Time Runs Out Escaping into Eternity
After walking through this world alone,
I’ll write my poems sitting at a piano
With votive candles lit, remembering everything,
The summer dresses on an avenue of trees,
The rhythmic sway of your feet through autumn leaves,
The sadness in your brown eyes that brought you to me.
Romantic melancholy is the only melody of my soul,
Longing unfulfilled the only chords I know by heart,
No dramatic crescendo just a silent fade, whisper-like,
Into the midnight air of a lonely night.
Impossible love has left me mesmerized,
The perfume on a sweater you wore
Lingers in a dream that never ceases,
I can’t let go of my images of you,
They will one day justify my existence
In words that make old men and lovers cry.
I hope you can perceive the enchanted poetry
That I found in the movements of your hands,
In your softest breath against a wineglass,
I know, no man is worthy of a woman
Until he has loved her above all others.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Unloved
You’re lovelier than a summer breeze
Wafting the perfume of flowers
In a sleepy valley,
One can only imagine how delicately pretty
The midnight starlight would be in your eyes.
I’m lonely in this current incarnation,
I live like a stranger during this visit on earth;
I know the purpose of this sojourn
Is the opportunity to fall in love
With a woman’s breath on an autumn night
And to gaze at her affectionately
Across a table of candlelight.
I’ll be dancing alone beneath a lamppost
And remembering the longing I feel
When I hear the melody of your voice;
I’m not disappointed for having seen you,
Just for not being more heroic
In placing a ring upon your finger
And assuring you, you will never
Depart this existence unloved.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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God at the Bus Stop
Walking at midnight
Fragile in the rain,
I watch the streetlamps sway
And the headlights gleam
Along the lonely avenue.
Feeling alone
As the gentle poems
Drift in and out
Of dark bars
And all-night
Party store parking lots,
I write my soul
On the page of the city.
Everything is salvation
Mingled with sadness;
I wait for God at the bus stop.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Incessant Thoughts of Her
Midnight city in the snow,
I wander with the lonely
Who have no place to go.
I reminisce the avenues
And Christmas streets
Where love was shining
Like starlight or the woman’s eyes
That I followed through a dream.
Incessant thoughts of her
And the poetry of tenderness
Have marked me like a tattoo.
Romantic destiny has caught me
Like a snare,
The bracelet on her wrist
Is more than I can resist
When I know she will never wait for me
At the secret place of rendezvous.
I’m crying again
In the melancholy universe
With no more desperate desire
Than to touch her earrings
That she left behind
In the wineglass evening
Of a farewell dance.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Am My Poem
When you see me,
you see my poems.
For when i breath, i breath out ballads.
But vers libre express my heart.
Should i write in complicated
and rhythmic words to make
my poems deep and beautiful?
My life is complicated already.
Should i write in simple and
enticing words to make
my poems attractive?
My life is not that simple.
Like stream to the river
down to the sea,
so is my poems from my
soul to my spirit down to my body.
You may disapprove me
but come and take a walk
within my soul and see if
you can live there for a moment.
So when i write, must i
invite you to read.
Read if you want to.
I write because the chamber
of soul finds relieve.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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A Dream of Us
I came to her house
On Mulberry Street
Hoping just to say hello
And gaze into her eyes
Of infinite realms of tenderness.
I wanted to share
The poetry of her soul
And the rhythmic music of her body
As well as the melody of her voice.
She invited me in for tea
Where we lit candles
In the living room
And breathed in the perfume
Of a sacred incense.
Every thought consumed me
To escape reality by mingling
All of my existence into her wondrous essence,
To exchange my individual aura
For a dream of us.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Through My Eyes
I believe-
I believe my thoughts are being broadcasted
I believe you can see my world through my eyes-
When your eyes are closed, I believe that you can hear my thoughts
My thoughts that speak of persecution and threat
These thoughts, as directed towards the rest of the world.
I place my hands over my eyes so that
What is inside of mind does not become
The literature of other people-
Even though my thoughts are silent
When your eyes make contact with mine,
All that I am thinking screams out to you and
I know you wish to harm me.
I believe-
I believe I am being threatened
Being threatened by those who follow my path,
Walking behind me, and somehow
Knowing my destination-
The leaves upon the trees have fallen in autumn and
Now the trees are barren, and I have no place to hide.
This whole world has become the enemy.
I believe my thoughts are broadcasted as I walk,
Kicking aside stones and the leaves that have fallen-
Snow has fallen upon the edge of time and
I stand upon the edge of time, counting the minutes-
Counting every second before the whole world knows of
The anger, hurt and my thoughts misconstrued,
That are torturing me every day and every night-
All I can do is to keep on walking and hope
That one day this mistrust of the world shall
Heal inside my troubled mind and somebody’s eyes
Will make contact with mine and say
“it doesn’t matter to me what you are thinking because
You are a person with a heart and a soul like everyone else and
I believe we all have faults-“ I look towards the sky searching for an increment of hope A world exists inside of me- a beautiful world I hope someday will not matter
If I let somebody inside to see- to know my destination and
I won’t need to hide anymore- when spring comes flowers shall blossom and
Leaves shall grow in the summer- and in the autumn leaves shall turn colors and fall-
I shall continue my journey towards the day I can learn to trust the world around me,
As I kick aside the stones and the fallen leaves as I walk-
With my eyes open to the world, my spirit, unafraid.
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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A Dream Of Romantic Love!
Romantic love inspires potential interest to live in the world;
Enjoyment of love churns out joy and pleasure in long life
And the dream of romantic love never ceases desire to demise
Despite the burden to work hard to stabilise life in the world!
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything -
Sense of taste, sight, smell, hearing and touch common for all!
Nothing is known happening around except the object of love
And even day and night are forgotten during such pursuits deep!
All seem surmountable as in the adventures of Don Quixote;
What a dream world of romantic love romance immerses in!
Summer or Winter, or Autumn or Spring everything is one
To the eyes, mind and spirit when the heart is full of love ever!
A dream of romantic love makes everything easy as in paradise
Or in heaven where only enjoyment of variety is thought forever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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18 Definitions Of Poetry
1) Poetry is what is Beautiful in words –
2) Poetry is the deepest feeling words can tell
3) Poetry is the soul of each one of us
4) Poetry is the morning light after the longest night
5) Poetry is a dream of dreams in a world that needs dreams to be
beautiful
6) Poetry is the Search for God and the Love of God in all holy writing
7) Poetry is Reality itself when it is doing what it should
8) Poetry is you and me and all of us when we are kind to each other
9) Poetry is more than we can say or know- deeper than the deepest
silence and quieter also
10) Poetry is the place we go to in ourselves when we need to cry out loud
11) Poetry is Love words of love and the first spring of the young lovers first
song
12) Poetry is all we are when our minds are right and strong
13) Poetry is what saves us from all the other words
14) Poetry is what ceases to exist when Cruelty comes
15) Poetry is Love and Blessing and Kindness again
16) Poetry cuts through the icy sea within and sends chills down the spine
17) Poetry is what is recollected in tranquility but also tried and tossed in
tempest on the most difficult seas
18) Poetry is open to more than what it has been It is what others have not yet created and will so long as we are human and in search of the Sublime
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sonnets to my love
I. My woman among a world of women
My woman among a world of women,
I wonder when will I see you again?
You who live in every dream,
as part of me
and time is rushing by and my hope
grows dimmer like the winter sun
in the cold sky.
At night the darkness covers me
and the moon glitters bleak
and even it grows weak
while I long for you
and even my consciousness
declares that maybe
I am waiting in vain.
II. I wish I could remember
I wish I could remember in detail
the first time that we met
the glance in your eyes
when you saw me.
Was it May, June, July
or maybe October?
I cannot recollect
what time of year
not even which season
but from the very start
I held you dear and that first hug
when I held you near
brought tears to your eyes,
or was it mine?
III. In dreams you are still with me
In dreams you are still with me
and in every dream
your dear face I see
and every night I dream on
of you and me being one
and when waking
with the sun braking through
the windowpane in the early morning
you are gone
and still somehow
it’s as if I can smell
your lingering perfume
just as if you spent
the night here with me.
IV. From the first moment I loved you
From the first moment
I loved you
construing how you felt
from your voice, what you said
to me and your actions
even if you might not
feel the same
but tough at times
you are not sure of your feelings
you were then
and we became one
and I dwelt in your eyes
trying to find your soul
and to bind with it.
V. Today I pray for you
Today I pray for you
not only to be true to me
but to have God dwell in your heart
for Him to keep you well,
to shadow you in every thing that you do.
Today I pray that every word
and every deed be blessed,
that every poetic line you write,
every brush stroke that you make
and every time you take the guitar
in your hands
be a great delight to others
and that they see you
in the greatness that I know.
VI. Your rebuke I have not earned
Your rebuke I have not earned,
just gave my sincere opinion
about something that I read
which you wanted me to
and neither were my words
aimed at you.
What should shine through
my lines is how much
I love and miss you
but more so
my love for the creator God
which comes first
in all that I do
even superseding you.
VII. If love is something sure
If love is something sure
between the two of us,
will you go away?
If love links you to me,
will you go astray,
be swept to another shore?
Love me and love me more
before it is too late
and destiny makes it impossible.
Love me as an equal
or let it be and loosen
the raging winds
to devour the citadel,
the castle of our dreams.
poem by Gert Strydom
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5th Avenue
Written by gerry beckley, 1984
Found on perspective.
Walking down 5th avenue
I saw him walking there with you
People see and people talk
Word travels fast round my block
Might just save you the price of writing
I could save you an hour or two
Walking down 5th avenue
Walking down 5th avenue
Dont know what to ask of you
My mind is gettin so confused
Even when I really try
Keeps sounding like Im saying goodbye
Somewhere deep in my heart Im hurtin
cause I keep on remembering you
Walking down 5th avenue
Walking down 5th avenue
Such a long way to go
How many times must I look up and say
What kind of fool am i
But I cant turn my back on the times that we shared
No matter how I try
Walking down 5th avenue
Cant seem to shake the thought of you
Even in the dark of night
Your memories of shining light
Though Im tryin to change direction
I pray what I saw aint true
Walking down 5th avenue
Walking down 5th avenue
Such a long way to go
Do, do, do, do ...
song performed by by America
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Poem about Poetry - I am Poetry
i am poetry
a baby naked
crying my heart
out as i am thrust
into the new world
echoing to it
another realm
i love the way i am
every cell of myself
because i love myself
i am loved in return
i am so loved i am
on the lips of
everybody
bouncing in
their joys and sadness,
triumphs and failures
to give them self worth
of the most meaningful kind
- the tramps, the tycoons
the princes, the princesses,
the secret lovers
the kings and the queens
i am poetry
i am a baby loved
for my innocence, rawness
i am clothed in
a million different ways
i have no complaints
so long as they bring
out the rainbow in me
words rhymed or unrhymed
do not bother me
suits, dresses,
saris, kimonos
kilt, loinclothes,
fundoshi
you name it,
i have been in them
i am poetry
i come out of everybody
a thousand million strains of
individual heaven and hell
of all, my worst nemesis
ae those who are
so lost in themselves
they put pants on my head,
socks on my hands,
gloves on my feet
hang a million
bright accessories
on me and proudly
declare me poetry
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Passion Fruit
[The Passion Fruit]
An epic Stanza a Dream if Might the cruel fates play tricks on the love longing mind. For Hope was the plant and Passion the fruit of the hearts implore. And love, Love is the Rain of all growth and for everyday a little rain must Fall.
The Dream of Dreams is to be loved in return by the one you dream of most. And so, her love grew for him as she saw the figure of his shadow in the corridor, and heard the deep soothing sound of his voice. And alas, She sought the longing in her eyes would at one point be returned by his. She knew at this point would be a point of no return.
Love can drive you to do incredible things; it seeks the soul, mind, and the spirit. And just as beauty, love is in the eyes of it’s beholder, for each person love comes differently, by the way they receive it, the way they give it, the way they earn it, and the way they see it. Each is its own plant.
For her it was the Passion Fruit.
She showered this fruit with love, and heartened it with hope. At last the fruit was brimming with Passion.
It was the Passion Fruit.
It was filled with Passion, but it was lacking light.
The light of restoration in which she would finally see the longing in his eyes as they were in hers.
And although she filled it with everything else there was no light, and No plant can survive without light.
Without light there is no hope and without hope there is no plant.
The passion in her eyes became a dull place in a bright world. For in her world there was no light in which to see, and no hope for it to be seen.
And so she faded away.
The day she would leave all passion behind, all hope, and all cares, she told him the story of the Passion Fruit. How it loved, laughed, and lived.
The words she said to him before her final farewell were, “When all seems Dark look for Light for there is always Light you just have to find it. Remember Hope was the plant and Passion the heart’s wish, it’s fruit. And love, Love is the Rain of all growth and for everyday a little rain must Fall.”
“But don’t forget light, for without light you cannot see the rain of love, and without the rain, a plant will cease to exist. I have Finally found my light, but alas I have already gone through a dark tunnel.” These words she uttered before she took her last breath.
He never forgot, for secretly she was his passion, his light, and his rain.
He eventually found another, but he would never love her, for there is only one love, for love is jealous of all others. So, he loved but once and the rest was just of like.
On his last breath he said, “I have found my Light, but at the end of a dark tunnel, for there she is waiting for me, my dream of dreams.”
“My Passion Fruit”
(c) 2006
poem by Kelsey Neystel
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Slender Shoulders
Sidewalk in the rain,
I’m walking to her house
In the Sunday-overcast landscape
Of the lonely city
Trying to find sunlight
Through the mist
Of my longing heart
And ceaseless thoughts.
A weekend marathon
For a beautiful friend,
She runs for the hope
Of a new beginning;
Birds in the park
Along her path
Sing for her
Like I’ve sang for her.
Yesterday’s dream
Dissolves into myth
But I’m dreaming again
Of her slender shoulders
In a summer dress,
I promise never to forget
Saturday night tears
And poignant conversations.
I’m reciting prayers
In the shrine light
Of her eyes,
I solemnly write my words
Like hieroglyphics
On pyramid walls.
I have to see her again
In a wineglass café
Or a library reading room,
Every day, I exit into a reverie
Along the gorgeous boulevards
Of imagination
To become closer
To the presence
Of her magical essence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The commandments of poetry
I shall love poetry
For it is the conversation of God
Over my world
This is not a godless art
Though I name no God
I am bearing witness
To Him creating these
Poems
I do not write poetry
To excite myself
I write them
To sustain
My soul
I shall never use poetry
As a pretext
For fame and glory
It is my spiritual
Devotion
Poetry is pure
Virginal
It is not found
In conformity
I shall bring forth my poems
As a mother brings forth
Her children
Out of my own flesh
And blood
This poem shall not be
An analgesic to kill the pain
But it shall be the wine
That puts me to action
Each poem created
Shall leave me humble
It can never equal my dreams
And always inferior
To God’s marvelous
Creations
Always second
To Nature.
Poetry rises from my heart
In these words
And they have no purpose
But to purify
This poetry shall grow
The flowers of compassion
To console
The hearts of the lonely
And those who are lost
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lush for Your Love
I would give up drinking
To be drunk with your perfume
On a summer night
With the sea breeze singing
A romantic lullaby,
To kiss your eyes at midnight,
Adorable woman,
For whom every aching fiber
Of my lonely being craves.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Dream
dream of a better world where as people would see each other nothing more than people of a different shade of gray
I dream of all my problems crumbling in my hands never to utter another sound
I dream of love renewed no more forsaken the day of my fulfillment
I dream of blues skies and flowers lying in a field of hope and no more despair
I dream of moonlit nights where the smell of jasmine permeates the air with its sweet aroma
I dream of being in love once again with that person that just takes my breath away
I dream of angels dancing in candle light
I dream of naked waterfalls that drench my soul and ease my pain
I dream of earthly fulfillments never imagined before
I dream of paradise lost and never found
I dream of turquoise seas surrounding my unadorned body
I dream of piece no longer the beast devouring the children of the west
I dream of calmer seas that no longer rocks the boat of tranquility
I dream of you and me forever be
I dream no more the lonely night of my salvation
I dream of happiness once more on my enlightened soul
I dream of no more shadows haunting me as I slumber
I dream no more my weary eyes of sadness abound
I dream crying the day cometh the dawn no more
I dream walking on the beach with the one I love hand in hand
I dream of midnight caressing while the sun comes up
I dream of what could have been, what could be, and what has gone
I dream to no longer forsake my sanity to the darkness of my emotions
I dream of a place whereas I can lounge and bask in my redolence roses
I dream a dream of lesser conscienceless to the world that holds me back
I dream of no more waking hours consumed by society at large
I dream the dream of romantics no longer uttering there voices aloud
I am a dreamer, but without dreamers what would this world be
As empty as the heart that knows no love
As dark as the night that knows no stars
I think so there for I must have feelings
I live so there for I must be alive
I sleep so there for I must be a dreamer
Dream on and let the night bring you to places in the sun
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The Weary Blues
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway ....
He did a lazy sway ....
To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming from a black man's soul.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--
"Ain't got nobody in all this world,
Ain't got nobody but ma self.
I's gwine to quit ma frownin'
And put ma troubles on the shelf."
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more--
"I got the Weary Blues
And I can't be satisfied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can't be satisfied--
I ain't happy no mo'
And I wish that I had died."
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Summer Love
Bill dees
Autumn leaves, when they fall
Whisper to the wind, ringing out, telling all
Of the summers end.
Now youre gone far away, how I long to hear you say
I love you.
Whirling leaves, swirling leaves tell me Im alone
Wishing you were here with me longing for you home.
Winter nights are lonely nights how I long to hold you tight
I miss you.
A gentle breeze in the trees will tell me spring is here
And I feel anxiety knowing youll be near.
Summer nights, Ill hold you tight
Under the moon above youll be my summer love.
When summers here and you are near every day Ill pray
Autumn leaves will never come and with me youll stay
You will mean more to me, yes, youll be
More than just a summer love
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Ghost of Impossible Love
I dreamt of you in a dark night
Of hidden stars,
The mysterious light
That emanates from your eyes.
A day, years ago,
Walking upon the beach,
Drifting into love
And not knowing how to tell you.
The sound of the waves
And my heart beating at midnight,
The tender moment vanishes forever
If there is not a kiss.
Former lovers always crowd the air,
Your pearl necklace and perfume,
I imbibed your essence
But knew someone else was on your mind.
I mostly allow myself to forget such thoughts,
But this exquisite longing returns without warning,
The ghost of impossible love.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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To Love A Woman
(ian hunter)
To love a woman
Lost and lonely through the night
My baby doesnt hear me right
Cross my heart and hope to die
The words wont come although I try
Its there beneath me deep and strong
And when I speak it sounds so wrong
Oh cross my heart and hope to die
Ill never know the reason why
You and I were so in love
And if the sun wont shine
Ill be warm enough for the both of us
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
Sometimes when Im away from you
I love you more you know its true
Oh cross my heart and hope to die
This loneliness is good sometimes
And youll return smile over me
And I still cant say whats plain to see
But cross my heart and hope to die
Youll never know how hard I try
You and I we fell in love
And if the sun wont shine
Ill be warm enough for the both of us
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
Loving a woman like you aint hard to do
You know it happens all the time
To love a woman another woman
To love a woman aint never been hard
(cross my heart and hope to die)
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
So Ill go on through this night
Wishing the words to come out right
Cross my heart and hope to die
This stubborn tongues gonna make me cry
Just accept me as I am
Understand Im a quiet man
Cross my heart and hope to die
I dread the day you say goodbye
You and I we fell in love
And if the sun wont shine
Ill be warm enough for the both of us
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
To love a woman
(fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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