There Is God or No God
When it ends,
The poetry and delicate beauty,
The final sunrise in my fading eyes,
I’ll close the book I’ve composed,
A gorgeous failure left behind
For some other manic depressive to find
Who is seeking solace from a sympathetic spirit.
There is God or no God
But currently there are flowers
Waving in a pleasant field,
And one day, I’ll be a flower petal
Waving charmingly to a young girl,
And when she smiles back,
I’ll be happy in eternity.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Somebody Might Wave Back
Seven oclock in the morning and Im riding the overnight train
Ive got ten tonnes of luggage but I left it behind when I came
I look at my watch, says september seventeen
Were riding past some place where Ive never been
And Im waving through the window as we go
Somebody says well, hey, what are you waving at?
Well what have I got to lose
Somebody might wave back
Seven oclock in the morning and Im carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night, counting the hours to sunrise
(drawing patterns/beating rhythms) on the tabletop
I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped
Someone waving in the window at me
And I say hey there, what are you waving at?
When he says what do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back
What do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back
song performed by by Waterboys
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Sitting In My Tree
I often sit alone up in a tree
Waving to the ones that wave at me
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
What they dont know is I am counting them
I even count the ladies and the men
I put the numbers in my little book
And only me can ever have a look
All I ask is a piece of mind
Which I lost somewhere down amongst the mess
All I want is for people to be kind
And walk slower to be counted when they pass
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
I know that I will have to stop my fun
When I meet a girl who I can not count on
Maybe marry her and happy we would be
Not counting but a-sitting up a tree
I put the numbers in my little book
And only me can ever have a look
I think well just how stupid can they be
Waving to a man up in a tree
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Waving A Poetry!
Composing a poetry
quite a complex tapestry
its a product of ingenuity
that derive from within me
Don't know to begin
a poem that explain
innate sentiments
of sensitive hues
Just like a waver
who creates with art
through skillfull work
guided by the heart
The beauty in poetry
is not seen by the eyes
but felt by the emotions
that contained in human
Waving is like writing
where a piece of poetry
is instinctively woven right
that interpolates human life
Indeed, waving a poetry
is a masterfull endeavor
that is quite not perfect
but expresses freedom
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Wild flower
she's a girl, only a girl
a girl, who have a frigile heart
but possessed a strong spirit
a girl who have faith
she's only a girl who defies her wisdom
a girl who stand for principles
a girl who belives in justice
a girl who fight for her rights
the beauty inside of her
the purity of her heart
looking for her soul to find happiness
she's a girl who always wearing a smile
a happy and contented person
a girl who wish to have simple life
a girl who have a dream
a dream for peace and love
she's a girl, like a flower in the wilderness
a wild flower always stand after the storm
a wild flower bloom after the rain
even she's in vain
and let her beauty show to the world
she's a wild flower
the wild flower in my heart alone
-vanessa-
poem by Vanessa Cabrera
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Off Track
He never took me to the track
The sport of kings my ass
It filled up part of his life
That we pretended wasn't there
All that time spent
On the phone
With the racing sheet
His little book
Whatever he thought was coming
Down the final stretch
Never made him a king
Left him uncovered several times
And broke him in the end
What is that magic out there
That makes them stand and yell
Waving their tickets
Grasped firmly in their hands
As the horses make the final turn
Maybe if I had been out there
Standing at the rail
As then ran by - - - -
Close enough to catch
The fire in their eyes - - - -
However he seldom went and
He never did take me to the track
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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What Cedric Said About His Sister.
Cedric followed you
around the playground
at high school
it seemed he wanted
to say something to you
but instead he just followed
you around until
as you stood looking over
at the playing field
where kids were gathering
in their break period
he said
my sister likes you
how do you know?
you asked
because she told me
he replied blushing
looking over at the playing field
isn't she your twin?
Yes
he said
going red
gazing at his sister
standing with a group
of friends on the field
you looked over at the girls
at Cedric's sister waving a hand
so that's Christina
yes
he muttered
the one with the dark hair
and waving a hand
then he went silent
and looked at you
Mother said she's too young for boyfriends
he said after a few moments
but she doesn't listen
she does what she wants
so she told me to tell you
she likes you
and so you nodded
and waved your hand
back at the girls
and there was an explosion
of giggling and laughter
and waving of hands
and then they ran off
onto the field
and as they ran off
you noticed Cedric's sister
had a cute butt
but you didn't tell him that
you just turned and said
fancy a game of ball?
and he just nodded
and said nothing more
about his sister at all.
poem by Terry Collett
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Sun flower
In the bright sunny day
My eye’s make a flower their pray
A flower that has indeed crossed
The boundaries of the lost beauty in flowers
A flower which has a very pleasant
View and answer you’re eyes like
Looking at a creasant in the dark sky
This flowers behavior is utmost
Majestic and generous and it
Has the most delightful look
Like looking at a sunset hill
This flower is known as The sun flower
poem by Afrasiab khan
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Waving Minds
Waving minds,
Waving love,
Waving magic! !
Muse it up and use it up;
But some one went to the court when,
You had no roof on your head.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Transfixed.
I lay in a coffin
Rest my eyes, as I close the lid
Now finally of
-This sorrow, I now rid.
As my body grows limp
And, my breaths start to lessen
A gun slides in my mouth
As I pull the trigger of this wesson
Spewing through the air;
Blood surely splatters
The sound is so raw-
It's mixed with organic matter
The brain; it flatlines.
As does the heart
Farewell to the soul;
Was there even one from the start?
Peaceful and rested
Now I shall seem
Lost in death's trance
Tossed within the dream
Eyes now left nothing-
But, a blank lifeless stare.
Donned in all black.
Peace now fills the air
Waving goodbye
From a place deep within
No longer convinced
This suicide is a sin
Empty and dead
Yes, dead to the core.
I dreamed of this vision.
Yes, I dreamt it before
Now in my death
I find solace and peace
I find my soul at ease
As I now lay deceased.
© copyright 2011 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
poem by Nicole Settimi
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0367 Portrait of the poet as sea-monster
The poet -
by whom I mean
an ordinary human being like you or me
who keeps a diary
of the mind and heart
and then publishes it
with luck
and maybe sells a few -
is a bit like one of those 'exotic' creatures
filmed on the ocean floor,
gracefully waving a hostess welcome
as if used to welcoming photographers
into its lovely home in this week's special issue
and such a delicate shade of pink its designer decor! -
but how to read it visually?
Are those waving fronds all the nerve ends
of this sensitive creature of the depths
of the human heart?
Or are they stinging antennae,
jealously defending its survival,
guarding its creative core
against all comers?
Or simply, like the elephant's trunk,
a means to acquire the food
to digest
with its prodigious memory longer than one man's alone,
into the poetry of the deep?
Beached on the floor of a commuter train
this delicate creature would be trodden under foot
as two-dimensional yuck;
but in its own environment
it secretly upholds humanity,
seeks the true in the unknown,
says new things about old minds,
teaches us to pause and think and see,
sings silly rhymes to enchant children,
shouts boldly or murmurs quietly
about goodness, truth and beauty,
and their opposites,
and deeply, deeply
loves.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Rose-Petal Girl
Small flower, rose-petal girl,
I want to see you again
When a spring breeze gently blows
Through the budding trees.
Delicate one, unimaginably beautiful one,
I desire to touch the sun
As it tenderly kisses your hair;
You have made the world become
A valley of pleasurable dreams.
When I see you,
Life is the miracle of eternal youth;
I behave like a young boy
Who walks a girl home from school,
But is too shy to speak to her.
There is an endlessly dazzling blue sky
With gorgeous white clouds that hypnotize;
I could forever be in a trance
Following the sway of your skirt
And breathing the perfume of your blouse.
Every time you smile,
A poet should be writing a poem
With softly falling tears
In both his eyes;
Undoubtedly, you are
An elegantly burning candle
That romantically brightens
Every room you enter.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Petal Effect
A flower is born, bringing life to Earth.
With the experiences made on Earth,
A petal falls off the flower.
It slowly takes life from the flower.
He has his first crush, one petal is lost.
Bachelor's degree is obtained and requires another petal.
A family drops two more precious petals.
The last petal falls as life ends on Earth.
poem by Cody Klinker
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The Petal Game
pick a flower
to play the petal game
pluck a petal
he loves me
pluck a petal
I don't love him
pluck a petal
he keeps getting closer
pluck a petal
I keep pushing him away
pluck a petal
he is always around me
pluck a petal
I hide away from him
pluck a petal
he is always protecting me
pluck a petal
I just punch him in the gut
pluck a petal
he never seems to get it
pluck a petal
I really hate his guts
pluck a petal
he just really bugs me
pluck a petal
I need a new flower now
pick a flower
to play the petal game
poem by Amber Lyn Charneski
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Best way to keep a secret is tell it, just like that – mixes in with all the other palaver – nobody’s gonna listen, believe you or even care: the Secret
told the lady behind the counter
at the deli that I’m crazy and she just laughed and said no! But it’s true I really am crazy
And she said you don't look crazy
And I said no I don't suppose I do
That's part of my problem though I look normalwhateverthatis but I’m not
I walk around in a world of normal people and every once in a while I have to poke someone and tell them I’m not in the same world as they are and then they don't think I’m crazy
but that I am crazy for saying so
And she leaned over at me finally and said
What is it you are crazy weeth? And I said
I’m bi-polar. You know, manic-depressive?
And her eyes glazed over like the hams and salami
You don't know what that is do you? I said
And she said
No I don't know. What is that? And I said
That's what I am, I’m manic-depressive
Andshesaid in hersweetest sleepy-eyed droopy-eyelid limpid voice
I’m sorry I’m very sorry you're … whatever it is you said...
I tell you what (she said) ! ! Get far away! Just get away from it all for a while! Take a vacation when's the last time you took a vacation?
Go drive somewhere in your car even if you don't know where you're going!
and I said i can't get away from myself I’m sorry
I have to take me with myself wherever I go he goes and I come
I go and he comes I wish I could...
Then I realized this was just too much about me and my words trailed off
What vacation did she want to/ need to take! ? What was crazy when crazy really came to her? What was it for her to speak her heart to a stranger?
What did all my words spun and flung so carelessly bite into I didn't know this lady
So I said well, yea, you know I’ll do that
And she smiled it meant a lot that’s what you have to give when you're
In yourself
Gave her the response she needed to hear
heart to heart
Appreciate it really- your idea- I’ll do it!
I’m gonna try and do that
And by the way
don't mind all my crazy talk
You know, I’m just a little crazy
And she said no! And I said yes! No! Yes! Ha haha
I am
And I could hear myself and how I must sound to her
Like some bothersome man who needs the attention - lonely most likely like men get when they think about it and probably - more than likely
They had too much liquor
The alcohol- and the way they talk
because they're drunk - they talk around women
And can’t see the barriers and can't see that they're seen sloppy drunk they say
Don't pay me any mind, I’m just crazy
And then they tap the sides of their head like it'll rattle
and they grin
that awkward, hanging grin
When their lips and tongue are thick their heads spinning and the room is turning around them
And he thinks I’m putting on a pretty good show
I’m drunk and I know it
Don’t show it too much
Want to be loose but not too loose and lose their respect and he thinks in the far back of what’s left functioning in that mind he's pickling
That because he can't see straight
that nobody else can either
But knowing they’re pretty drunk they stumble and sway towards the door because you don't score women when you're drunk
You just have some fun
And practice the lines you're too introverted to say sober you have some fun and kill another night
Stumbling and waving as they go thinking for the life of them
I’m crazy to be this drunk but I’m a crazy guy
Until they wake up the next morning and find out they're not crazy at all just sick
And it's the same-ol same-ol: job, wife or kids a pale sheet pulled over the world of lights and fancy
But I wake up the next day (woke up one day, that is) and find out
(found out)
No hang over just a spill-over
a continuation of what I thought had been a bad experience
and now it’s just my life
and life just kind of flip-flopped on me in the night
So I turned around walked away from the nice lady iknewjustasmidgenbetter in the deli
to tap the side of my head and grinned at her
a wide but fading grin
attempting to leer
poem by Tom Courtney
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Little girl! ! ! (please read my poems i want to know what u all think)
Little girl don't you cry, everything will be ok
Little girl please just listen to what i have got to say
Little girl make a wish, sit back, watch the stars and pray
Little girl some one will soon come along to help you guide your way
Little girl just relax and go and play
Little girl someone will be there to brighten up your day
Little girl your still young you have plenty of time
Little girl just talk to me then you'll be fine
Little girl im not a perfessional but il try my very best
Little girl i just dont like to see you in this horrible mess
Little girl take my hand, be happy don't be blue
Little girl im sorry to say but it was not true
Little girl dont you look for love, let it come and find you
Little girl you will just have to wait theres nothing else you can do
Little girl please stop sobbing, because you made a mistake
Little girl just remember its an easy thing to make
Little girl you got to beleive that is true
Little girl nobodys perfect not even you
Little girl your so special in your own little way
Little girl don't listen to what anyone else as got to say
Little girl i know it's hard, but please don't you give in
Little girl please be strong, dont ever let him win
Little girl you're not alone, that will always be true
Little girl so young and sweet, I'll always be hear for you
Little girl close your eyes and try and let the past go
Little girl if you dont give it a shot you will never know.
poem by Caz Faulkner
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what appears is what it is
that is how simple it is
and how beautiful can it be
a petal of a flower is nothing
but a petal of a flower
falling to the ground on a
windless day
caused by no other than
this pull of gravity
we watch a world unfolding
we only use words because there is a need to write
what beautiful thing we have seen
but there is more to the simplicity of all these things
those that we have seen and felt and
cannot completely tell you
even in the most simple words of our poetry
the experience of beauty is so personal
like how i experience the poetry of the heart
it is like this, no, it is like this... words fail now
(........)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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what appears is what it is
that is how simple it is
and how beautiful can it be
a petal of a flower is nothing
but a petal of a flower
falling to the ground on a
windless day
caused by no other than
this pull of gravity
we watch a world unfolding
we only use words because there is a need to write
what beautiful thing we have seen
but there is more to the simplicity of all these things
those that we have seen and felt and
cannot completely tell you
even in the most simple words of our poetry
the experience of beauty is so personal
like how i experience the poetry of the heart
it is like this, no, it is like this... words fail now
(........)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet XL: But Love
But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again,
Now whilst thy May hath fill'd thy lap with flowers;
Now, whilst thy beauty bears without a stain,
Now use thy Summer smiles ere Winter lours.
And whilst thou spread'st unto the rising sun,
The fairest flower that ever saw the light,
Now joy thy time before thy sweet be done;
And, Delia, think thy morning must have night,
And that thy brightness sets at length to west,
When thou wilt close up that which now thou showest,
And think the same becomes thy fading best
Which then shall hide it most and cover lowest.
Men do not weigh the stalk for that it was;
When once they find her flower, her glory pass.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Her Toenails Painted Pink
I dream I’m in a Parisian café
With a dark-haired girl
Wearing a yellow skirt revealing
Photographic sensual legs
That would later make me cry
All night in bed still pondering them.
I have so many of these
Intoxicating fantasies,
Massaging her delicate feet
And kissing her toes
With her toenails painted pink.
But then I find myself alone somewhere
On an impoverished street,
And I mostly see old ladies or poor kids
Riding their bikes on weed-infested sidewalks,
And I don’t reject but relish and celebrate the contrast,
It is all the poetry of God’s scattered
Beautiful humanity,
As if you could gather
Every amazing flower petal
On a single flower.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Your Wild Flower Of Mountain
Once upon a time was a wild flower,
Living in the mountains nearest sky and stars,
Other side of world was a young man living,
Seeking for the happiness of his life.
He was searching a wild flower,
A masterpiece of nature that fearless grew up,
A unique flower that lives lonely,
In a cold fresh breeze of mountain wind.
Seeking and seeking, finally you found her,
After a hard climbing on the rocks,
She was up on the peak of mountain,
In a wild rocky place.
You were astonished by her beauty,
You couldn't stop to stare at her,
She showed to you like an actress,
After curtains get opened on the stage.
She looked so strong to you, so pretty,
But also so charming and so delicate,
She knew you'll come and care for her,
All her life she was waiting for you.
Was enough only her petals to touch,
And she blossomed like a glowing smile,
Your face became so thrill and happy,
She was everything you ever wanted.
But hurry up, time is running,
Unfortunatelly never stops,
You have such precious moments with your wild flower to spend,
You waited for her so long and life never waits.
You took your gracious wild flower,
And nurtured her with love and faith,
Even you knew will last only a moment,
You gave her moments that she'll never forget.
But day to say good bye has come,
Sitting in your arms she closed her eyes and passed away,
Your face was last thing she wanted to see,
Before she got the last breath passing to eternity.
Don't waste your time, be with your loved one,
She is so special and so worthy in this shortless life,
Give to your wild flower of mountain your great love,
Don't wait for destiny from you to steal it.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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