist's CD
Or random automated all-night FM radio

There are times
My writing needs a boost
From Starbucks or Peets
Soft music and socialization

I am inspired too
By the shouts of children
Fighting over who got
The best toy with their Happy Meal

I live in this world
I draw from this world
What I write I write
About this world and others

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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