Healing Endurance
Misfortunes can be intense
In the hour of sadness,
But even earthquake ravages
Get rebuilt until a skyline
Is majestic again
With incredible architecture.
The way of humanity
Is to outdistance the trivial,
And to endure the heart rending
And miserable
Because healing is inevitable
And redeeming.
I have viewed the sun at sunset
For a moment hanging more beautifully
Than a painting in the Louvre
And my soul was awed.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Why the silence?
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or the eyes may straggle and it's the hour of dreams
Or the mind may have been displaced and it's hour of reflections
Or the heart has been busy and it's hour of the groans
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or the words have got lost in the midst of ideas
Or silence now become the language of the times
Or the tongue tie with a sunset
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or now no need for my presence
Or now I am a hidden friend
Or now I am not who I was
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or... And the story continue silently
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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All architecture is great architecture after sunset perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.
quote by G.K. Chesterton
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Dark
Darkness engulfs the soul,
Night shrouding the daylight with a cloak of envy,
Jealous of the sultry, shimmering sunset that illuminated the skyline,
Demonic with dark despair,
Desperately fighting against the inevitable dawn.
Night turns into day, twill always be so,
But until the exultant sunrise raises his head, the light of a flickering candle will provide an effervescent glow.
poem by Simon Thorpe
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Sea's Sunset
sea which receives
bouquets from every garden
under colorful sunset horizon of heaven
to flee from
poisonous souls
that spur in illusion
sweeps along
to majestic sea
descends from God
O young lovers!
you have come to sea
into a true redeeming heart
emerges sensuous and lovely
deeper than any sea-dingle
forever sails afar sea
takes on
that longing tone
of memories that waves put on
poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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Plus Intra
Soul within sense, immeasurable, obscure,
Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense
Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure
Soul within sense.
From depth and height by measurers left immense,
Through sound and shape and colour, comes the unsure
Vague utterance, fitful with supreme suspense.
All that may pass, and all that must endure,
Song speaks not, painting shews not: more intense
And keen than these, art wakes with music's lure
Soul within sense.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Sadness Comes With Fear
SADNESS COMES WITH FEAR
Sadness comes with fear,
Dread of what might be-
We live assuming we will be able to go on-
We do not know
What the next day will bring.
As long as there is a ‘for now’
We close our minds to the inevitable.
But one day the inevitable happens
And all is changed beyond our worst dreams.
Oh God not now not yet Please.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poignant Escape
I would forever be miserable
with your painting hanging on my head.
Even a hundred angels would lament
on the sadness sketched upon your eyes;
the loneliness on your face
is alive on your lifeless facade,
my love...
forgive me
for the broken notes
that lie on your lips.
Your unseen tears are more certain
than the air I breathe
just looking at you;
oh a hundred angels would mourn
on the agony painted on your visage.
What agony that is,
I could not name it;
what pain, I could not explain.
My heart is drowned
over your grievous tears.
A hundred angels would rather fly
away from your bitter misery.
I wish I have broken wings
my love...
forgive me.
I can not be with you.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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There Is This Sadness That Brings......
there is this sadness that i want
to give to you
but of course, you shall not accept it
for who is foolish enough
to welcome sadness when all hopes
of our humanity are pinned
on happiness?
but there is this sadness that makes us silent
and responsible upon our own shoulders
there is this sadness that makes us
fully human, and fully alive,
there is this sadness that brings you literature
and poetry
and then all those fame and fortune that you
have been seeking
there is this sadness which has another consequence
the purification of the soul
the everlasting happiness
shall you not take it now?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Healing Stripes
Look upon the hills,
Where the greatest light stands.
Listen to the voice of hope:
That healing has come
Taste the waters from life,
From the spring of redemption.
A monster traverses the earth.
With haste, chewing up humanity.
Casting the flesh into the grave.
It traps the innocent with its poisonous fangs
And in a deep pit, their hopes end
The master visits the remnant,
With grace, he rewards hope for despair
Redeeming the soul, reviving hope
He knows all the pleasures of life
But tastes the passion
That he should save a despairing people
Healing stripes
That tore his flesh to mend our wound.
Sweet sorrow
That exchanged his glory for our joy
The master reigns, while the monster fades
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Sensitivities Have Been Numbed
It's incredible,
How the inevitable can be there glaring...
As those fixed into routines will not notice.
It is incredible,
How people can line up in front of a hotdog stand...
And ignore those homeless with nothing to eat,
Sitting on the street right behind them.
It's incredible how sensitivities have been numbed.
In a second one can express an empathy.
And in the next,
Have none.
Although argue with a vendor people do,
Over the price of added condiments.
It is incredible how people accept their selfishness,
With a relishing of mustard and onions to spread.
'You have any change for a hotdog? '
~Sorry.
I only have two twenties in my pocket.~
'Did You hear that, Father? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
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Sadness Too Intense
Sadness too intense and deep
Can shatter the mind and eliminate
Vital memories:
Memories of fist kisses,
Romantic rendezvous’ in the moonlight
When love was new,
Wedding bells, children’s birthdays,
And important anniversaries,
Memories of who you really are
When you’re stripped of superficial facades
Of position and prominence
And have to discover anew
Something redeeming in your personality
To pull you through.
Sadness from an overwhelming
Sense of unexpected loss
Caused by death or divorce
Can remove not only memories
But even concepts of right and wrong and truth.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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After World War II great strides were made in modern Japanese architecture, not only in advanced technology, allowing earthquake resistant tall buildings, but expressing and infusing characteristics of traditional Japanese architecture in modern buildings.
quote by Harry Seidler
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Singing is a way of releasing an emotion that you sometimes can't portray when you're acting. And music moves your soul, so music is the source of the most intense emotions you can feel. When you hear a song and you're acting it's incredible. But when you're singing a song and you're acting it's even more incredible.
quote by Amanda Seyfried
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Every Moment I Live With You
Every moment i live with an eternal flame that adorns my soul with ineffable bliss, The apex enchantment for a mortal man.
Every moment I hear rhapsodic undulations of her omnipotent voice. infallible arrows of her emphatic prattle pierce my soul millions of time. Her subtle voice still dwells deep down I swear.
Every moment i perceive her aesthetic face
resplendent with mesmerizing eyes that endure profoundly compassionate innocence and luscious lips proliferating an inscrutable simile.
Every moment I sleep with her voluptuous presence embraced in my virile arms and I keep caressing tresses of her ravishingly titillating hair until I fall asleep.
Every moment I try to nab a glimpse of her nubile palms, in each fold and line of which was written every aspect of someone's destiny.
Every moment I scold myself for making same mistakes again and again and Every time I find myself helpless against the majestic prowess of her interminable benevolent influence. Her divine trance still enthralls my immortal soul.
Every moment I keep writing poems for her. But every time I condemn the almighty that made me so un expressive.but the next moment I felicitate the almighty as with the grace of whom Every moment The Eternal Flame Enlightens my abode.
And every moment I live with you.
[ Ojaswi Kaushal ]
poem by Ojaswi Kaushal
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Good bye sadness
Good bye Sadness
She is so happy now
That you are out of her mind
You finally vanished
Good bye Sadness
Why are you called Sadness?
Because that’s the name they given you
You make people cry
You even made her cry too many times
There was a dark cloud hanging in her eyes
For a long tine
And now it is gone
Good bye sadness
She doesn’t need to see you again
You are also painful
Good bye sadness
You belong in the sad Sea
Where the pain lays
Among the dead fishes
In that sad Sea
The oil from that big ship and vessels
Pollutes this sad Sea
She doesn’t want to be a part of the Sad Sea either
Because it is sad to see
All that wild life dies
Good bye sadness
You never had anything good to offer her anyway
Pain and more pain you brought her all through those years
But the truth is that she had to go through it
To appreciate the good stuff
Yes sadness I can tell you she went through with it
For a long time
Good bye sadness
Please stay away from her forever
She doesn’t need you in her life
Sadness breaks everybody’s hearts
Her heart was broken too many times
By you sadness
Good bye sadness
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Beautiful Creatures
The soil which we plant our seeds
beautifully dangerous, remarkable creatures
strangely complicated, a delicate rare breed
shelters, nurturers, the definition of strength and warmth
crazy-sadistic, seductive-angelistic beings
Women, all one of a kind
incredible, intellectual, beyond and between the lines
pain and hardship they endure
apologies that at times we're blind
self-worth, the world is what they deserve
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Intense
I remember meeting you last summer and you told me
I am intense; you stared at me, and felt my hand
And frisked my body,
Whatever was it that you meant,
I know what intense is,
Like intense loss
Loss of someone you love so much and who loves you like
You are everything
Like you are the whole world and when you are gone
The whole universe will be empty,
The great void,
Irreplaceable, intense feeling of gratitude for the love unequalled
Immeasurable, like taking grip of her hands when you are falling from
A cliff, you hang there for while, looking at the ants below
Without her timely hold you could have fallen, smashed yourself
Dead like a watermelon crashing to the pavement from
The 10th floor,
Tragic
but I see that you are intense too
Painting your life in the canvass using your weak hand
Testing how the face of God and your face beside will look
Like when the left hand is used, when you are right handed since birth,
Intense weakness
Tested
Something new, tonight I will try it with her; I have to know if she will
Love me through, these intense weaknesses within me
I will not use anything
Let us see what my uselessness can do for her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is This Call Pain
standing here across the see
the sea waves crash the rocks and end in the end
the clouds passing by and get over again
a day end with no coming back again
i wander to my self why my pain will never end
see new life coming and never come the same again
see old man dying and never line again
year in life passing by and never come again
i ask my self why my pain never leave me
why my pain never end
is it me the pain
is what i am made of the pain
suffer and endure all my life
what i am mistaking
nails tear my heart
evil wispier in my ears
healing is never use to me
Gods healing useless any more
every thing end except pain
every thing is false except pain
pain of my heart pain of my soul
i am living with pain i am the pain
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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