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I Can’t Expect the Return of Happiness

I want my heart to be ready for love
And not to catch me unawares
If she ever deems to visit me
In my lonely ship lost at sea.

So many hours alone writing poetry
Mesmerized by words and ideas
That no one will ever appreciate
Or even bother to hesitate
Upon my most fragile lines.

But I’m determined to live
Through the tears of my defeats
On these abandoned streets
Of important loves long deceased.

The days dwindle for romance
To place a flower in a woman’s hair
And to imbibe the sweetness of her fragrance
Like the bouquet of an ancient and precious wine.

The typewriter has been my piano
And my final song is about to fade
As I wander away into the mist
Of a haunted ghost parade.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Am A Woman, A Voice, A Flower

I am a woman,
And i have a sensitive soul,
My heart do enjoy the poetry,
My heart is my consciousness,
My heart lives and feels.

I am a voice,
And i have something to say,
This pencil i am writing with,
Is the bearer of all my joys and pains,
Yesteday, today and forever.

I am a sweet flower,
That all poets want to smell,
What kind of fragrance do i have?
Is it the freshness of a woman wisdom
Or is the sweetness of a girl?

poem by Cristina Teodor
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I Can Write Poetry All Day Long

I CAN WRITE POETRY ALL DAY LONG

I can write Poetry all day long
But what will it give me?
There is just so much others will listen to
If anything?

And what is the value of writing words to myself for myself
Even if I love them
And believe they are real poetry,
And know in my soul
That their music is real?

I can write Poetry all day long
Or think I am writing poetry
When I am not-

Am I writing poetry now?
I feel I am-
Within me there is the song and the sound
There is the music of poetry
But is it real
Or only my self- deception?

Can I write poetry all day long?
Can I write poetry at all?

I am writing poetry now
Or so I tell myself-
But as I write this
The music within
Is already fading
And I hear in myself
The silence of my own lonely sound.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ghost Poetry

Ghost Poetry

By Uriah Lee Hamilton

I could kiss your wrists on a Saturday in the summer
Sitting by an apple tree in the park;
The warm breeze and sunlight on lush leaves
And the fragrance of peach conditioner in your hair,
It all makes me smile and believe in love.

One day, we will cease to exist.
Maybe long before that day,
Love and joy will have retreated
Distantly from our lives;

And thus, it so important and essential
To make it known this moment
The sweet innocent pleasure I receive
In telling you how special and meaningful
Everything about you is to me.

Perhaps, I can leave ghost poetry behind
So the world knows a woman was adored;
But if it all burns away like little paper boats
On the sea of forgetfulness,
I will find happiness today that it was understood
You were the only one that called my heart into being
From my first glimpse of your appearance.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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September Song

When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For its a long, long while, from May to December
And the days grow short, when you reach September
And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game
And the days turn to crawl(?grow old?) as they grow few
September, November
And these few colden(?golden?) days I'd like to spend 'em with you
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game
I have a little money, and I have a little pain
And these few golden days, as the days grow so few
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
September song, September song
September song, September song

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Poetry In The Closets

Poetry in the closets,
words are all stuffed away,
Open the closet door once more
so the words can say

'Listen friend and catch the thoughts
and make them come to bear.
Don't leave them where they can't be heard
for poetry takes you where
you fall in love with words again
like no prose itself can do.'
It opens your mind to brand new ideas
and then when you're through
you'll say

'Poetry in the closets
come out where you belong.
Take your proper place once more
beside each touching song.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
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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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Fragile Heroes

writing writing writing in agitated states
until the truth comes out.
shivering, weeping with a heart that leaps
past obstacles. see the lonely boy-
lonely boys are everywhere.
if you are a boy and you are lonely,
you feel quite nobel you know?
your thoughts are somewhere you were
in your early days, and somewhere they
will return.
lonely boys can wander anywhere, because
their thoughts and dreams are assailed
by interminable thoughts of family, the world
seems hostile for a while, then the lonely
boys eventually find some way of
carrying their family thoughts
on the outside, and then they become
fragile heroes.
afraid to speak, but with impetuous
sparks in their hearts.
if you ever feel this way be sure
to let me know and we could speak
for days.

poem by Jorgen Doyle
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Love and Fragrance

The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction

When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin

Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you

And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention

But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance

~Rick Berry

poem by Rick Berry
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Romantic Romeo

Melancholy heart wavers
Like a sinking ship
From inward disappointment
Of life plans crumbling
On the unsavory streets
Of urban despair.

I dream of brushing
A beautiful woman’s hair
With the lavish possibilities
Of a millionaire,
But I daily catch curbside coins
Instead of the shimmering diamonds
I desire to place around her throat.

I’m never agitated for long,
Even though I have the empty stare
Of a preoccupied professor
At an archeological dig.

You would find me a sweet lover
In my little shack and poetry bed
Of hopeless resignation.

I know my insignificant place,
But I remain a romantic Romeo nonetheless.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.

Poetry...Poetry...

poem by Akash Agrawal
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Now And Always

This situation I find myself in
For I have selfishly taken one on the chin
My words I shall never rescind
Casing a breeze trying to catch the wind

Up and out through my front door
Gone is my luck ever more
Like a child grasping at the sand
Granules slips right through my hand

To hold her was impossible to achieve
She once gave me something to believe
Like a can of beets sitting on the shelf
Here I am now left to myself

She never could make up her mind
Her heart she kept hopelessly confined
Seasons when she refused to leave behind
Love to me has always been so unkind

This is something that I know
She would not let her former self go
Writing on the walls I always saw the sign
To cross she would never the borderline

Love once knocked on my door
But now she knocks there no more
I lift my glass to her I’ve toasted
She was my life I once boasted

The task at hand was truly daunted
But she was all I ever wanted
Her fragrance I am truly haunted
Even still the birds me they’ve taunted

These were the best days of my life
I could’ve, I should’ve, and I would’ve made her my wife
But with me she could never be
No one left now to love only me

Her love I could never really claim
Life without her will never be the same
My love I fought hard to contain
For the love I have will always remain

I still love her more than words could ever speak
When she walked in the room my knees would go weak
The honeybees still whisper sunshine’s name
From the mountains to the hills I was ready to exclaim

I would make her laugh or cry with the words I wrote down
Her affect on me was truly profound
She is life and the breath that I took
The precious melodies I once wrote in my songbook

She is way hotter than July
She can cause and egg to fry
She made me sweat on the coldest of days
She made my body shiver when she touched me in certain ways

I have loved her from the start of creation
She fills my wildest imagination
From dimly lit streets to darken allays
I shall love her for now and alway

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Amen

Our meeting was no accident
A God sent plan to complement man.
How, oh how can I ever repay (YOU)

For this great thing YOU'VE done
what is it about me that make YOU
So concerned about my well-being?

That YOU can create just for me...
YOUR woman...
And share her with man...

Why, am I that lost and lonely?
WE (YOU and me) would talk for hours
I never knew I was lost or lonely.

Never knew
Had no clue...

At times when I sit and talk with woman
She puts me in the mind of YOU
Her kindness...

Her greatness...
Her warmth to my skin.
You know she lays her hands on me

Sometime and like YOU, I get this whole body warmth...
Like a flash of heat running all over me...
Sometimes she will walk into a room...

And...
Just for an instance it is like... HEAVEN?
YOU have said that YOU would never leave me?

Is woman that promise?
If so, I would like to apologize
For not seeing and recognizing...

YOUR place in my life,
YOUR respect is long over due.
YOUR woman, I know now

Is a precious, precious gift from YOU to me?

So YOU are always with me...

AWoman!

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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A Revolution Poetry Is....!

Are you writing words of rhythm according to thoughts?
Or are you coining words of thoughts according to rhythm?
Or are you writing poetry both working at the same time?
Asking so, if they ask me how to write poetry, what shall I say?

Poetry writing is natural, spontaneous expression from heart!
How can this be taught to anyone to write poetry ever at all?
Poetry is a spontaneous flow of words direct from heart ever!

I wonder many a time how am I writing poetry at all ever!
But this is happening to my great surprise since longtime!

Due to engagements ever poetry only I am able to write
Though my aim in the beginning was writing stories.....,
Novels, short stories and nonfiction articles of criticism!

Poetry books too I have completed writing so since long
But what a pity there is no reception for poetry books...!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Little Brown-Haired Girl

I’m a wayward flower
Who has abandoned
His safe garden
To wander down
The concrete streets
Of the city.

When I find
The girl I love,
I will place myself
In the flower vase
Of her heart.

I believe
In the enchanted perfume
Of the feminine,
I’m seeking to embrace
A woman’s soul
In the pink afternoon.

Everything about me
Is a serenade
On a summery day
With a gentle breeze blowing
Beneath a soft shade.

I will call
A little brown-haired girl
An amazing goddess
As a thousand bouquets
Laugh and whisper her name.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Loves Funny That Way

Theres no king when love is the thing
We play the same rules
In a heartbeat a wise man can be a fool
Theres no guarantee that love will be
A stranger or friend
A prayer thats answered or a heartache that never ends
Through the darkest hours when all is said and done
It has the power, you go from lonely to the lucky one
(chorus)
Loves funny that way
No matter who you are
Well it can shake your faith
Or it can break your heart
Once in a while the mountains move
We all long for those days
You live, you laugh, you say
Loves funny that way
Not long ago I got to know the lonely side
Just me and my pain and nowhere to hide
It amazes me
How my world turned around
If its meant to be
Thats all that matters to me anyhow
(repeat chorus)
So when you dont understand
Best you leave it in loves hands
Just live, laugh and say
Loves funny that way

song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Though i know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, i'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, i'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.

song performed by by George Harrison
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Want To Get Her

I want to just chill,
be me and no one else,
you see only what,
you allow yourself to see in me,
I want your mind wondering,
why i'm taking it easy,
letting you get the first words in,
I'm not a book but a novel,
once you read the pages,
then you decide to follow,
forgive me for things I said,
also for the things left unsaid,
just trying to break bread,
want to get her,
but I want no fussing,
between me & her,
like a cruise ship without a missile,
ready to jump back on it phizzle,
she is strong like a lily pad,
her flower springs daily,
know that dad,
now she calls herself queen,
I call her queen bee,
hear that story about,
birds & the bees,
she loves a environment,
with bigger better words,
so I can bring romance towards her,
hold my car door,
for me my strong king,
that she once said to me,
A flower without a bloom,
Is no flower at all,
beautiful picture on the wall,
will she talk,
how will she listen,
I help her straighten the kitchen,
light bulb on,
just got to think,
if I was in her shoes,
how would I feel,
do I have the skills,
to meet her needs,
down on my knees,
marry me please,
zig zik poetry,
doing poems for her again,
don't come in my zone,
I only came to win,
newspaper alert,
playing with my woman,
tell that to the people please.

poem by Tommy Laster
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Love Unchained

They say all life
Will end one day
And friends yeah
Forget and die away
Well if fate is cruel
And dims the light
Our love cmon yeah
Shine on for all right
But oh if youre lonely
And so blue
Its here inside saying
Man for woman
Loves unchained ah yeah
Man for woman
Its insane well
Thats right
I gotcha
Times precious times
Ive lost what I was looking for
And I can see its true
A change had to come
Well baby
I was lonely ah yeah
So blue
Looking at you and your wanting me
Man for woman
Loves unchained
Cmon walk with me baby
Man for woman
Its insane
Its insane
Loves unchained
Aha loves unchained
Well I want to greet you
Believe me I wanna touch too ah yeah
Man without woman
Its a lost lonely time
For love it cam be broken
Yes and love made unkind
Its right here
If youre lonely cmon baby
Yes and so blue
Its right here
Cmon and its wanting you
Say yeah
Make love with me baby
Man for woman
Loves unchained ah yeah cmon
I said love still the outlaw
Hey cmon baby
I said cmon
I was lost without a woman
But you can see me
And Im found
Its never in vain
Theres no shame
I cast no blame cmon
Loves unchained
Yes mama
Make love to me baby
Make love to me baby

song performed by by Billy Idol
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When A Man Loves A Woman

When a man loves a woman,
He'll cherish his happiness with her,
Fulfiling her life with joy,
Showing his love day by day.

When a man loves a woman,
In the silence of world time stood still,
He and she together beneath the sky,
And their love growing with each throbbing kiss.

When a man loves a woman,
His eyes will wrapp her in his magic,
She 'll be atracted by his charm,
They'll seal this love with passion.

When a man loves a woman,
His heart belongs to her,
As like the precious gift she'll ever had,
And only her holds the key to open his heart.

When a man loves a woman,
He'll always nurture and protect her,
She'll be his reason to live for,
And got through fire to save her.

When a man loves a woman,
He'll have eyes only for her,
She'll be the meaning of his life,
The center of his universe.

poem by Cristina Teodor
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My Lost Youth

Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams,
The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boyish dreams.
And the burden of that old song,
It murmurs and whispers still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the black wharves and the ships,
And the sea-tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
And the magic of the sea.
And the voice of that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the sea-fight far away,
How it thundered o'er the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with a thrill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows of Deering's Woods;
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the verse of that sweet old song,
It flutters and murmurs still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school-boy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that fitful song
Sings on, and is never still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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