Stones
Some are soft and smooth and small
Embedded in the sand
Some stay hidden
Like a memory a word
And some are swallowed by the rain
And some lye still and glisten after storms
And some are ochre
And some are dyed in crimson shades of red
And some are smooth soft pearls of sapphire blue
Gracing the sea and sand
And some are collected
Like afterthoughts
And some are forgotten rubbed clean
Some children turn them into trinkets
And some become dreams
Or lost down stream
And some are stripped clean
Placed on cluttered mantlepieces
Amidst photographs
And chiming clocks
And some are picked by idle schoolboys
Learning the art of war
Watching them turn the earth to red
Watching them hit the head of the bank
And fall unnoticed to the floor
And some become the stepping stones
Arrows that fly in foreign lands
The bitter pearls
That serve as markers of contempt
That turns a child's hands to war
yvette m smith feb 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Better Than This
I'd give anything, everything
To have something better than this
Look there, do you see it
Something hidden beyond the horizon
And I'll watch it in the rain pouring down
Turn into fog, just a mystery
He looks for a glance out the window
Sees me sitting there, watching, in the rain
I'd give anything, everything
To have something better than this
I see a memory, my memory
When I said, look there
But he didn't see it, never will see it
Something's there, hidden beyond the horizon
He turns, looks out the window
Sees me kissing my dreams in the rain
Turns away quickly with a bitter smile
Thinks I should be kissing him
But I'd give anything, everything
To have something better than this
That doesn't turn his back on my dreams
And I remember crying
Crying in the rain, talking to myself
I want a life better than this
So I fix my eyes on the horizon
There's something there, beyond the horizon
I'll quietly watch it
In the rain pouring down
Turn into fog, just a mystery
Now I have just a memory of that boy
He turned away from me for always with a bitter smile
But I know I don't feel that way
Anymore
Now I have something to do with my life
Something better than that
Because I fixed my eyes
On that something, beyond the horizon
That time when I wanted something
Something better than this
And I fulfilled my dreams
Beach
BEACH
soft, warm sand
smooth sand castles
white birds
salty, blue water
loud, giggly children playing
peaceful vacation
poem by Kera Davis
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A Pearls Worth
Silver pearls fall down her skin
She knows she must do it for she can't stay strong
For all she has to do is count to ten
She knows he's always wrong
Silver pearls fall down her face
In the dead of night, it is so dark
She stands in the room with fear, with hate
In her soul the pain he gave has left its mark
Silver pearls fall on the barrel
As she holds the gun in her hands
For long before this night their love grew stale
And oh how she thinks it is easy to hold life and death in her hands
Silver pearls fall over bruises, the pain
She bites her lip as she counts one... two
In her heart he's left the stain
She looks at his still body three... four
Silver pearls fall as she moves her hands
She walks to his side
In front of his face she stands
As her mind starts the chant 'he lied'
Silver pearls fall five... six
She holds the barrel to his head
Seven... Eight... she moves her feet just to stall
She knows it won't matter for she is already dead
Silver pearls shade her eyes
Nine... she counts on
her mind filled with his lies
Ten... her finger tightens as he opens his eyes
Silver pearls fall as she pulls the trigger, pulls the string
His eyes wonder, as he fades
His mouth moves, and she remembers the thing
Now she only see dark shades
Silver pearls fall as he leaves her, as she turns
Her daughter stands at the door at only six
Her hand turns
Her eyes search through the young girls eyes
Silver pearls fall as she mouths her last breath
The trigger is pulled as she sinks to her knees
The girls screams fill her mind, for she feels the hand of death
And only now she sees
Silver pearls fall as her daughter sinks to the floor
The pearls fill her eyes as she watches her daughter fade into black
She closes those tired eyes for now she knocks at heavens door
It's life she knows she lacked
Silver pearls fall as the rubies of blood over her face
As she goes, and says goodbye
She looks to the light, white as lace
As she rises into the sky
Silver pearls fall as her daughter waits
As she lays there with a cold heart
No feeling, no end, no clean slate
Silver pearls fall as she takes the dart
Silver pearls fall from her daughters eyes
The daughter she shall never hold again, never watch laugh
For now silver perls fall from her eyes
For only she knows the pain that she has left behind
Silver pearls so cold
Siver pearls worth more than gold
Silver pearls that haunt the girls dreams
Silver pearls that fell from her mothers eyes that night
Silver pearls fell down her skin
She knew she must do it for she couldn't stay strong
For all she had to do was count to ten
But now she knows she was wrong, now shes gone, as silver perls fall
(ok yeah this is my longest poems and probibly most confusing, so I guess I will make a summery: a lady was abused by he husband so in the night she kills him and then she turns to see her 6 year old daughter and kills herself and leaves her daughter alone. hope that helps, and I hope you like the poem)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Turn You Inside-Out
Divide your cultured pearls in haste
I'm looking for to lay to waste
Of all the things I cannot taste
and this not the racy race
They spoke loud
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
It's what you do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
Given the choice
Given the heart
Given the tool
Given the word
Given the cheers
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
It's what you do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
song performed by by R.E.M. from Green
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Turn You Inside Out
Divide your cultured pearls in haste
Im looking for to lay to waste
Of all the things I cannot taste
And this not the racy race
They spoke loud
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
Its what you do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
Given the choice
Given the heart
Given the tool
Given the word
Given the cheers
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
Its what you do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
song performed by by REM
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Hourglass Sand
Through the hourglass
watching
grains of sand falling.
I see time slipping by.
To myself I wonder.
Do we pass with such ease
through the hourglass of life?
Like tiny grains of sand cascading?
When that sand has gone.
Does that mean time has stopped
until I turn the glass over?
And the sand again begins to fall.
Through our hourglass
as we pass like grains of sand.
How many frowns can we turn to smiles?
How much good can we make from bad?
When our sand has run out.
Has our time stopped as well?
Who will turn over our hourglass?
Restart our time renew our opportunities?
poem by Kurt Hearth
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A Certain Form Of Autism
rain man
sun woman goddess
moon
stars night skies
crickets and yellow rivers
stones and sand
clocks and pearls
wind sons and chime daughters
all fools
in harmony.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Depression
They give you a pill for your depression
They say, 'It will soon go away'
They tell you it's a defect in your expression
It comes and goes like passing days
They tell you not to think in colour
'Try monochrome, or shades of grey'
They tell you not dream or think too deep
Or imagine living on a better stage
They give you a word for your depression
'feeling low or feeling blue'
They give you a place for your depression
A place they send the 'depressed to'
Of no direction, hope or purpose,
A gallery of muted faces
Who sit in silence devoid of violence
Watching the chairs and empty spaces
They send you to hell with your depression
Take your ID at the door
Relieve you of all your possessions
Leave you howling on the floor
I've seen them caged in adult cages
Past the stage of want and care
They leave them swaddled up like babies
And forget that they are even there
There is a name for depression
It's called 'extinction' learn it fast
The sand is falling quickly through,
Let's leave before the hour is past!
yvette m smith feb 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Turn, and Walk Away
i gave you all the dreams i had
i gave you all i am
now the times are hard and bad
dreams have crumbled in the sand
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away...
hungry eyes are distant now
you're lost inside yourself
you only feel what you allow
you've put me on the shelf
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away...
autumn slowly turns to winter
as leaves fall from the trees
you're staring through the window
as your tears begin to freeze
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Experience Pearls
Give me all your tears
Let me turn them into pearls
Let me turn all the tears
That youve cried into pearls
Hand them to me - Im gonna keep,
Keep them for you.
I want to hold you,
I want to kiss you.
I want to mend what is broken.
Love me the way that you loved her - please
Cause now Im giving it all -
And so Ive made up my mind - Im gonna be
Yours this time - Im gonna give what Ive got,
And get your love in return.
And so Ive made up my mind - Im gonna be
Yours this time - Im gonna teach you to trust
And learn how to burn -
Experience pearls
Pearls of experience
When sand strikes up in your eyes
I will cover your face.
Ill plant your desert with roses,
And Im gonna keep, keep them for you.
And so Ive made up my mind...
Ill wear your pearls more precious than silver
Ill wear your pearls so close to my skin.
Id tear myself apart just to get you -
And so Ive made up my mind...
And so Ive made up my mind...
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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The conversation
The tree was bare
The ripe fruits picked
Stored out of sight
The most important sign
Was found in absence
As if you and I were never here
And words had been the buffers
That diminished the silence
Almost to nothing
Not quite there yet
As if clocks had a different face
Turning in away from minutes
And scraped back hair
The table was full of distance
And safety
I imagined walking away
Steeped in white shores
Lost in the sand
Knowing the dots on the horizon
Were as strange as that familiar face
And with time shifting place
I would meet you again here
Always beginning
For the first time
[After conversations ended]
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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A tissue's lament
Once a perfect soft white sheet
Now a crumpled smelly rag
Once a song on a serene windchime
Now a broken chord in a backroom bar
Once innocent wrapped up in my pure white bed
And sheets of a hundred others
On which I rested my angelic head
Hopes smashed
Dreams of serviette fame defeated
Now blown away
Under a barrage of vulgar sneezes
No gentle soft lips to tap and pamper after meals
Only rough hands that grab
With old food long congealed
My hope for better things shattered, scattered torn
My dreams of being a 'Hollywood handkerchief flattened
Alas! never born
Only a snotty nostril symphony plays for me
In inharmonious keys
Once used up, scrunched up, and forgotten,
But still I dream of better things,
If only I' been made from cotton!
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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The Salty Sea
Oh, how I love the salty sea,
And if it were up to me,
I would stay there night and day,
While felling it's soft, sweet spray.
I would sit on the salty sea shore,
Watching the seagulls dip and soar.
I would sit on the sand, soft and white,
And stay 'till the sun was out of sight.
When the sea tide is low,
I will stay while it tickles my toes.
When the sea tide is high,
I will not bid it good-bye.
Oh, how I love the salty sea,
I wish it belonged just to me.
If I could hold my breathe forever,
I would never move, never!
So, on the sand I would lay,
And wait for the tide to take me away...
Oh, how I love the sea!
poem by Layla Stone
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Feelings...
actually we are falling
like rain
but the difference is that
we fall
upward
because we are transcendental
creatures
who know the cycles of light
and darkness
who know that life is a ring
there is no end to this falling
and so we
simply stay
there is no floor
we only dream of skies
no ceiling
we only have space beyond
and this pretty makes all interesting
together
we are actually floating in this fall
and so we simply feel
that we are watching things around
us
we invent television and
we sit by the sofa
and watch
there is no falling after all
we are here
dots on earth taken by its spins and
revolutions
we are like stones now
stable on the sand...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love is it?
Love what is love?
Is it a handbag, or glove?
Is it that certain look you wear?
At that certain time?
Is it the turn in the year?
Is it a sign?
And can we buy it?
And will we leave it all behind?
In the things shed
The skin surface of things
As they appear?
Will they dissapear?
Into the turn in the year
The being alone too much?
and the crowd who will see them
So many loves?
Do we even count them, know them?
Next year we will have forgotten
The first line of the song
That showered them in rain
And yet that first smile
Of your first love
Is still here
Standing in the shadows
Shedding light
And how much did it cost?
This love without money?
And was it worth the fall, into love?
yvette m smith july 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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From Blue to Blue You Choose
There are clouds above your storms...
Afraid to let Sun through.
Also empty wishes,
Have you feeling shades of blue.
On the dew...
At dawn.
There are clouds above your storms,
Only no one but you.
And...
That's the way it seems.
That's the way your dreams are too!
From blue to blue,
You choose!
Open up your windows.
Feel the breeze.
Let your heart breathe free.
There are clouds above your storms...
Afraid to let Sun through.
Also empty wishes,
Have you feeling shades of blue.
On the dew...
At dawn.
Clouds above your storms.
And they are there watching you.
Wanting to drift,
Away.
But you wish them to stay..
From blue to blue,
You choose.
The way your dreams are too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pre-Existence
I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.
My idle hands and fingers brown
Played with the pebbles grey;
The waves came up, the waves went down,
Most thundering and gay.
The pebbles, they were smooth and round
And warm upon my hands,
Like little people I had found
Sitting among the sands.
The grains of sands so shining-small
Soft through my fingers ran;
The sun shone down upon it all,
And so my dream began:
How all of this had been before;
How ages far away
I lay on some forgotten shore
As here I lie to-day.
The waves came shining up the sands,
As here to-day they shine;
And in my pre-pelasgian hands
The sand was warm and fine.
I have forgotten whence I came,
Or what my home might be,
Or by what strange and savage name
I called that thundering sea.
I only know the sun shone down
As still it shines to-day,
And in my fingers long and brown
The little pebbles lay.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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I Could Have Been....
there are so many things
already that i have forgotten
of which i may remember but always with
regret
i could have been something else other
than a hammer to a nail
i always dream of wings of a hawk
claws of an eagle i still detest
i could have been a cloud, soft and blue and
drifting
all over the world
watching glaciers break and fall and turn into a flood
or water
i could have gone back to where i was once a child
and do swimming in the river with my naked innocent friends
where we do not plan for the day
about what to eat and where to work next and next and next
i could have been so irresponsible and innocent and weak
and die without regret
young and will always be mourned and remembered and then
well oh well just like everything and everyone
being let go and simply be forgotten.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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