Old Age
Fading eyesight frozen memories
Failed hearing shaken joints
Wrath of nature curse on old age
poem by Somanathan Iyer
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I Want To Be Old
I want to be old
And creek by the fire
I want to smell of rotting wood
It's all i desire
I want my joints to seize up
I want my legs to ache
I want my eyesight to fail
I want my skin to flake
To be old
I want to be old
I want false teeth
And not be able to chew
I want to be senile
A centigenarian fool
I want lots of wrinkles
Want my hearing to go
I want to be ignored
And i want to be slow
To be old
I want to be old
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Spring Season
Look at this world
As it smiles like a baby,
Reaching for treasures
That nature revives.
This is the time
that brings joy beyond measure,
Sweet as the memories
that fashion our lives.
Listen for sounds
that were frozen in winter,
Whispering soft
As a kiss on your hair.
Nature's reborn
And her warmth brings such pleasure,
sweet as the memories
That we used to share.
Feel the new sun
And the breeze he created.
Feel the wet earth
As it swallows the snow.
Pause to decipher
A message unstated,
Sweet as the memories
Of days long ago.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Nature's heartburn flares
Snow's attempt to heal has failed
Puked wrath soiling land
haiku by Indira Renganathan
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Girlfriend
You're really gone, girlfriend
The dryers on, I'm in
And I'm alone for the first time
(I walk away now [x2])
You left a sock good friend
Where's the pair broken
Are you aware that I'm missing you
(I walk away now [x2])
but I cant run to you no more
to catch me when I'm fallin
I know I have to let you go
But I will not be broken
No I will not be broken
But keep the slow fading memories
This place is strange, empty
You did your time, turned twenty
And walls are bare where your pictures hung
But I cant call you on no more
And no we cant just be friends
but now its time to let you go
but I will not be broken
no I will not be broken
and keep the slowly fading
memories memories
I keeping theses memories
I can't run to you no more
to catch me when I'm fallin
I know I have to let you go
But I will not be broken
For ever tear a lesson learned
Every good time golden
But now its time to let you go
And I will not be broken
And I will not be broken
No I will not be broken
And keep the slowly fading memories
song performed by by Eve 6
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tortured Nature
Nature must be love
It is made by god above
Nature is in place
Nature is always with grace
The nature is green
It is colorful when seen
Nature is serene
It is peaceful ever seen
But people is bad
They make mother nature mad
When nature gets mad
It feels like the wrath of god
Disaster of nature
Is enough of your torture
Nature is flower
It gives love like a lover
poem by Ronald Jay Fiesta
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Jeane
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
song performed by by Smiths
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Games of cruelty
The question was crying in the corner
In spasm fingers casting
Delivery pains of questions
In a trembling body revealing
Tremors of a curse and grief
In fearful eyesight hiding
The loss of peace and hope
In shivering breasts beating
The loss of love and mourning
On frozen shoulders carrying
The landing of rainy wet wings
In an outstretched whisper begging
‘Please, let go of my hand'
The answer was laughing out loud
‘I am just yes or no
But who asked you anything? '
2010.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Wrath Did End
i was angry with my friend
now i told my wrath,
the wrath did end,
i wandered in fears,
whole day with my tears,
but i cant be apart,
so i told my wrath,
the wrath did end.
my soul told me
how can you hurt,
whom you placed
in your heart,
so i told my wrath,
and wrath did end.
i am back my dear,
and never ever do so.
u also please dont,
treat me as a foe,
and tell your wrath,
and wrath will end
poem by Anubhav gupta
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Eh? !
Going deaf
is such a curse.
Yet my listening's better -
'cos my hearing is worse.
Will it improve
my writing verse
if my listening's better
though my hearing is worse?
But, on the bright side - I'm
truth's creditor, not debtor:
my hearing's worse
but my listening is better...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Sorrows of the Blind
Pity the sorrows of the poor blind,
For they can but little comfort find;
As they walk along the street,
They know not where to put their feet.
They are deprived of that earthly joy
Of seeing either man, woman, or boy;
Sad and lonely through the world they go,
Not knowing a friend from a foe:
Nor the difference betwixt day and night,
For the want of their eyesight;
The blind mother cannot see her darling boy,
That was once her soul's joy.
By day and night,
Since she lost her precious sight;
To her the world seems dark and drear,
And she can find no comfort here.
She once found pleasure in reading books,
But now pale and careworn are her looks.
Since she has lost her eyesight,
Everything seems wrong and nothing right.
The face of nature, with all its beauties and livery green,
Appears to the blind just like a dream.
All things beautiful have vanished from their sight,
Which were once their heart's delight.
The blind father cannot see his beautiful child, nor wife,
That was once the joy of his life;
That he was wont to see at morn and night,
When he had his eyesight.
All comfort has vanished from him now,
And a dejected look hangs on his brow.
Kind Christians all, both great and small,
Pity the sorrows of the blind,
They can but little comfort find;
Therefore we ought to be content with our lot,
And for the eyesight we have got,
And pray to God both day and night
To preserve our eyesight;
To be always willing to help the blind in their distress,
And the Lord will surely bless
And guard us by night and day,
And remember us at the judgment day.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Cobswan
Cobswan queried
And I failed to coax
My coat of mail
Failed safe me.
Unaware coast guard
Slept at night
And I sailed
Hearing cock-and-bull story
And get ready my coffin.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Your Mercy
I saw myself lonely, abandoned, foresaken
My scars ripped wide open, my self-belief shaken
I asked for a dollar, they gave me a token
I called for my justice, the scales were all broken
The winter is coming, the dreams near to dying
That I've tried to protect without weapons or lying
I banked on exception but I was not chosen
My rivers of longing were too fast or frozen
And now I meet creatures whose clothes have been taken
Their dignity stolen, their neighbours betrayed them
I must lay down with them, although they will curse me
For only with them may I beg for your mercy.
poem by Frank Bana
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A Greed For All Golden Eggs!
Furious attacks by Nature as earthquakes and storms,
Heart breaking scenes, are horrible imprints in mind!
Why is Nature so harsh to mankind remaining calm long?
Many poets have appreciated its beauty, grandeur, mercy
Almost to the level of Supreme Creator of all everywhere!
But Nature shows its other face though Moon hides ever!
Materialist man has taken for granted Nature's love for all
Just us we all breathing air forget ourselves of its existence!
Perhaps that's the case Nature shows its wrath of its presence!
Nay, man's blunder in exploiting natural resources beyond limit
Without any sense of recycling them at all and selling farms
For urbanisation of villages Nature shows its wrath so harsh!
Instead of thanking Nature's generous gesture man destroys
All like the greedy man who killed goose to take all golden eggs!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The sweet stays.
The fading memories still fill the heart
Like the wind’s footfalls on the lonely
desert.
Sweet memories are the persistent calyx
That wraps up the sap of the fallen fruit.
Sweet memories are the Arabian attar
That overspread the decaying pulp.
A man dies rather with sweet memories.
06.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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Hidden Depth
I had nothing to hide
The discontentment was becoming wide
It had hidden depth
I failed to go with its length
It was like sea calm water
Nothing seemed apparent or amounted to alter
There was something like hidden treasure
All illusory things lying under without any measure
Life has become as such for want of happiness
That can’t be really visible or reflected on face
It may grow not out of fear or anger
It is like volcano rising with hunger
The natural disasters are meant to convey divine signals
It is indication of wrath and certainly to pounce upon arrival
What are we braced up to face and challenge?
Unless we are prepared to adopt some changes
It has shaken very foundation of faith
People are driven away and pushed to death
Robbery, loots and murders are daily scenes
Such a rage or anger is never faced or seen
We are harboring ill will and hatred
Where is it going us to lead?
Will it rush us to gallows?
Do we want it to allow?
Let us not wait for any religious preaching
Same books may offer universal teachings
Pick any page from it and it may offer only world
Love thy children with compassion and do not turn cold
It is yet not late
Do not curse anybody or hate
We may turn wild anytime
But can turn compassionate sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nature the Guardian of Earth's Beauty
Nature Nature Nature
The thing that has made every creature.
It’s in the sun in the sky
And not to forget the birds that fly.
Nature is the guardian of Earth’s beauty
& protecting it is our duty.
Nature is the eternal power in the universe
But pollution today is a human curse.
Without nature Earth would be Black & White
How many of us would love such a sight ?
We must get everything going right
It’s a matter that should not be taken light.
poem by Prateek Gupta
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He Writes His Name In Bold Letters
when he writes his name in bold letters
others
mistook it for a call of attention
as though
he lacks what was not given him
during his youth
it is not the hunger for fame
it is simply that
his eyes have failed him due to so much
devotion to reading
when the lights are fading
when his eyes are failing
he wants still to see his name so he may have a trace
of him
everyday fading like the sunsets in his poems
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Went Away
Ross vanelli & philip bailey
How can you explain that we're apart
When all we've known is being together
Time had made our love a work of art
So sure we were, that nothing could change us
The dreams we thought tomorrow would bring us,
Were fading away
Oh you reassured hope and i believed
That never would our promise be broken
And now i question what is yet to be
When all is left of me is a token
Of dreams we use to build upon each day
But you wouldn't stay
You don't know the very best part of me
You don't know cause you went away
I can't believe you want no part of me
(ever) since you went away, there's
Nothing quite
The same in my life
I may be shaken by the night
But i know the truth will never mislead me
I have the love, i have my life
And even with your memories beside me
I know the strength inside me
Will guide me all of the way
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Assurances
I need no assurances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and
face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant
of, calm and actual faces,
I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in
any iota of the world,
I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless,
in vain I try to think how limitless,
I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their
swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day
be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they,
I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years,
I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have
their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another eyesight, and
the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice,
I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are
provided for, and that the deaths of young women and the
deaths of little children are provided for,
(Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport
of all Life, is not well provided for?)
I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of
them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has
gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,
I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any
time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space, but I
believe Heavenly Death provides for all.
poem by Walt Whitman
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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