Envy
though I have penned down
a lot of qualities of you
inspite you have given me a single clue
I am the only person on the earth
who has loved you since his birth
loving you, for me, was such a fun
that I forget that you have forgotten
that only person on the earth
who has loved you since his birth
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Uniforms
(3/9/12)
So many uniforms worn in this life, and inside them
You'll find your loved ones -your soul mate
Son, daughter, husband, or wife.
Firemen, policemen, nurses, and military too
They all have a job to do.
And as you look at them with pride
You thank god they're by your side.
The uniform does not make the person
But the person makes the uniform.
Because in it they pour the heart and soul
And it's there where they belong.
The firemen and women who run into a burning house
The cop who goes into the line of fire
The nurse who held their hand on you to stop the bleeding
And of course the military soldier
Who protects our country day and night
And will give up their lives in a fight.
Yet we do not stop and say:
"Thank you for all that you do
I am very proud to know you."
Their uniforms are just their shells
And at times they go thru hell.
But there is a person who never wore a uniform
But created all of them who wear it.
He is all these people rolled into one
He is "GODS SON".
He made these uniforms so that we can see their worth
And it was given to them from their birth.
So many uniforms to show what we do
But it doesn't show the inner you.
This uniform is seen only by god
It is called the human heart.
This uniform can not be replaced
by anything on this earth
For it was given by god at our birth.
We can be as beautiful or as vicious
As any animal on this earth, or as
Soft and sensitive as the most delicate flower
This is given to us from the lords powers.
Let us rejoice in what he has given
And make this life " worth living".
© L.Rams
poem by Louis Rams
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Birth Love
My love is like a birth
Happens once, once for a soul
Cute face and tiny structure
Loved by all as a child
Even I got the care and love
All the joys and happiness on earth
But only for somewhile and sometime
As a man passes his infancy and gets adult.
All I know is my love remains in me
As an infant child of innocence
As the essence and childhood memories
It comes before me when I think
Think of myself with them and her.
Going with Keat's and his dogma
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
Love is birth, birth love
This is all you know about birth
This is what you need to know of love.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Wrong Person
Once you have come to that wrong person
And have not tell him what you want,
In your heart the light you have turned on
Have not enlightened the heart of that wrong person.
Is that the reason that you have gone
Very far away without saying any word of forlorn?
But why he makes mistakes, why he fails,
You have never understood him, you have never known.
That person loves a wrong woman
And does not turn from her though he gets pain.
Is the pain you have gotten for loving him the reason
That in the feeling of pique you have left him alone?
From the heart of that person
He also loved you once in any unknown reason;
Suddenly a mistake drove him to a storm
And took him away very far from (you) .
Now that person burns in regret,
What his fault is that you have left (him) .
You are not with him now a days,
There is no solace to forget pains.
He knows that he has done wrong in everything,
May be death will be the pay for his wrongdoing.
poem by Riffat Samad
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I'd Rather Be Loved
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be painted...
As somebody that I aint,
To then be tainted.
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be sainted.
As someone that's depicted,
In a way to be shamed.
And by...
The light of the moon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
And by...
The dawn until noon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
And,
Seen to be the person that I am.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
By somebody who completely understands.
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And...
By that one who knows and understands.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And,
When night falls we know there's no demands.
And...
When night falls we're there and understand.
And...
We know what we do and what we can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The humiliation
Sheela loved me but not loved
Enough to marry me.
I was not equal to her by birth.
I was humiliated.
I loved Meena but not loved
Enough to marry her.
She was not equal to me by birth.
She was humiliated.
Humiliation suffered
By the humiliation inflicted
Is cancelled and justified.
No suffering is undeserving.
06.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Mother
every day
every single day
you carry on your way
no disgust shown
not tired or worn
not a dropp of sweat from your brow
kisses the ground
with that pleasant smiley round
every day
every single day
you carry on your way
not a duty or compulsion you show
you touch every bit of this earth
that you have given birth...with joy
you touch every life on this earth
that it has given birth..with pride and joy
the granny and mummy you are
that pleasant smiley round...THE SUN
with that joy in your face
every day
every single day
you carry on your way
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Don't Forget About Me
I knew that you were lonely,
Now you are married.
Don't forget about Me.
I know that you now have a family,
Your son, your daughter, the new baby.
Don't forget about Me.
I know that bills are due,
You don't have a clue,
About what you are going to do.
I know that life gets busy,
Sometimes even life's
Tragedies can try to make you worried.
Don't forget about Me.
I know that you can't always,
Go to church daily.
Don't forget about Me.
I know you got a great job recently,
Now you are moving,
To home that is more comfy.
Don't forget about me.
I am God,
I made the heavens and the earth.
I knew you before your birth.
I have heard all of your prayers.
I have taken care of your needs.
Don't forget about Me.
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Sonnet: All Countries Are Interdependent
Each country is dependent on the next;
This important axiom is forgotten;
If the rich control the poor on some pretext;
The next must work for you to you fatten!
Events are all ephemeral on earth;
No nation thrives by its own toil/effort;
That is a limit to a person’s girth;
You need the Maker’s blessings since your birth.
A nation’s problems are quite intricate;
Advantages are there with poverty;
The good, you must with labor imitate;
At any time can come adversity.
But remember, the brotherhood of men;
All earthlings are meant for both earth/Heaven.
poem by John Celes
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New Birth of Freedom
A new birth of freedom
has come
we have won
won we have
slave are now saviour
we have been discriminated
by them but thank
GOD for changes'
learning your language
and teaching you your
language 'many has lost
their lifes just to
see this day
many are living by
instalment just to touch
this day' should i
call them casualties but
what a bloodless war
we have fought
what a troubadour we
have traverse
nomatter what change we can
its really a birth
of a new freedom
our shame has turn
into fame
the disregard has become
the most powerful person
on earth
change we can
A new birth of freedom
has come we are
now equal amongs them
no more discrimination and
humiliation
better is not good
enough the best is
yet to come.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Sonnet I
Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,
Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well
Believed her able on earth to love and dwell
With whatso man she set her love upon;
But as I wandered once when day was done
Beside the murmuring, moon-lit ocean-swell,
Sudden thy silent beauty on me shone,
Fair as the moon had give thee all her spell.
Then, as Endymion had found on earth,
In unchanged beauty but in fashion changed,
Her whom I loved so long; so felt I then,
Not that a new love in my heart had birth,
But that the old, that far from reach had ranged,
Was now on earth, and to be loved of men.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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Talk Back With 'Tude
How does one explain things?
Like a naturalness known from birth.
Or having an ability to do something done...
It may take others time to digest and rehearse.
And how should one react,
To a compliment given?
Sometimes saying just thank you...
A frowning reception comes with that.
As if something else is expected,
To be said next.
How does one respond,
To questions asked since 'birth'?
'Are you still doing what you did before?
Or are you still making up your mind...
Trying to find yourself? '
And if that person should say,
'I've been doing what I do.
And I've been doing that everyday! '
Some folks are prone to scan from head to toe...
As if they detect sarcasm,
To an answer that is truthfully something they did not know!
And the person scanned from head to do...
Becomes continually disrespected,
Since they give the impression
Something done they do,
Is secretly hidden from those who gossip...
Awaiting fresh news.
But only the sameness they get!
'Hey,
Aint nothing different!
I've been doing this since I've learned how to walk.
And talk back with 'tude! '
~Yeah...
Whatever.
You need to come down to Earth.
And stop trying to be something you're not.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The word mother
The word mother,
Has a secret power,
Whenever I'm in danger,
You'll be there.
The word that gives me power,
The word that protects me,
The word that accompanys me,
Is you, my mother.
The person that encourages me,
The person that gives me confidence,
The person that gives me motivation,
Is you again, my mother.
The person that gave birth to me,
The person that cares for me,
The person that feed me,
The person that teaches me,
It's you, my mother
Happy mothers day!
poem by Winter Galz
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When A Person Does Not Know What To Do With Himself
WHEN A PERSON DOES NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF
When a person does not know what to do with himself
When a person feels empty
When a person feels everything he had done and everything he can do do is meaningless
When a person is bored
When a person does not know what to do with himself
And wonders why he is on this earth
And how he will endure more of it
When a person does not know what to do with himself
He must do any little thing he can do
To get himself going-
He must wash the dishes or clean the house or take something to eat or take a small walk or read a page
Or do any one of a million or more other small things to get himself going
And once he is going he must somehow go on and on and from this to something else
So that at some point somewhere along the way somehow
He is doing something
Perhaps not that great
But doing something
And in doing something
Perhaps forgetting about himself
A bit
Perhaps.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Hold On Lynette The Horses Are Coming
Lynette was a beautiful baby
A true joy to her ma and pa
Free from oriningal sin she was
The whole family was in awe
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
One day she woke with fever
There was snow and wind and cold
The car was stuck at the end of the drive
To the doctor they could not go
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Quick hook-up the team and the sleigh
By horse she'll surely make it
Hold on Lynette the horses are coming
Let's take some time to say how much we love you
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Manes a flyin' tales a whippin'
The horse's plowed right through
Muscles a bulgin' and hides a sweating
Let's take some time to say how much we love you
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Well by horse they surely made it
By horse they surely did
Just in time to tell them
There was nothing they could do for her
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
She was loved loved loved
Well, for all those ma's and pa's out there
Who've lost their little ones
This songs not about a child dying
It's of a parent's love
One day on earth is just the same
as one year or fifty or a hundred
The only difference my friends
Is in the love you been giving and receiving
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Hold on Lynette the horses are coming
Let's take some time to say how much we love you
poem by Atty Davis
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Memories
Memories have no age, no death but birth.
They come out not as per seniority.
Love and hatred have given them birth.
Pain and pleasure are their end products.
Joy and sorrow are their finished goods.
They tell me to love or hate a person.
They tell me to fear or scare a person.
Memories are the soul’s manifestation.
05.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Born On Earth
How many have you given birth,
Mother earth, Mother earth?
Bore them here to drink your rain,
bore them here to feel your pain?
You cannot count them though you try,
not until you feel them die.
One by one they came to you
and one by one they left your view.
They plowed your fields and reaped your seed
and ate of you to fill their need.
Some were kind and pure of heart,
some foolhardy from the start.
How many came and breathed your air
and offered thanks and gave you prayer?
Did you keep a record of each brave soul
or just use yourself to cover the hole
that waits and observes their destiny
and accepts their bodies with sympathy?
How many more will you give birth
to stake their claim upon your earth?
Too many, too many I'm afraid
and for most a terrible price will be paid.
How many have you given birth
Mother earth, Mother earth?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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You speak to me and say
Cherish
The brilliance of the day,
Come what may
The warmth descending from our sun
Which coddles each and everyone
The breath of life on this planet earth
Until our death, from our inconsequential birth
Thank you, Oh great uncaused first cause,
Whoever you are, wherever you may be,
Because
I am so glad to be around
To hear each and every sound
See each and every sight
Experience every single day and every single night
To breathe each and every breath
From my birth until my death
And waste not one single second
Of your great gift - this is my bond.
poem by Terry Brewer
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(My Love) Heaven Descends On Earth
Wrapped in your arms
Souls entwined
Floating in love's whipped cream
Silver lined
Heaven descends on earth.....
Swimming rose petals
Heady wine
A poem befalls upon us
God's sign
Heaven descends on earth......
Long nights of passion
Nine to nine
Climbing peaks unimagined
Finding our shrines
Heaven descends on earth.....
Completing each other
Love divine
Birth after birth after birth
Forever thine
Heaven descends on earth.....
poem by Renu Rakheja
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From the Heart of a Child
When I was born no one want me.
The called me baby girl I had no identity.
I was in this world alone.
I had no place to call home.
At first I thought I go through life with no where to belong.
Fighting to survive all on my own,
but then I met you.
A person who made all my dreams come true.
For you gave me an identity.
You made my dream a having a home a reality.
Although you weren’t the mother of my birth.
You’re the only mother I have loved on this earth.
I would like to thank you mother for making me feel worthwhile.
This poem is a tribute to you; from the heart of your child.
Even though people may be well known, they hold in their hearts the emotions of a simple person for the moments that are the most important of those we know on earth: birth, marriage and death.
quote by Jackie Kennedy
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