Dimensional
A frost-bitten tree
carried bare back
the fate of a thousand winters.
A transformed cloud
still withers away,
whether by rain or snow,
it can't win.
Stuck between your rock,
and his hard place. My
Sun, never seems to set.
Fate has had at it,
and now bounces the ball towards
a new direction. One in which
Love finds harmony in the serenity
of solitude, but lust is just foreboding
me.
poem by Ryan Arthur Walker
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Fate-4
Fate is cruel
when moist honey lips in other`s tongue
Fate is lust
when moiest honey lips in my tongue
Fate is hell
when true love battered
Fate is pleasure
when other`s love on bed
Fate is vivid
when she opened her legs for me
Fate is vicious
when I am naked on another`s split
Fate is pain
when both of us on yet another`s split and jerks
Fate is what a fail in harmony
what we lost in love
where we lost hardwork
and when our will buried under
Fate rule us............
poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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A Winters Poem
The cold air swaying through my hair,
The frost on my fingertips, I just can't bare.
The dark, windy nights,
Enough to blow a thousand kites,
The little snow that there is,
The blossoms in the spring I do miss.
Birds hop along the snow looking for food,
While people in their houses try to get into a happier mood.
All the animals keep warm in teams,
As the winters snow glitters with gleam.
poem by Natalie Clyne
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(V – 2010) The Serenity of Solitude
At times lonely
When we go for a solitary walk
Down the silent valley of solitude:
As we whisper a casual word
It echoes back to us with a renewed energy!
That’s the serenity of solitude.
As we throw a casual glance
It captures for us a hitherto unseen beauty!
That’s the serenity of solitude.
As we touch a casual thought
It blooms before us as profound poetry!
That’s the serenity of solitude.
At times busy
Something entices us to take a solitary walk –
That’s the serenity of solitude!
On Most Surfaces
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where I go
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
song performed by by The Gathering from Nighttime Birds
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The Tree
Oh to be free of myself,
With nothing left to remember,
To have my heart as bare
As a tree in December;
Resting, as a tree rests
After its leaves are gone,
Waiting no more for a rain at night
Nor for the red at dawn;
But still, oh so still
While the winds come and go,
With no more fear of the hard frost
Or the bright burden of snow;
And heedless, heedless
If anyone pass and see
On the white page of the sky
Its thin black tracery.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Antarctica
Jim Moginie/Rob Hirst/Martin Rotsey/Peter Garrett)
I'm a snow plow
I must now plough on
I'm a snow plough
I'm a settler's son
I'm a storm cloud
Rain myself all over the place
I'm a storm cloud
Wipe that smile right off your face
There must be one place left in the world
Where the mountains meet the sea
There must be one place left in the world
Where the water's real and clean
I'm a landslide
I'm a downhill run
I'm a landslide
Open season's just begun
There must be one place left in the world
Where the skin says it can breathe
There's gotta be one place left in the world
It's a solitude of distance and relief
There's gotta be one place left in the world
I'm a snow plough
There has to be one place left in the world
I'm a snow plough
One place
One place left in the world
I'm a short fuse
I'm a snow blues
I'm a landslide hummin' I'm a downhill runnin'
There must be one place left in this world
Where we can be
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Karma
I often hear
Why should I exercise?
I leave my health to fate
Why should I work hard?
I leave it to fate
As if fate
Will do wonders
Without any effort
Do not depend
On fate
Believe it or not
Karma
Ensures fate
Start before you are
Late
You may not have to
Repent later and
&
Curse fate
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow
Just like a rose that blooms yet withers away;
we are here to live but not here to stay.
We need to learn to love, forget how to hate;
and free ourselves from a terrible fate.
We are here today, yet gone tomorrow;
so leave estray all doubt and sorrow;
soon we'll be gone and some be damned to Hell;
stand firm on the Rock and all will be well.
We need to wake up and open our eyes;
so that we may see through all of our lies.
Life is fragile yet it can end unexpectedly.
So why do we still see blindly?
We are only here today, yet we'll be gone tomorrow;
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Stuck Within The Bright Green Serrated Cloudy Muck and oh God What Have I Done?
Oh Fate Oh Fate Oh Fate
Caked with your self loathing vanity
Bring my love to me
Stuck within the bright green serrated blades of his own ideal deity
His soft black ribbons round my tongue
Strangling me
Oh Love Oh Love Oh Love
His name embroidered on my heart
All fresh and new
The puncture wounds don't even hurt that much
And when you decide to pull the thread
These scars will replace your name instead
But that's ok
You see I've got a collection here
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye
I should have seen this coming from the time you closed me eyes
And I probably did
I KNOW I KNOW I knew right from the start that you loved your ideas more than you ever would me
And even though you say you still love me
I know I'm not the air that fills up your lungs
And I'm not tears running down your cheeks
I'm not the song stuck in your head
I'm just the rain against your windshield
Slowly but surely getting wiped away
Feverishly hanging onto the sidelines
Knowing I'll be gone by the time the sun comes up
poem by Audrey Stephenson
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The fate of a life
Everybody
Lives In hope
Have l
Two of faith in fate
Keeps on working
Trying to fulfill
The dreams
One saw
If one succeeds
Its hard work for
Him
Fate for others
If he fails
It’s fate for him
Lack of hard work
For others
Life
Goes on and on
End of the day
When one dies
It’s the fate
Which seals
The fate of a life
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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A Tale of Teenage Lust
There's nothing quite like teenage lust,
All the Maybe and the MUST,
Hiding in the school latrine
Where you can't be heard and can't be seen.
There's nothing quite like teenage lust
When your boring teacher hasn't sussed
What you've done or where you've been
With thoughts both lurid and obscene.
But what about the Lonely One
Who's had his solitary fun
And finds he simply can't relate
(He only knows how to masturbate!) ?
He doesn't see the point of it all,
So he turns his tearful face to the wall,
He'll never find a loving mate
But solitude will be his fate,
So with a little selfish pride
He gets his kicks in suicide.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Chill
A shining coil of wind
Carried away the last leaves
Black Birds final calling
Upon Winters sleeves
Snowflakes slide
Laying comforters of white
Snow Angels rejoice
At rest come the night
Morning unbuttons
To a glassy grey glaze
Winters come calling
Through frost misted haze
poem by Theodora Onken
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Stars
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
poem by Robert Frost
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Always on My Mind (song lyrics)
I keep seeing you everywhere I go,
and I don't want to, but I don't know
how to get you off my mind,
I try but it's not workin' / baby I keep seein' you / don't know what to do
~Chorus:
I guess no matter how hard I try
I just won't ever get you, off my mind,
and some people would say its fate
and that I should get you back if its not too late, ~
you know I'm one of those people who always fall for fate,
yet in my heart I know, it's just too late,
I ride by your place every once in a while,
hopin' maybe I still make you smile
and I don't know, what to do,
cause in my heart, I still want you
~Chorus (x2) :
I guess no matter how hard I try
I just won't ever get you, off my mind,
and some people would say its fate
and that I should get you back if its not too late,
and I guess no matter how hard I try
I really won't ever get you outta my mind
and some people, they try to say it's fate
and that I should get you back if its not too late (it's too late) ~
I guess I'll keep ridin' by your place,
and I guess I'll keep trying not to break,
into a million pieces, everytime I see you,
I guess it's truely, truely,
I guess it's truely too late.
poem by Countrygrl 1009
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The Poem Tree
The poem tree is a very safe haven,
for birds and fowl, a hawk, a raven, or
a little barn owl.The tree could be a
silhouette, or the finest place to raise
your pet.The poem tree could bear
the fruit of life.Such as apples and
pears, with morning dew.A wonderful
place to play the flute.The poem tree
could have a nest.Giving birds with
eggs, a place to rest.It could capture
a kite who someone lost, or be bitten
by the morning frost.It could capture
a balloon, which went astray, or drop
all its leaflets by the bay.The poem
tree could have a lollipop, or maybe
a candycane, umbrella branches, to
stop the rain.The tree could protect
all animals, from an oncoming flood,
and keep all the tree bugs out of the
mud.Above the tree the sun will shine.
Home for a raccoon, or a porcupine..
The Poem Tree by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011.All rights reserved.
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Love: My fate (Radha-25)
My fate is not in my hand now
Handful of solitude falls off my hand
Even if the dead banyan tree
Laughs at me
In this my fate
To be lighted time and again
Through darkness.
You, the goal of my everything
My laughter or my crying
My every other thing's fate, you are
I recognise your name only
Among thousands of words
Hey words!
Don't touch me,
Be off and get away
And don't ty to
distract me from my meditation.
Don't you know
I become motionless
When you go to sleep
And I used to swim across Yamuna river
When you shed tears.
Tell me the truth
What is there in store for me
In my fate
Is there a big stone beneath the well
How many ages would I stare at
The darkness!
How much time
I am destined to
To be in the whirlpool?
poem by Subrat Pradhan
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Analysis Of Baseball
It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
Ball hits
bat, or it
hits mitt.
Bat doesn’t
hit ball, bat
meets it.
Ball bounces
off bat, flies
air, or thuds
ground (dud)
or it
fits mitt.
Bat waits
for ball
to mate.
Ball hates
to take bat’s
bait. Ball
flirts, bat’s
late, don’t
keep the date.
Ball goes in
(thwack) to mitt,
and goes out
(thwack) back
to mitt.
Ball fits
mitt, but
not all
the time.
Sometimes
ball gets hit
(pow) when bat
meets it,
and sails
to a place
where mitt
has to quit
in disgrace.
That’s about
the bases
loaded,
about 40,000
fans exploded.
It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
the mitt,
the bases
and the fans.
It’s done
on a diamond,
and for fun.
It’s about
home, and it’s
about run.
poem by May Swenson
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Fate Stay With Me
What did you think Id be doing now
While you left me, I was thinking aloud
Would there be no end to my sorrow
Will I make it through tomorrow
Chorus:
Let the autumn leaves fall
The chilly raindrops freeze
The white snow melts
Ill just sail on those seas
Fate, fate, fate stay with me
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be free
Fate, fate, fate stay with me
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be free
That wouldnt be any fun
Id rather be lying on the sun
Together alone with you
Beneath the sky of blue
Repeat chorus
Tell me! tell me!
Will my light be blown out crying
Baby! baby!
I feel as though Im dying
Fate, fate, fate
Repeat chorus into fade
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Fate Factor
You choose your fate
By the things you do
If you are good
Your fate will be too
Fate does not choose you
It won’t take time to choose you
Just watch what you do
And fate will be good to you
A fate worse than death
For being bad that’s what you get
I’ve been there and back
So I know the facts
Take my advice
Live life right
Just do onto others good
And fate will do onto you
Follow one of the golden rules
Do onto others what you,
Want them to do onto you
And that’s how you choose your fate
poem by LaTisha Parkinson
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