The Silence Of Trees
the thick-foliaged trees remain
in heavy silence as if in mourning-
do they? no, i am wrong;
beneath their stillness of a statue
there surges the throbbing of their hearts-
a speechless language
soaked in intense emotions-
to share with us all dear thoughts.
look deep into their souls
with all the passions of a learning heart
and catch the wave on wave of vibrations
that lap on your banks;
partake in the joys and sorrows
of a world trapped at a spot from birth to death.
o they have endless stories
for the visiting winds that throw their arms
in friendly warmth on every branch.
are you a poet with the heart of a child?
the trees open their hearts to shower your soul!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Y.... Wave of Peace
Peace
I dream
of a wave of peace
A giant wave
Reaching beyond the fences
Moving deep inside
A wonderful wave
Drenching all the minds
Pentrating deep in hearts
Changing souls forever
A tsunami
Devastating all walls of greed
Destructive to violent thoughts
Ripping apart perversion
Erasing arrogance
A wave of peace, streaming
envelopping the world
Softening hearts
Wisening leaders
Just peace
Dare to dream with me
Let us all pray together
Let's dream and believe
In a wave of peace
An awesome wave of peace
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Discover ‘SILENCE ‘
I discovered a stunning stillness,
‘SILENCE’ a musical wave,
My thoughts dint appear beautiful than this time,
I felt, I regained my inner dead Emotions,
And now ponder more on …Silence’s Beauty...
Silence is a mystery,
And a magical union,
Silence is of soul and heart,
And mind’s internal peace,
Silence unite love with all creations,
And form attachment with all disclosed hearts.
Silence belongs to everyone,
It is beyond word ‘SILENCE’….
It inculcates an extreme essence to fasten together,
And embody a true peace and love within and around.
Silence is present every moment...
And it alerts you to open yourself towards life.
Silence is present every moment...
Within the stillness of nights and peace of early mornings
Silence is present every moment…
To intimate its appearance in all worldly needs.
poem by Richa Dhodi
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My Heart... So Blue
Ive got her picture
Its there on the wall
I cant remember why
I keep it at all
The doors are cold and
All the windows seem grey
I write the book
Theres so much more I should say
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
And now its over
I write it all down
No one to notice
One less face in the crowd
Our eyes are open
When it suits us to say
Dear God in heaven
Show no mercy to me
Wave (wave) goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave (wave) goodbye
Lost for you
I shed no tears
And theres no reason for shame
A small consolation
Hides a stone with her name
Just a victim
Still the light shines all bright
Ive got her picture
Think Ill hold it tonight
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave (wave) goodbye
See my heart...so blue
Wave (wave) goodbye
Lost for you
song performed by by Erasure
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I want to make you cry!
I like You to remember me for ever
A man is here with out name and fame
But has a pure heart, no one can blame
He does not have nice face or good figure
Only With love and care he is very near and dear
That man is me and I want to do those works
Your heart must melt with those of my soft words
My smile always gives you happiness and pleasure
In your heart it will remain for ever as a treasure
I want to live along with you low and high
With pleasure and sorrow in the sky we together fly
So intense is my love and so soft my touch
Affection passionate intimate so much
My hugs are so warm, hearts and hearts rub so tight
I remain so close to share the moments heavy and light
You must ask me all these things, I do why
It is for nothing but when I shall say final good bye
I promise, at that time out of love I want to make you cry!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Poem (‘In The Stump of The Old Tree...’)
In the stump of the old tree, where the heart has rotted out, there is a hole the length of a man’s arm, and a dank pool at the bottom of it where the rain gathers, and the old leaves turn into lacy skeletons. But do not put your hand down to see, because
in the stumps of old trees, where the hearts have rotted out, there are holes the length of a man’s arm, and dank pools at the bottom where the rain gathers and old leaves turn to lace, and the beak of a dead bird gapes like a trap. But do not put your hand down to see, because
in the stumps of old trees with rotten hearts, where the rain gathers and the laced leaves and the dead bird like a trap, there are holes the length of a man’s arm, and in every crevice of the rotten wood grow weasel’s eyes like molluscs, their lids open and shut with the tide. But do not put your hand down to see, because
in the stumps of old trees where the rain gathers and the trapped leaves and the beak and the laced weasel’s eyes, there are holes the length of a man’s arm, and at the bottom a sodden bible written in the language of rooks. But do not put your hand down to see, because
in the stumps of old trees where the hearts have rotted out there are holes the length of a man’s arm where the weasels are trapped and the letters of the rook language are laced on the sodden leaves, and at the bottom there is a man’s arm. But do not put your hand down to see, because
in the stumps of old trees where the hearts have rotted out there are deep holes and dank pools where the rain gathers, and if you ever put your hand down to see, you can wipe it in the sharp grass till it bleeds, but you’ll never want to eat with it again.
Contemporary Poetry and Prose, 7 (Nov. 1936), 129.
poem by Hugh Sykes Davies
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A Hand
First Love's Touch,
mutual gathering was only through them,
our Hands.
We poets celebrate
Hearts and Souls;
Love too wields magic,
but neglect too often
those stalwart two-
the human hands-
we're birth'd with.
Entwined most
in our Corporeal Destinies
yet hands occupy
in the Pantheon of Graces
a position lower than should be.
Consider birth's first
is a touching hand.
First our eyes open
then
we are lifted by them.
Is not reaching for love
first with these twins?
Was not my First Love
first touched by them?
Did we not, we two, hold hands
along the heart-way walkways?
Did not these two first wave
sweet hellos and partings?
What poet's mind could word
without them?
Alas, too, it was these two
which fluttered dismissively
signaling
First Love was leaving.
At death's bed
the last we reach
for nurse, loved ones
or darlings,
with be with these two hands,
when from this world departing.
Is not electricity
generated by them
in the touching of our bodies?
Are not hands reaching on the Grecian Urn
expressing love's startings,
it's yawlings and yearnings?
I will die
as we all will-
its hands that will pray for me.
Coffin bound
I will lay,
my two hands crossing.
I am touched by loving hands
from birth
to Death's Regarding.
All my life these two ambassadors
convey
sweet touches
to me and from me
to others.
The tear of child
is reached by these
and Child Worlds mended.
Lover, I
have only these
to express what
what my Heart says
Love Is.
In the end
cry for them too:
Fluttering Twins,
unsung,
ungraced,
each hand-
perforce
will reach out
one to each-
one floating flower to another.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Can I Be With You, O' Love?
dear love, o' love, love
can i be with you, o' love?
can i stay with you, o' dear love?
o' love, love, love
you are the perfect key to every heart
((o' love!))
you are the string to every heart
((dear love!))
you are the peace to my heart
((love, o' love!))
your mood is so emotional
but your love is so natural
you are the wood to my art
to carry me by the walls of my heart
can i be with you?
o' love,
wont you leave and gone?
dear love,
can i talk with you?
pure love,
can i walk with you?
soul love,
you are the need to my wish,
(that is love)
you are the feed to my dish,
(such is love)
you are the strength to the weak,
(o' love)
you are the length to the thick,
(endless love)
can i be with you?
o' love
wondering not but,
is my heart there?
or has it faded?
is it beating?
or has it deflated?
o' how i wish love you were
so close to mine and there
to stone me a love with care
yes, i stare
with eyes of love and share
love with her that dare
to share,
i ask with no one...
can i fall in love
with you, o' dear love?
wont you escape my heart?
wont you run away from love?
wont you fade away from love?
come stay with me, o' dear love
come lay with me, not tear love
some blame with you, but care love
come wave with me, share love
you are the perfect key to every heart
((o' love!))
you are the string to every heart
((dear love!))
you are the peace to my heart
((love, o' love!))
come be with me
((o' dear love))
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poem: can i be with you?
book: the melody of my heart
book no.14 of 2012
december 2012
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Catch A Wave
Catch a wave and youre sitting on top of the world
Dont be afraid to try the greatest sport around
Everybody tries it once
Those who dont just have to put it down
You paddle out turn around and raise
And baby thats all there is to the coastline craze
You gotta catch a wave and youre sittin on top of the world
Not just a fad cause its been going on so long
All the surfers going strong
They said it wouldnt last too long
Theyll eat their words with a fork and spoon
And watch em theyll hit the road and all be surfin soon
And when they catch a wave theyll be sittin on top of the world
Catch a wave and your sittin on top of the world
So take a lesson from a top-notch surfer boy
Every saturday boy
But dont treat it like a toy
Just get away from the shady turf
And baby go catch some rays on the sunny surf
And when you catch a wave youll be sittin on top of the world
Catch a wave and youll be sittin on top of the world
Catch a wave and youll be sittin on top of the world
Catch a wave and youll be sittin on top of the world
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Keep Swimming
Dear heart, little fish -
keep swimming.
Swim with each wave so carefully crafted.
Your whole world a blue and a shining.
Catch each shimmer meant for you.
Catch and be caught dear heart.
Swim with your soul and be true.
poem by Meli Secret
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Lost Hearts Strong Hearts
how many lost hearts are in this world?
grown men and women
young boys and girls.
different hearts for different loves
all seeking the answers from above.
the lost heart when somebody
departs from this earth.
a lost heart when a woman gives birth.
the lost heart of a dream shattered
which was 'all in your life that mattered'.
the lost heart of a man for a woman
and a woman for the man
when they decide to take a stand.
but! the lost heart does not need a hand.
the human heart is the only
thing in this life, that has outlived
everything in this world.
it was placed gently in our chests
for this was where it suited it best.
it has learned all the emotions
pain, passion, heartbreak, sorrows, joy
and all that came its way
and in this world will forever stay.
poem by Louis Rams
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Song of the Trees
1
WE are the Trees.
Our dark and leafy glade
Bands the bright earth with softer mysteries.
Beneath us changed and tamed the seasons run:
In burning zones, we build against the sun
Long centuries of shade.
2
We are the Trees,
Who grow for man’s desire,
Heat in our faithful hearts, and fruits that please.
Dwelling beneath our tents, he lightly gains
The few sufficiencies his life attains—
Shelter, and food, and fire.
3
We are the Trees
That by great waters stand,
By rills that murmur to our murmuring bees.
And where, in tracts all desolate and waste,
The palm-foot stays, man follows on, to taste
Springs in the desert sand.
4
We are the Trees
Who travel where he goes
Over the vast, inhuman, wandering seas.
His tutors we, in that adventure brave—
He launched with us upon the untried wave,
And now its mastery knows.
5
We are the Trees
Who bear him company
In life and death. His happy sylvan ease
He wins through us; through us, his cities spread
That like a forest guard his unfenced head
’Gainst storm and bitter sky.
6
We are the Trees.
On us the dying rest
Their strange, sad eyes, in farewell messages.
And we, his comrades still, since earth began,
Wave mournful boughs above the grave of man,
And coffin his cold breast.
poem by Mary Colborne-Veel
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The Scotch Ballad
Ah, EVAN, by thy winding stream
How once I lov'd to stray,
And view the morning's redd'ning beam,
Or charm of closing day!
To yon dear grot by EVAN'S side,
How oft my steps were led;
Where far beneath the waters glide,
And thick the woods are spread!
But I no more a charm can see
In EVAN'S lovely glades;
And drear and desolate to me
Are those enchanting shades.
While far--how far from EVAN'S bowers,
My wand'ring lover flies;
Where dark the angry tempest lowers,
And high the billows rise!
And O, where'er the wand'rer goes,
Is that poor mourner dear,
Who gives, while soft the EVAN flows,
Each passing wave a tear?
And does he now that grotto view?
On those steep banks still gaze?
In fancy does he still pursue
The EVAN'S lovely maze?
O come! repass the stormy wave,
O toil for gold no more!
Our love a dearer pleasure gave
On EVAN'S peaceful shore.
Leave not my breaking heart to mourn
The joys so long denied;
Ah, soon to those green banks return,
Where EVAN meets the CLYDE.
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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You are the poet
Poet is a journalist
Watches the feelings
Watches the emotions
Watches the world
Watches the light and
Watches the dark
He thinks everywhere
Others can’t imagine
-o-
Chasing the thoughts
Searching the words
Forming the sentences
To give the expression
To put the life in it
-o-
Poet is like a cook
Collecting good ingredients
Cooking the feelings to
Present in better way
-o-
Poet is like a soldier
Fighting in the war and
Fighting with the self
Feeling the pain and
Bleeding the emotions
Making room for self
To express the story
To save the people
-o-
Poet is like mother
Cooking the soft food
Feeding smoothly
Treating the readers like his own kids
Reader’s happiness is poet’s happiness
If you can’t praise, no problem
But don’t forget to acknowledge
-o-
Poet is the center of universe
Editors, Music directors,
Composers, singers, musicians,
Media everybody is rotating around
-o-
Poet writes to quench intellectuals
Poet writes to entertain good listeners
Poet writes to move hearts
Poet writes for a cause
Poet write for entertainment
Poets write to express themselves
Poets write to share their feelings
-o-
When time is running
Poem is the history
In present it reflects the story
Poem gives the hope in future
-o-
Poet is the planter
Plants seeds into your hearts
Make sure that it sprouts
Brings the thoughts into actions
-o-
Poet is the director behind your actions
Poet is the motivator behind your feelings
Poet is the coach who puts you on track
Poet is person whom your heart likes
-o-
Poet is the soldier when he uses poem as bullet
Poet is the coach when his poem moves your heart
Poet is the love, when he gives poem as flower
Poet is the parent, when he consoles you in your troubles
Poet is the healer who heals souls
Poet enters different roles
To justify the poem and to justify the people
-o-
Poem is the form of literature
We can find in holy books
Poem is the feelings
Poem touches the hearts
-o-
Sun can be seen in day
Moon can be seen in night
But poem is there day and night
Poem is powerful than nature
Poem don’t have life and death
Just it flows from heart to heart
Poet is the instrument
In the hands of the poem
-o-
If you drink a cup of alcohol
It may stay there just for hours
If you read a good poem
Nobody knows how long it gives the kick
-o-
When you have time, read a good poem
When you have time, write some poetry
When you have time, share a poem
-o-
You will be the poet, when you read a poem
You will be the poet, when you put on paper
You can be the poet to change your self
You can be the poet to change the world
You must be a poet, to enjoy this life
Waiting for you, to listen to your poem
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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There Was Stillness
There was stillness in your gaze.
You wanted to tell something...
About the hill, the pine trees
Or the waterfalls prancing towards
The endless depth of deep ditch...
I was wrong, might be..
You were not thinking anything;
Your void look threw no semantics
Of your untold mind.
The wind along the leaves
Of the grove murmured!
Was that the sound of
Your wailing heart?
My ladylove, the sad music
I heard, I know why was
No wave on your eyelashes!
You were weeping then
I also saw your first love
Among the tourists of
Shillong Peak! I let you
Shed your tear to
Turn you as the cloudless
Crystal sky, a lively fountain,
Or the blue hill after rain!
I felt the bleeding within,
Which still flows in
My bruised veins!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Decreed
Into all lives some rain must fall,
Into all eyes some tear-drops start,
Whether they fall as gentle shower,
Or fall like fire from an aching heart.
Into all hearts some sorrow must creep,
Into all souls some doubtings come,
Lashing the waves of life's great deep
From dimpling waters to seething foam.
Over all paths some clouds must lower,
Under all feet some sharp thorns spring,
Tearing the flesh to bitter wounds,
Or entering the heart with their bitter sting.
Upon all brows rough winds must blow,
Over all shoulders a cross be lain,
Bowing the form in its lofty height
Down to the dust in bitter pain.
Into all hands some duty's thrust;
Unto all arms some burden's given,
Crushing the heart with its weary weight,
Or lifting the soul from earth to heaven.
Into all hearts and homes and lives
God's dear sunlight comes streaming down,
Gilding the ruins of life's great plain--
Weaving for all a golden crown.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Heat Wave
Heat wave
Heat wave
Whenever Im with you
Something inside
Starts to burn deep
And my hearts filled with fire
Could be that Im very sentimental
Or is this just the way loves supposed to be?
Chorus:
I got a heat wave
Burning in my heart
I cant keep from crying
Tearing me apart
Sometimes she calls my name
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I cant explain
I feel, yeah I feel
I feel this burning flame
This high blood pressures got a hold on me
cause this is the way loves supposed to be
(chorus)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Just give me another chance
This could be a new romance
Heat wave
Heat wave
Heat wave
Heat wave
song performed by by Who
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Getting Away From A Responsibility
a child open his arms in Asilo
asking if i can be his father,
without answering him in words
my arms hug him in return
i lift him from the ground and
feel his heart beating unto mine
there is a connection between
two hearts in that thick line of emptiness
between two kinds of loneliness
a child understands it well i think
i didn't
in my age where my hair refuses to
be white
or gray
i am given more options like an ocean
where i am but a very small ship
the child has none
he can only be a bird without wings
drowning at sea
he sleeps and i give him back to the
penguin
oh, i have more places in my heart
less any child
i am a man with so many homes
wanting to be a vagabond again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sink Your Sorrows
Look into a mirror
For there are your sorrows.
Align another one
And yes your Sorrows are compounded-
But it is artificial
As the pulse of your heart on your breath.
Sink your Sorrows through that mirror of the sea's surface,
Aligning in wave after wave
Of the moon's captivity,
And let the tides become your heart,
And the seabreeze your breath.
Sink your sorrows into the sea.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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The Winds of September
The winds of September
Kept you from your dying ember
And your eyes became open
Clearly you can see now
And await the world its freedom
As it goes around the sun
You know I love you
I hold you in my arms
The cold winds of November
As the season shifts to winter
You cling on for warmth
The liars of the forests
And the myths of tomorrow
Will be gone, long gone
You know I love you
I hold you in my arms
You know for you I would
Do everything I could
To keep you here
You know I love you
I hold you in my arms
And if I could
Give you the world, I would
My dear, I would
You know I love you
I hold you in my arms
So if you wonder if you should go
Just remember and you'll know
That even though some times were rough
I gave you all of my love
I gave you all of my love
You know I love you
I won't let you go
You know I love you
I won't let you go
The cries of us were heard by God
He asked us what, if anything, was wrong
I couldn't answer
I couldn't speak
My love has me speechless
You know I love you
I won't let you go
You know I love you
I won't let you go
And even though these times are rough
Just always know you have my love
To have with you throughout your life
But I cannot pick what you decide
Do you love me?
Please don't let me go
Just know I love you
I can't let you go
poem by Pete Rivera
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Winter Fancies
I
Winter without
And warmth within;
The winds may shout
And the storm begin;
The snows may pack
At the window pane,
And the skies grow black,
And the sun remain
Hidden away
The livelong day--
But here--in here is the warmth of May!
II
Swoop your spitefullest
Up the flue,
Wild Winds--do!
What in the world do I care for you?
O delightfullest
Weather of all,
Howl and squall,
And shake the trees till the last leaves fall!
III
The joy one feels,
In an easy chair,
Cocking his heels
In the dancing air
That wreathes the rim of a roaring stove
Whose heat loves better than hearts can love,
Will not permit
The coldest day
To drive away
The fire in his blood, and the bliss of it!
IV
Then blow, Winds, blow!
And rave and shriek,
And snarl and snow
Till your breath grows weak--
While here in my room
I'm as snugly shut
As a glad little worm
In the heart of a nut!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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