Did you?
Did you see the thoughts of my heart,
When tired, exausted, nearly frustrated,
Yet strong, with the head towards the stars,
I was working for your low rating?
Did you hear the whisper of your soul,
Ashamed, weak from lies and the fraud?
They both had thought you
were bolder,
They both were sure you were better brought,
But they were mistaken and upset:
Your better ego seems to be now dead.
Ivan Petryshyn Chicago Poetry SPJ
poem by Ivan Petryshyn
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Memoriae
The Sands of the Times go down,
Pressed by the winds of Space,
And in the wild, crazy race,
Still is alive the face
Of the Lady.
Never lazy,
the thought,
From the eternity brought,
Many a time had been fought
for the Mother.
I wouldn't bother
the memory,
Words, the gestures of hands:
Daring silhouette stands,
Just recollecting the right,
The beauty of day,
The calmness of voice,
The Starlight of eyes, -
Never expiring life,
Striving for love and for kindness,
Ever protecting the sons,
'thought tiredness.
Ivan Petryshyn Written on 11/28/06, Chicago
poem by Ivan Petryshyn
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SoUl prOviDer...inNer wHispers of my iNner thOughts...
(Sunday, January 18,2009}
I wanna be a sOul prOvider in every thOughts yOu have,
ToUching yOur inner depThs, inNer wHispers;
I wanna stay this way, hOnestly I do,
Hoping I won't get tiRed, I wOn't get weak...
The mornin' sun touches my cheeks,
As tears comes rushin' frOm deep;
Hmn...bite my liPs, bOw my heAd,
Hoping the sUn won't see my weep!
But I am a sOul prOvider to each and everyOne,
Extending my inner thoughts, read between the lines;
If anyOne is haUnted by my words, I apOlogize,
Am jUst sharing the inNer whispers of my inNer thOughts;
Hoping I am not mistaken nor misleading yOu, my friends! .
poem by InNer WhisPers
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A Toad With a Lisp?
You know what a fraud is?
'A frog? '
No!
A FRAUD.
'A toad with a lisp?
Man,
I don't know.
It's been a while,
Since I've visited this neighborhood.
Why...
You've got one in the house or something? '
I've begun to wonder,
Why I brought the subject up.
'Why don't you kill it.
You want me to kill it for you? '
No...
I'm cool.
But I have been given a lot of insight into you.
You are really quite innocent.
'You are not trying to approach me...
Are you?
'Cause you know I aint into that! '
You have no idea how grateful I am.
'Cool.
So...
You want me to help you catch the 'fraud? '
No!
My bad.
It was a mistaken identity.
'You still smoking that weed,
Huh? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wisper Your Secrets
Whisper your secrets into my skin,
Come out clean, I'll hold your sin.
Whisper your secrets to my lone heart,
Before our sin's poison gets a head start.
Whisper your secrets into my hair,
And each strand will hold a care.
Whisper your anger into my pale hands,
Hate in my fists only you you understand.
Whisper your anger in my fragile mind,
Let anger simmer over time.
Whisper your anger into my head,
And I'll repeat every word you said.
Whisper your love into my palms,
And you will feel my calm.
Whisper your love into my lips,
And we'll lose ourselves in ignorance bliss.
Whisper your love into my soul,
And I'll show you something beautiful.
Whisper your secrets into my ear,
And know not a soul will hear.
A Body
A body gets tired. A body gets weak,
too damned tired to even speak.
A body that's worked so hard everyday
is too damned tired to even pray.
A body that is slowly succumbing to fate
knows in its bones that it's too damned late.
And so it looks forward to a long sweet dream
one where it can awaken,
one where it will seem
as if the body does'nt count anymore.
For it is finished. Something else is in store.
No more aching, being tired and sore.
A body's just a body and now it is done.
No regrets are with you, not even one.
A soul's not tired. A soul's not weak.
A soul lives forever. It is unique.
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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On My Shadow's Head
You talk about law
You talk about fate
You talk about money
And finally hate
You're bringing me up
You're spinning me round
And I'm dancing now and you're shouting
at me from the crowd
You talk about wars
You talk to the stars
You cry with my soul
From a window with bars
You spirit me out you follow me home
You're walking on my shadow's head
I'm never alone
You martyr the good
Find food for the weak
You nourish the fool
With the wisdom you speak
You're haunting the man
Who shows no remorse
You're walking on my shadow's head
And changing my course
You talk about wars
You talk to the stars
You cry with my soul
From a window with bars
You spirit me out you follow me home
You're walking on my shadow's head
I'm never alone
You mock the sinner
Who's back of the street
Not convinced by his lies
You attack him in sleep
Then you punish the child
Years after the deed
You're walking on my shadow's head
So I never cheat
You talk about wars
You talk to the stars
You cry with my soul
From a window with bars
You spirit me out you follow me home
You're walking on my shadow's head
I'm never alone
You martyr the good
Find food for the weak
You nourish the fool
With the wisdom you speak
You're haunting the man
Who shows no remorse
You're walking on my shadow's head
And changing my course
I thought I could handle myself, but you
raised the alarm.
I was driven by ancient forces, and you
were always with me -
Breathing deeply, laughing freely, beating
evil.
And for ever I can hear and see you,
staring into the eyes of your endless faces
Never looking for escape, just a new shape
Still talking, still talking
Walking on my shadow's head
I will see you when we're all dead
Walking on my shadow's head.
Still talking
Walking on my shadow's head
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Whisper
Whisper it to my ears,
Just whisper it to my soul,
This soul that is lost within these walls,
Watch as it falls,
I hear it whispering within these halls,
The halls that remain silent within this tragedy,
Tragedy of a broken rose,
That rose must rise once more,
That rose is your heart,
You heart that needs to beat,
Whisper,
Whisper it gently,
Whisper it to my heart,
My heart that once was whole,
Just whisper those words I been wanting to hear.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Frustrated
Im frustrated cuz i cant tell if it's real
Frustrated because i don't know how you feel.
Im frustrated cuz you didnt call last night.
Frustrated because there is no trust.
Im frustrated cuz i need you night and day
Frustrated because i can't have things my way.
Im frustrated cuz you never want to hold my hand.
Frustrated because im starting to understand.
Im frustrated cuz we cant be together.
Frustrated because i'll remember you for ever.
poem by Isabel Vicuna
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My Life, My Trial
Darkness has many secrets
But daytime shows all
My life is torn to pieces
But I will remain strong
Angels sing above me
But demons drag me to hell
I see my life before me
Like I’m under a type of spell
I await my trial in my cold, dead heart
And whisper these lies that will tear me apart
But when I am free, then you will suffer
My blade will go through your middle
And your blood will cleanse my torture.
This is my Life, My Trial
The plead for innocence is not for a while.
My heart is a cold, dead being
But my time has yet to be seen
So argue for your guilty innocence
While mine is to be guilty of conscience
So bleed from your mouth
And screw with my head
I will not rest until it is you who is dead.
I savor your inner-being
But it is you who will not be seeing
The lies and mockery of the everlasting soul
Will be yours to behold
In the Temples of Hell of which I am
Knowledge and power is mine to command
poem by Shaughnessy Turner
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Sick And Tired (song)
Afraid to love and afraid to trust
I stand here today with a harden crust
I’m fragile and I’m weak but I have to be
Strong and tough but I just can’t see
All the lies that they have told me
To my face and
To my face and
To my face and
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the lies
All the lies
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the pain
All the pain
I don’t wanna be scared
I don’t wanna pretend
Anymore
Scared to love
And scared to trust
Pretending to be strong
With a hard crust
But deep inside
I’m weak and torn
And I’m trying to hide
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the lies
All the lies
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the pain
All the pain
I don’t wanna be scared
I don’t wanna pretend
Anymore
Unable to do what I wanna do
Unable to feel what I wanna feel
Unable to see what is meant to be
I can only wish that this wasn’t me
I can only wish that this wasn’t me
Cause I am
Afraid to love and afraid to trust
I stand here tonight with a harden crust
I’m fragile and weak but I have to be
Strong and tough but I just can’t see
All the lies that they told me
And I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of lies and pain
I don’t wanna be scared and pretend
Anymore
I can only wish that this wasn’t me.
poem by Tessa Monaghan
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Little Green Men
Little Green Men
I lay in the sand gazing at the stars through glassy eyes
Sound has been taken, stolen away, pain is no more
As I start to fade into a sea of unknown darkness
My eyes finally close
I am moving, though I know not how, fear has overcome me
Eyes still shut I dare not open
This world I’m in makes no since for I am here
But have not taken a single breath
Peaceful melody the sun is shining
I hear two little boys one laughing one crying
Eyelids creep open, one than another
Two little boys surrounded by little green men
Some held pistols and others had rifles
I know these boys! The one laughing is me
My little green men were victorious that day
They fought the evil army of my brother John K.
He cries, I laugh and say
War is for the strong and keen of heart
You are dead, all of your men are Dead, Dead, Dead
I don’t want to die big brother why must I die
This game of War is not fair I don’t wanna Die.
Gasping and wheezing, blood in my eyes
I lay in the sand gazing at the sky
Pain has returned, and I hear every scream.
Off in the distance a voice i know well yells out
I don’t want to die big brother why must I die!
Why, Why, Why big brother, why must I die!
I brought him to war, a game all I thought
Little green men danced in my head
Fun and adventure was all that I sought
Now I lay here alone, my men their all dead
War is for the strong and keen of heart
I lay and laugh for what else to do
Cry then die, littlle brother ill see you soon
Little green men danced in my mind
I love you Little Brother, we both lost this time
poem by Brian Hayden
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What Does Poetry Mean To Me
What does poetry mean to me
What do I get from a poem
Good poetry is a rhapsody
That makes my spirit roam
What does poetry mean to me
What do I get from an ode
Good poetry is the world to me
It is the mother lode
What does poetry mean to me
What do I get from a verse
Good poetry makes my soul soar free
And lifts the darkest curse
What does poetry mean to me
A sorry sonofabitch
Good poetry grabs me by the balls
And makes my life seem rich
What does poetry mean to me
An ageing U3Aer
Good poetry takes me back to youth
To when I was a player
What does poetry mean to me
A frustrated would-be bard
Good poetry trips not off my pen
It’s far too blooming hard
I Hear Within Myself The Greater Lines Of Others
I HEAR WITHIN MYSELF THE GREATER LINES OF OTHERS
I hear within myself the greater lines of others-
I began to write ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’
I thought ‘Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way’
I felt ‘When you are old and grey and full of sleep’
I thought again ‘Doth God exact day – labor light denied? ”
I felt in my soul ‘Ah love let us be true to one another For the world which lies before us like a land of dreams ‘
Inside me I heard ‘The world is filled with the grandeur of God’
Time after time I repeated ‘O cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right’-
All in me is poetry more than my own
‘Oh to be in England, now that April’s here’
'Oh wild west wind thou breath of autumn's being'
I do not know how to stop the lines -
More in me than myself is the Poetry of others
And where I begin must end a greater Beauty not my own-
Oh Poem Oh Poetry Oh Poets of the Past
Oh Light of the world greater than my own small light-
Oh singing in the wilderness a song not my own
Oh much more than I can ever be
Others’ Poetry.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Weak
(1) Lost in time
I can't count the words
I said when I thought
They went unheard
All of these harsh thought
So unkind
"Cause I wanted you
I wanted you
And now I sit here
I'm all alone
So here sits a bloody mess
Tears fly home
A circle of angels
Deep in war
'Cause I wanted you
I wanted you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Deep as I am
I'm no one's fool
Weak as I am
So what am I now
But love's last home
I'm all of the soft words
I once owned
If I opened my heart
There'd be no space for air
'cause I wanted you
I wanted you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
I'm too much for you
Deep as I am
I'm no one's fool
Weak as I am
With this changing soul
In this weak old heart
Oh baby, ain't I too much for you
With this changing soul
In this weak old heart
Oh baby, ain't I too much for you
[Repeat (1)]
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as 'I'm nobody's fool
Deep as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
I'm too much for you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
I'm nobody's fool
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Stay Young
One way out is all you're ever gonna get
From those who'll hand it out don't never let it upset you
Cos they'll put words into our mouths they're making us feel so ashamed
Making us take the blame
Making us cold in the night
Making us question my heart and soul
And I think that it's not quite right
Hey! stay young and invincible
Cos we know just what we are
And come what may we're unstoppable
Cos we know just what we are
Feed your head with all the things you need
When you're hungry
Stay in bed and sleep all day as long as it's Sunday
Cos they'll put words into your mouth they're making you feel so ashamed
song performed by by Oasis from The Masterplan
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My mind will prevail.....
These thoughts,
I keep fighting.....
as if it's not in my control.
What I realize now,
my life......
It's up to me.
This tired, chained up person.....
I was always free.
Locking away my inner beauty...
tiring down my beautiful soul....
I am worth it,
I do want more.....
one foot in front of the other,
my mind I control.
I'm filling my head with thoughts of love,
for me,
and my GOD above.
Dismiss me as weak,
your own life is what you need to seek.
For now...
I'm humble,
not weak.
My mind controls the life I seek! ! ! ! ! !
The Real Me
The real me,
I'm living my life the best I can.
Sometimes I'm happy
Sometimes I'm the smart ass
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
Sometimes I'm angry
Sometimes I'm Upset
Sometimes I'm flustered
Sometimes, is as i am.
No reason to worry about my past
No reason to worry about my future
It is the here and now.
And when I'm down and out I write
To bear the light in my soul so bright
I got to keep it strong
When I get burnt I need ice
And this is my device
It heals
Its my window into a world that as i will it i make it
In my fantasy, is the love i need
Its healing powers are beyond the greatest divinity.
It is my angel whisper in the night.
It is the stars held above my head so high
It is to keep me alive
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Can You Hear Them?
So sick and tired of living
And so afraid to die
I've lived so many lives
And still I wonder why
The way the world perceives me
Is not the way I am
The one half thinks I'm crazy
The other thinks I'm mad
I spent a long long time alone in my room
I need your help to get me out of this gloom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Ten thousand million nightmares
Temptation by the score
I used to get so high
And still I wanted more
You think my time is wasted
In search of who I am
I tried to so hard to kill
The boy inside the man
I spent a thousand years one night in my room
I've lived so many lives and that is my doom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
I never thought I'd smile again
Always thought I'd be here on my own
Sometimes when I'm down
You come and save me again
And again
And again
And again
I'll never understand it
It makes no sense at all
Just look at what I've done
It's time to count the score
I've spent a long long time alone in my room
I need your help to get me out of this gloom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne from Down To Earth
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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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Frustrated Again
Muir-Trujillo-
Frustrated again! (4x)
Destroy my vision - mental collision. The purpose
fading - you keep me waiting
Like stuck in traffic - my thoughts go static again
Frustrated again! (4x)
Start with lying - there's no denying. My mind starts
slippin' - mentally trippin'
Your apathy - comes right back to me
Frustrated again! (4x)
(lead)
Frustrated again! (2x)
Your rationale - don't understand how. Lose
concentration - find more frustration
Learned no lesson - but you keep messin' with me
Frustrated again
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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