Metaphors of A Free Poet
Leaves shine their best
In the fall,
When they are dying.
Days grown cold
Are left behind,
While the sky comes around to crying.
Shadows can only show
True beauty,
Scattered in rays of the sun's light.
While nature's darkest picture
Is the moon hidden behind clouds,
On a chilled and rainy night.
What sets the soul
Of the poet free?
- the lack of law to conformity -
To bend and blend at will
Time with eternity;
Outter inspiration with inner ability.
Some times (with surprise) arrive
With no name,
Leaving only questions to ponder
Why they came.
Words in cryptic ways
May design delicate days,
Adorned with wonders so brief
Bringing just the slightest spiritual relief.
If even one soul
May find,
In some word I've pressed
A small peace of mind,
Or see just a glimpse
Of beauty so divine,
Then what I have sought
Of all that I feel,
(written metaphorically)
Shall finally become real.
This beyond all else
Is what sets the soul free,
Within the likes
Of a simple poet... like me.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Set Me Free
You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
you're Mother Nature and an atom bomb
As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies
your little secret will be safe with me
around again insane again
it somes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
Your kept alive and polarized with one thing in mind,
metabolizin' everything that you see
but now and then or a little later
now I'm gonna take you down with me
Around again insane again
she comes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
so set me free
set me free
'cuase I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
song performed by by Velvet Revolver
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The Soul
the beauty of the day
washes my troubles away
seeing the sun up above
and the sky clear blue
always' reminds me of you'
the smile on your face
radiating the beauty within
and the depth in your eyes
just pulling me, like a rip current..
deeper and deeper i go
until i reach your very soul.
then your soul absorbs my entireity
shoots me out and sets me free.
sets me free to see all the
beauty that you have inside
a beauty which i can't deny.
there is nothing in this world
with which your beauty to compare
now that i found you i will not share.
you have taught my soul to fly
of that there is no lie.
now i am high above the ground
my heart hears all the sounds.
the sound of broken hearts, and lost souls
and tears that fall to the floor.
never to be heard evermore.
for teardrops dry up like the rain
and you lose all your pain.
because of you i have found
the beauty of a soul.
and in love you lose control.
poem by Louis Rams
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Theopathy
Evening memory,
whisper from your sweet flower sight,
as birds float delight.
World beauty,
sow some sweet simple spring season,
sky and sun without end.
Things combine
And seem to make little sense
When the great Beauty is bold
Singing its own song intense...
Sensations and seasons are best
When sowed in the simplicity
Of the pureness of poetry.
The dancing desert does delight
In the epiphanic voice,
Crying in the wilderness
Calling in the heart
Pleading in the mind, and
Claiming in the soul.
Beauty is the mysterious memory
Of what once was... and, by grace,
Shall someday return.
Known, unknown,
Wild, free, deep and true...
Nature speaks of
Gives hints toward, and
Causes contemplation for
What we know we barely know
And yet craving after
Do not understand...
Natures cryptic call
Seizes the soul and hungers the heart
Of all who willingly hear, and quietly listen
To the Voice
Crying, crying, and crying tears of longing
Throughout our own wilderness trek...
Sunrises to find,
softly speak visions in light,
as butterflies show freedom of flight.
Universe magnanimous,
moons and stars brilliant to send,
deep divine eternal hope from the final true,
Friend.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Shantelles Poem
Days come and go the sun sets to grace the night with its everlasting peace. The beauty of the earth graces the night only for the many people to spoil it. The unspoiled dreams of children running through the minds of others around. But has this world turned to the point of a simple thought? As I look around to see the shimmering beauty of this world begin to fade I turn to see a vision, a beautiful flower standing behind me. I see this beauty unspoiled by the world around and blooming as to be a dream. This beauty i wonder where it comes from as i melt at this divine beauty as to only feel unworthy to glimpse it i wounder where is this beauty and i remember this beauty is the person that is reading this gift the person who inspired this poem.
poem by Twisted Dreams
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On You
If I needed to
Could I count on you-
If it all looked like the end
Would you be my friend-
If they were coming to take me away
Would you stand up for me with strong words to say-
It's a long road home
When you feel like you're travelling alone-
There's a darkness across the heart
When the fire departs-
Days turn to night
As the sun goes out of sight-
And that ole fickle moon
Sets far too soon-
All that's left is a mangled concern
Wondering if any will ever return-
One last old soul
To truly know, before I go-
One who really shares
And unconditionally cares-
Just one true love
Flying free like the beauty of a dove-
If I needed to...
Could I honestly count, on only you?
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Innocent Face Vavroovahana Patra
The innocent face allures the poet in the morn;
The Beauty magnifies the beauty of the dawn.
Mind derives peace;
Poet lives with Divine Bliss.
Poet is a lover of Beauty;
Beautiful things enchant the poet with gaiety.
Loves Silvery face delightfully;
Loves innocent hearts silently.
Vernal chilly Breeze kisses the crisp hair delightfully;
Fragrance of Beauty bathes poet's body with gaiety.
Poet is inspired to remain in a world of peace;
Praying in the lap of Nature derives Divine Bliss.
Innocent rural Beauty proceeds silently;
Poet, a lover of Beauty, beholds enthusiastically.
Innocence provides delight;
Inspiration is a Brook of Delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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The Nature
Beauty is the nature's natural name,
The nature is poet's soulful game;
Her moods, rhythms and colours frame
Heaven on the earth in poet's dream.
Picturesque orchestra of the nature's rhyme
Stirs subtle sweet passion's flame;
The nature sings in silence for all souls,
Dawns new feel of devotional whole.
Blue in the sky and green all round
How change in mood with the passing time!
Cool of breeze and warmth of sunshine
How weave rare joy in the nature's womb!
Musics of streams and chirpings of birds
Rise like hymns from the nature's trove,
Clouds afloat and smiling sweet flowers
Swing in wind to greet all souls.
Air is thick with relaxed mood,
What a thrill, what an inspiring stir
Hangs in air like the heaven's benison
And blends onlookers with the nature's soul!
The grace of god as heavenly light
Diffracts as kaleidoscopic spectrum,
A spell everywhere, arcane vibrations,
The nature's music catches like fire.
What a sweet soft madness inside,
What a sweet soft madness inside
In the nature's calm rise and fall,
In the still quietude, in the quiet simple mood!
Those simple forms, those gentle hues,
Those quiet moves, those silent songs,
Those magic spells of sweet fragrance,
What a blend, what a shocking grace!
The nature, not mere nature, a cradle of beauty,
A ladder for all divine gifts,
An open keek to the streaks of heaven
In untouched lively virgin form.
The nature is a clean mirror of the soul
Where the soul itself reflects for real,
Bright like the sun, yet soft like the moon
And refreshingly pure like the morning dews.
poem by Praveen Kumar
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Let This One Poem Be About Me
Let this one poem be just about me
Let this one poem engulf all my beauty
Let this one poem define my soul
Let this one poem consume me whole
My soul was earth bound
And my heart lay in a place that it would never be found
Let this poem be what entangles my mind
Let this poem be where people will find
They will find that missing link
And this poem it will make them think
They will wonder how this girl came
They will wonder how I avoided fame
I didn’t write these words to please
I wrote these words to tease
My heart it’s the type that beckons for ease
And my taste will not accept the flavor of peas
Let this poem describe me in most simplest of ways
Let this poem show how I get through these days
And I know people will read this and say…
This girl she knew where heart lay…
Let this poem eat me whole
Let me entire heart bleed its luscious love into a broken bowl
My soul wanted only to be free
And this poem only pushed it back into me
I never will lose any part of my soul
Because then this world will swallow my inner being whole
Let this poem be what I hate
Let this poem describe with who I would mate
Let this thoughts become my ways
Let this poem be where I stray
Let this poem show how I lie
Let this poem describe how I will die
Yes I am human I cannot avoid death
Yes I am human I chose not to use meth
These words they dance upon this page
These words they have no age
These verses have lost all meaning
Because I revealed my demeaning
Let this poem describe what I deem right
Let this poem that I will always fight
My age floats through these words
And people will never understand why I want to be heard
Let this poem be only about me
Let this poem be what sets me free
And I know some day people will look at this and say…
This girl, this girl she knew exactly where her heart lay…
poem by Victoria Martinez
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The Weight Is My Soul
(graham russell)
In the night when youre lonely and you cant find a word for how you feel
Theres a place that you know of where the lights are so low theyre hardly real,
In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free.
The weight is my soul
The weight is my soul, come to me.
I can see through the streetlights where the evening air is turning round
All I hear is the hangin of the moon and the stars on the sky.
In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free.
The weight is my soul
The weight is my soul, come to me.
Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free
Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free
In the night when youre lonely and you cant find a word for how you feel,
Theres a place that you know of where the lights are so low theyre hardly real,
In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free
The weight is my soul
The weight is my soul, come to me.
song performed by by Air Supply
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The Ultimate Abode Of Peace!
Natural beauty kindles mystical nature to divinity
By the vastness of Universe and depth of blue ocean
Apparently mingling into one at the horizon of globe
Quite absorbing mind, heart and soul by its panorama!
Undergoing all kinds of torture in the mundane world
Man tries to seek relief with drinks and dames at night!
But not getting real relief forever seeks asylum in Art
And finally goes to the abode of Nature for mystical bliss!
As in political rivalry religious differences too irritates
Making one escape from all circles of adversaries here!
Art, literature and Nature according to one's nature
Gives great relief to the seekers of peace and bliss ever!
Nature the source of all creations of life always cools
Mind, heart and soul leading to divine bliss sure ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Coming Of Light From The Night
Evening sun brings horizon a radiant hue,
While mind and soul ponders what to do,
Sitting quietly she meditates at water edge,
Perched above shoreline on smooth ledge,
Full moon of the warm summer’s night,
Gave the water’s face a shimmering light,
Bringing on a calm and wonderful peace,
Troublings of mind did soon find release,
Majestic beauty of a starlit unclouded skies,
Would let soul’s depth release gentle sighs,
Deep thoughts towards making a better life,
Within a world all filled with hate and strife,
One gentle angelic entity in life full of pain,
Stuck between birth and grave on this plane,
Salty night air has refreshed body and soul,
New insight made the will strong and bold,
Sun of new day rising over ebbing beach,
Dreams seem to fade just out of her reach,
A strong will of mind can bring them to be,
Knowing best was done sets one’s soul free.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Sunshine on a Cloudy Day
Let me be the sun that graces your cloudy days
Let me be the sun that illuminates your dark and cold days
Let me be the sun that rises and sets in your eyes
Let me be the sun that fills your spirit with laughter and smiles
Let me be the sun that warms your soul and graces your heart
Let me be the sun that takes you way above the heavens
Let me lay before you my golden rays to light your way
Let me lay before you my dazzling sunbeams to chase away the shadows
Let me fill your life with love joy and inspiration
Let me chase away your slumber and fill your days with dreams
Let not the sun set evermore
Let me be the sun in your life forevermore
poem by Lilac Wine
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They'll Say That God Had Need Of Her..
They'll say that God had need of her
Before her time,
That angels sought her company
For beauty's sake
In mind or soul,
That stars will shine far brighter
In the night of all their dread
Now that she is dead at six years old,
And they must feel the cold
Of her departure all the more,
Like one whose ship has left the shore
For far off places,
They must have her face in mind
To keep as photograph,
In silver frame,
Until such time
That she and they
Are once again in arm's fond hold
And all the love returns
To cease the cold
And lonely days of aching grief.
poem by Terry Collett
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Hopeless Dreamer
The night air brings a chill
As I gaze at the sky
Hopeless dreamer, hopeless romantic
Always waiting....that is I
The quiet night reaches in
And stirs my soul, silence needed
Sets my mood, desired peace
Calmness has succeeded
My mind free to wonder
My heart free to feel
Peace of mind I've found
And it seems so surreal
All the nights I've laid alone
Staring into the dark
I've wondered how to free myself
On a new journey to embark
Tonight, there is only good
As my peace settles in
Only looking forward
Not thinking of where I've been
A new outlook on life...
As I take it day by day
Finding myself again
A real smile to display
A beautiful night, star filled sky
That waited right outside
Called to me to come and feel again
And the beauty it would provide
I swear....what a night to behold
And one I'll always recall
Hopeless dreamer, hopeless romantic
Yes....but aren't we all?
poem by Terry Biscamp
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I Search the Light
I search the light
Please tell me someone
Where it can be found
The light that make me feel
In the heaven and can heel
My soul wounds that have pain
The light that enlighten me
With spiritual depth and peace
Of mind soul and inner feel
The light that reach the darken
World of ignorance and cruelties
To make the world a bunch of flowers
With untouched beauty and fragrance
I search the light
To enlighten the days of peace
I search the light the true light
Please tell me someone who can see
poem by Abdul Sattar
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Innocent Beauty Vavroovahana Patra
Innocent beauty lives below the mountain;
Enjoys the beauty of the fountain.
Magnifies the beauty of Nature;
With sweet conversation contents poet’s desire.
Innocent Beauty is a beautiful flower;
In the lap of Nature is a lovely creature.
Her innocence provides inspiration;
She is a cosy rosy Beauty in the lap of Creation.
A little sweet conversation delights the poet day and night;
He is inspired to depict verses with delight.
Derives peace and pleasure;
Derives peace from the lap of Nature.
Beauty passes on the path delightfully;
Poet depicts poems gaily.
Enchants enjoying the Beauty;
She is a Brook of Gaiety.
Vernal Sun beam provides gay;
Beauteous looks the vernal day.
People enchant delightfully;
Poet surrenders on Mother’s feet gaily.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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There Are Days No Poem Can Be Written
THERE ARE DAYS NO POEM CAN BE WRITTEN
There are days no poem can be written
Grief and worry frighten the poem away
Yet the poem lives hidden
For our darkest moments our loneliest fears
Too need their poetry.
Poetry is a way of saying all we need to say
It is our deepest feeling most deeply expressed
It is all we are
The whole of our being
In words.
When a poet dies
Words die
When I will die
All I am will no longer be able to write
One more poem.
How afraid I am in the night
And how dark in the early morning before I rise
But now that I am here
Writing this
A bit of hope begins in me
And I can dream that
When I walk out the door
a few minutes from now
A new day will begin.
How many days I have left
How many poems to write
I do not know.
It is not light yet
And the darkness is still here
But I will feel the morning again
This morning
Thank G-d
You have given me so many poems.
A few small words
help me believe
I truly am alive.
.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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How Was I To Know
(blair daly/will rambeaux)
Well I hoped and I prayed, I loved you from afar
I cried, and I dreamed, wished on every star
But nothin Id do got me closer to you
So I locked all my feelings inside
Then one night across a crowded room
You looked my way, your eyes held something new
You walked right up to me and smiled tenderly
And your words came as such a surprise
Well how was I to know
You never let it show
What a beauty like you might see
In a poor boy like me
How could I have seen
You walk out of my dreams
Shine your light on my sleepin heart
And into my soul
How was I to know
You took my hand and led me out the door
We talked and we laughed
bout all the times before
When two lonely people so much in love
Passed like ships in the night
Well how was I to know
You never let it show
What a beauty like you might see
In a poor boy like me
How could I have seen
You walk out of my dreams
Shine your light on my sleepin heart
And into my soul
How was I to know
How could I have seen
You walk out of my dreams
Shine your light on my sleepin heart
And into my soul
How was i
How was I to know
Oooh
Oooh
Ooooooooh oh oh
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Silence Vavroovahana Patra
Silence provides peace;
Poet desires Divine Bliss.
In deep silence prays mother;
Surrenders in the lap of Nature.
Mother attracts, adorned with flowers;
In the lap of Nature provides pleasure.
Blesses poet affectionatinely;
Derives peace divinely.
Profound silence takes mind to Divinity;
At night through silence mind enchants with gaiety.
Poet beholds mother reverentially;
Mind remains in the world of peace delightfully.
Mother Vinapanee blesses poet with affection;
He enjoys the beauty of creation.
Her blessings tranquilises mind daily;
Singing her songs mind derives peace gaily.
The shrine in the dense forest allures the poet;
Mind enchants with delight.
The serene shrine is a Brook of Delight;
Poet drinks the nectar from the Brook of Gaiety.
Silence of the shrine provides profound peace;
Poet surrender on the rosy cosy feet for Divine Bliss.
Hymns breaks the silence of environment;
Poet chants hymns with merriment.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Beauty is
The beauty beheld is alive.
Beauty hiding is of the soul.
Beauty freed is love.
Beauty seen is beauty in control.
Beauty is the passion of the heart.
Beauty causes order divine.
Beauty is seen in all the great.
Beauty is the lure of nature's design.
poem by Josh Alfred
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