Very few Words
Thinkin bout puttin down
a few words,
meant for no one certain to be heard.
Thoughts on paper
made from dead trees,
little pieces of pulp, holding deep bits of me.
Wonder what's the use
what's the need,
a few voices expressed and temporarily freed.
A soul let go
a heart crying,
the blood of a spirit still trying.
Perhaps that's all we are
poets screaming,
in a search for a deeper meaning.
These words
very few,
just a brief shot at a human view.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The sentence of love...
Many thoughts live inside my head,
Yet quite often they go unsaid.
So many thoughts that were not spoken,
Were they merely just a token? ...
Were the thoughts that meant the most,
The ones I never got round to post?
Have I missed the chance to save us all?
I think the chances must be small...
For if those thoughts meant so much,
We should find a way to stay in touch.
Thought understands feelings in a way,
That mere words could never convey...
And just because these words go unsaid,
Does not mean to life that they are dead.
For special words have meaning so true,
The words I'm thinking of are 'I love you...'
So although the words I don't often say,
May not be heard each and every day.
When the sentence of love my head does start,
You shall live forever in my heart...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Through The Fire...
Ever thought of a sentence
that you immediately just shot directly at the book
The pen is the sword
Piercing the paper
Through the fire
Against the human soul
Digging deep and penetrating
Your soul
My soul
Circulating words
taking over the position
of my hot blood
As the pen keeps writing
It is an Addiction
When you stick, stab, and pierce the body
at each stroke
The human addiction of writing
The souls..
Feelings and Inner thoughts
Thoughts that can kill the human flesh
through the flames of fire
Would you decide to get through the fire or continue my story?
poem by Sophanie Occean
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Who Were You Thinkin bout?
Who were you thinkin bout
Who were you thinkin about
Who were you thinkin bout
Were you thinkin bout me, baby
The first time she touched you hand ?
Were you thinkin bout me, baby
Did you forget you were my man
Were you thinking of me when you removed your ring ?
Or did you just think I would not think anything ?
Who were you thinkin about? who were you thinkin about?
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Were you thinkin bout me, baby ?
Each time you kissed her lips ?
Were you thinkin bout me, baby ?
When your hands were on her hips?
Were you thinkin bout me did she do it like I do ?
Did you ever think of anyone but you now ?
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Were you thinking I would understand ?
And that I was a fool, and that I would never suspect
You were doing wrong ?
And tell me did you feel bad ? did it feel good ?
Did it feel like you thought it would ?
And I would never know ?
What you were thinking ?
Sure werent thinkin bout me
You were thinkin bout her, baby
You were thinkin bout you, baby
You werent thinkin bout me
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Who were you thinkin bout? who were you thinkin about?
Sure werent thinkin bout me
Sure werent thinkin bout me
Who were you thinkin bout?
Sure werent thinkin bout me
Yeah, sure werent thinkin bout me
Im sure not thinkin bout you
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Thinkin' Bout My Ex
When I first met you
I swear that I was straight with you
I wasn't looking for nobody new
I just needed someone to talk to
You said you were cool and understood
But now you caught feelings like I knew you would
And you sitting there with a broken heart
Cause I gave you my body and not my heart
Chorus
When I'm holding you late at night
I'm thinkin' bout my ex
When I'm kissing you and look at you
I'm thinkin' bout my ex
And I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you
And I know sorry doesn't mend your broken heart
Verse 2
Baby I have to be
Unselfish and true to me
Cause I'm not where I really want to be
And It's nothing with you
It's all me
I toss and turn all night when I sleep
Wanting and reaching for someone who use to be
Said it must be some kind of comfort thing
Cause I can't seem to let go and love again
Chorus 2
When I lay with you I close my eyes
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex
When I'm touching you gently
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex
And I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you
And I know sorry doesn't mend your broken heart
When I'm listing to music I'm thinking' 'bout my ex
In a bubble bath with the candles lit
I'm thinking 'bout my ex
And I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you
And I know sorry doesn't mend your broken heart
Bridge
You're beautiful
I don't wanna take the space from someone else
So let me go
And do a little soul searchin' for myself
I'm so sorry that
I pulled you in and let it get this far
You know I never meant to break your heart
Chorus 3
At the shopping mall or movies
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex
At the restaurant while I'm eating
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex
And I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you
And I know sorry doesn't mend your broken heart
While you talk to me I drift away
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex
When you ask me what I'm thinkin'
I'm thinkin' 'bout my ex
And I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you
And I know sorry doesn't mend your broken heart
Repeat till fade
You know it's not who you think it is
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Thinkin' 'Bout Us
Vs.1 Always wonderin', always thinkin'
'Bout how you're always on my mind.
When I'm walkin', when I'm readin',
I'll be thinkin' 'bout you all the time.
[Anything, everything that I do,
I'm always thinkin' 'bout me and you-]
(chorus)
Thinkin' 'bout love,
Thinkin' 'bout you,
Thinkin' 'bout me kickin' off
My high heel shoes.
Thinkin' 'bout us.-
Thinkin' 'bout cuddlin',
Thinkin' 'bout snugglin',
Thinkin' 'bout 'Don't think,
But just do.'
Thinkin' 'bout us.-
Thinkin' 'bout us.
Vs.2 A little bit of singin', little bit of writin',
And this song will all come to.
Doin' lots of work and doin' lots of stuff and
That which makes our dreams come true.
[Anything, everything that I do,
I'm always thinkin' 'bout me and you-]
(chorus)
(instrumental)
Bridge: Yeah, I know that I'm
So in love with you---
(chorus) x 2
Whooaahhh- thinkin' 'bout us!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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I Was Lonely Outside The World Of The Anthologized Poets
I WAS LONELY OUTSIDE THE WORLD OF THE ANTHOLOGIZED POETS
I was lonely outside the world of the anthologized poets-
I was lonely in not being good enough -
I was lonely in not being known -
I was lonely in having given a lifetime to never having been heard-
I was lonely in not being among the voices that will endure-
They were there on those heights
And all around them words of praise were being sung-
And I was lonely alone with my own little voice
Crying and crying and crying
Trying to write and afraid-
A lifetime had been given
And they were there on the glad height
And down in the low alone of my own lost words
Writing and writing forever my own lonely life away
I was as much alone as someone who would have been born in poetry and never was.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mama Take
On the road
But I wont be gone too long
Babe, Im leavin you tomorrow
On my way
And you know you make me strong
Ill be thinking bout you
All night long
(chorus)
Mama take just a little bit
Mama take just a little bit
Mama take just a little bit from my heart
Mama shake just a little bit
Mama brake just a little bit
Mama take just a little bit from my heart
All alone
And, Im feelin down today
Wont let nothin come between us
Say the words
And the words are meant to say
Ill be thinkin about you everyday
Mama take just a little bit
Mama take just a little bit
Mama take just a little bit from my heart, oh, oh
Mama shake just a little bit
Mama brake just a little bit
Mama take just a little bit from my heart
From my heart
I believe that we belong beyond a doubt
If we have a change of heart
We can always change our mind
And I know well work it out
I can see that its the only way to go
Its the only chance I get
Its the only way youll know
That I love to love you
Mighty love
Gettin hard to find today
I believe in you forever
Say thhe words
And the words are meant to say
Ill be thinkin about you everyday
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Chicago
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.
quote by Maya Angelou
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Heart Trade
Long time ago
A woman tried to trade her own heart: ..
..
My tears, would you please get dry? !
Is there somebody or something
To stop Me, stop my Cry?
Abyss! !
Release my body and my soul! Despair! !
My heart, is not your home:
Go! Disappear! Disintegrate! !
Get Homeless! Hungry! Die! ! !
.........................................
Aww.. Heart to become a killer? !
No,
Never
Can't! ..
Not even the despair and loneliness..
I know, they're bad..But they are personal
They're mine! ..
Hahahahaha...
No! I don't want anything (or nothing,) die? !
Do search for better word and choice:
What would it be? !
Transformation? ! Naah.. Evolution? ! Ttsst...Change? ! .~hard..
Sell..hmm..sounds bad
.Trade..yes! ! That's it! Trade it! !
I' ll trade my broken lonely crying heart
For anything to anyone..
Who wants it?
A broken lonely crying heart Once!
A broken lonely crying heart Twice! !
A broken...No Offered Price? !
The cheapest thing! A paper clip, a thread, Nothing! !
.. Lonely crying heart...
No one? !
Come on...Can't be that hard!
No problem..I Can be patient..
I'll wait..but please:
Stop time or help me stop my Cry..
....
And so, the poor woman
couldn't even do a trade..
And you know what?
She had to heal herself.
She did it smartly
By sharing little half torn
smiles..
And broken little pieces
of
her heart..
Bits, were put into baked cakes
shared in a small neighborhood
Others were put in flower's seeds
who knows where wind did spread them
But most, were put into warm words
and shared with an entire world..
Her heart developed..
Now days she found her dolphin smile
Again..
poem by Elena Sandu
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Thinkin Bout My Baby
I was walkin, down the street
I was lookin to someone who was standing there
And didnt seem to really care
I was lookin out the window
I was hopin, that the sun would show
Didnt know, didnt know
I was
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby, yeah...
I was searchin, for a summer day
I was hopin, for someone to say
Would you come out?
Instead I stood and I pout
I was wanting, just another chance
To make you, feel my fine romance
Didnt know, want to go
I was
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby,
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby, yeah...
Want my baby, lookin for him high and the love, yeah
Want my baby, hes the only way to fly I know, yeah
I was searchin for another day
I was hopin, just to see your smilin face, your smilin face
I was
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout him, thinkin about my baby, yeah, yeah...
Thinkin bout my baby, thinkin about my baby
Thinkin bout my baby, thinkin about my baby...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Poetry
To those of you who've never read poems
there is a vacancy in your homes.
For poets dream
and poets scream
words that should be said
and never left dead.
They speak of love in artful wonder
and even love that's torn asunder.
They tell the stories that affect the people.
Their hopes, their fears,
the ageing years
their laughing times,
their weeping tears.
Poetry has its own special flow.
If you've never read it you don't know
its magic with word
not silent but heard.
To evoke in the mind
something you find
with rhythm and cadences
allowing your senses
to come alive.
Alive.
Most poets are quiet except with their pen.
They become quite vociferous especially when
conveying to you what they deem to be true.
For poets are sensitive
to all they see.
They speak from the heart
and hope to be
inspirational, controversial
to awaken in you
a picture or image
for your mind to view.
Poems are music and praise for the soul
that hungers and thirsts
for you to become whole.
All of the poets who've come and gone
have left their thoughts and then moved on,
moved on to pursue loftier goals
accompanied by words to soothe their souls.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with the shades of deeper meaning.
quote by Bertha Flowers
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The Three a.m. Burst
I was woken in the early hours of this morning
by an overwhelming mental burst.
My mind bombarded me with random words
and compelled me to write poetic verse.
Words were branded upon my thoughts,
like initials on the hide of a steer.
But then strings of words in a jumbled mess
in different colours began to appear.
Like calculated numbers, words fell into place
adding their value to the score.
Another sentence brought another verse,
which begged for even more.
By breakfast time the burst was over,
the words had been laid to rest.
Several pieces of paper had been filled,
and my mind had been freed from stress.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Paper, Only for a Limited Time
Paper, blank and empty
A metaphor only meant for loneliness
White as new born snow
Lets add some words
To make a prophesized poem
Words, only meant for rhetorical use
Clouds that clear, only meant to hide the blue
The living, moving ocean that is our sky
Words, only meant for questioning
What are words but meaning
Clearing clouds, our living pulse bleeds through
Now this blank piece of paper
Has a shadow, and my shadow -combine
Lets make music together
Beautiful, wonderful, majestic music
Lets be music together-
And dance our hearts to something holy
Paper, blank and empty
But easily filled to create art
Art that can change the world
Turn it upside down, or nothing
Paper, blank and empty
But only for a limited time.
poem by Troy Clark
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The Minute I Met You
I would like to start off by saying,
I had everything to do with it.
You may think that I lie real well,
You can tell that I am holding it in.
Nevermind the time or the spinnin of your head,
I could tell my life was changing,
Since the minute i met you.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And wat a site that will be, yeah.
I will never tell you this,
But I am scared of falling apart.
It may seem like I am holding it together,
But the weather is making it hard.
Nevermind the time or the spinnin of your head,
I could tell my life was changing,
Since the minute i met you.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And wat a site that will be.
All my friends surrounding me.
Just cause you made it this far,
Doesn't mean you made it.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And if I stop (STOP!) ever thinking of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinking of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And what a site that will be (that will be),
And wat a site that will be, yeah.
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Lonely Internet Poet Seeks.....
Is there anyone listening?
(I thought I heard voices)
Is there anybody out there?
Or are there no words?
THERE ARE NO WORDS! !
No words,
The blood from stone,
Eyes turned upward sick with fear,
And dead stars wandering briefly in a lost universe.....
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Hopelessly Lost A (January)
Feel the tingling in your heart deep with in
the pulse of the Spirit with in your body
the beating pulse of blood rushing
the deep stare to which your eyes gaze
Feel the burning of the passion
the crying of your soul for everything
the righteousness burning at a fury
the deep words which cut my heart for you
Feel that feeling that is so sweet
the tenderness that is everlasting
the passion in my soul for you so deep
burning burning burning just for you
the love between me and you so strong
hopelessly lost forevermore which i do not ignore
poem by Branden Aeling
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Writing Frustrations I've Known
-It would seem, I've run out of words.
Nothing left to say.
I have lost my inner voice.
It's gone, completely astray.
Perhaps I should lay down pen and pad.
Never more write a rhyme.
On this poetry that I love
I shall spend no further time.
... not that I was ever truly a poet anyway
... it's just that, well, I did love it so;
... still, it feels the well is dry
... time to just let it go.
- So now, what of me shall be
Feeling empty in heart and head?
What purpose-without a word-shall be heard
With no way to express both hope and dread?
Where have the words gone
Must they ever stay away?
Who has taken my spirit's song
Why has the music of my soul nothing more to say?
... I try... seems of no use...
My mind torn asunder, literary abuse.
(this next part wrote a couple months later)
Listen, what do I hear?
Something is knocking at my gate!
A few months later now
But, not altogether too late.
A lonesome thought comes strolling in
From whence I cannot declare,
Just that it has arrived
With this simple message to share:
' What's a dime
To a lover of verse and rhyme,
And what's to fear
Of criticism drawing near?
For to write only for income
Would soon turn quite burdensome,
As surely as to not write for fear of ridicule
Would be to deny the voice within you.
The words may never turn a single head
But, don't dare believe they'll ever be dead!
God gives meaning to what he wants
Whether anyone else listens or not.
The way it is all spoke
By darling bards, or simple country folk,
Is well worth hearing
And so oft more than a bit endearing.
Don't worry about the rhyme
The perfect place or time,
Just give your soul in words as best you can
And those who should, will understand.
Those who don't
Just won't,
And that's o.k.
God speaks to them in other ways.
Trust his Spirit in all you do
Yes, this includes writing too,
Remember he promised he'd never leave you alone
Even in the simple words of your poems. '
-Pondering it over
I suppose this I've known all along,
Though thoughts may wander
True words are never gone.
Well, ya know what:
I believe I just might pick up paper and pen,
Good or bad, right or wrong...
Give it a go, once again!
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Let Us Talk About The Hunger
Let's talk about the children
Not the tigers trees or whales
Let's talk about the hunger.
Not the guns sins or jails
Let's talk about the innocent blood
Not god faith or prophets
Let's talk about the tears.
Maybe then we can stop it
Let's talk about the reason
Children sleep out in the cold
I'm tired of the greenhouse speech
It's getting a little old.
Let's talk about the meaning
Of why the world is blind
Sound asleep and dreaming
Everyone has words to cure.
Silent are the voices
When human blood is spilled
Before we save the whales and trees
Let's talk about truth
Children come before the trees
Let's discuss the root.
A noble act indeed
But if we spent it on the children
We would give meaning to the seed
Let's talk about the day
We set the children free
Show them they are loved
More than any animal or tree
poem by Dr.genny Anderson
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