For The Reader
Thier tortured soul will climb into this blind
And thier words will mingle with mine
In thier mind, they'll think of the ideals
A shride of pride for this moment in time,
When our mind's eye do intertwine
And everything clicks for a mild moment
The humor will bring them up, though they're never really down
Smiles pound thier heart from the inside out
They'll pry and try to get inside, behind these battered eyes
This person will read my poem and for a spliced moment,
Realize and get it
The message of feelings underneath
They could be any color, or mind, from any walk of life
But if they give my try some attention
They are not only the reader, but also
The Intention
poem by Lauren Miller
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With pen in hand.
I have been blessed
Reading of the manic, the happy
And the stressed.
Prodded on by hunting poems web site,
I try to rhyme with all my might.
Who would of guessed?
I am sourronded by peers,
Who write about fears and fantasy,
Birds dogs and gators.
About sin and strife,
The crux of ones life.
In an elavator or in a war.
They speak of love and lust
The one most mighty
Or when they went bust.
Then I am hooked on thier stories of life
How they lost thier dog and then thier wife
Their ego and pride.
They probably ran away with the bride.
I want to write something great
Like perhaps this lonesome heart ache
To honor my peers
where we stand.
With pen and ink in hand,
We will wander through the hunter of poets land.
The pen is truley mightier than the sword.
Life and Traveling
Traveling can be fun right? But what does it mean to travel?
Does it mean that your mind is gone or is it your body?
When you think about traveling, you think oh I can go some where and have fun. Do people travel to get away from others or do they travel to get away from themselves?
Do people really mean that they want thier body or thier mind to travel?
I guess it just depends on the place and time and whom you are with...
03-23-10
poem by Kristen Palmitier
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Its not so funny
Hate emo...?
isnt it funny when you go to the shops with your friends you look down on the girl with the black jeans and studs
but Smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything?
isnt it funny how you can change your music taste to impress someone.
but when it comes to am emo who likes thier own music and thier own style, you give them a mouthful?
isnt it funny how a guy can get away with being a gangster but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone.
are you laughing...?
isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week
but gets more shit from everyone then the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
isnt it funny that you sont mind your friends drinking...or smoking
but the minute someone mentions emo music
you can give them a lecture melodramatic teenage outcasts?
I'm not laughing
its so funny that youand your friends can make an emos/scene's life hell
and not know anything about the silent battle they may be fighting
isnt it funnt that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards
but still manage to get through your day without a inch of guilt in your heart...
How you can call a girl a poser, how you say 'your not emo' or 'attention seeker'
with out spending a second trying to figure out why there are cuts on her wrists
and why she spends her lunchtimes crying instead of laughing of with her friends
isnt it funny you can say and so all of this without an idea of whats going on in this persons life
without knewing their situation with thier freinds or thier family
or thier lives!
brave isnt going on stage and stripping
brav isnt saying a speech..
or dumping your boyfriend or girlfriend! !
Brave is..
going to school on multi day and not for a second care what the wrores and fags around you
are saying about your clothes.
Its listening to your own music and being proud of it.
Its going through everyday with the things people say to your face and behind your back and you still keep quiet.
Its knowing what your 'friends' are saying about you and atill calling them your friends.
Brave is knowing that tomorrow isnt a bright and happy future.
Its another day of bitching and dodgeing rumors.
Keep on laughing...!
poem by Dontyou Wish
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While in church
While I was in church last sunday I thought back.
Back to when I was a teen.I remembered this day.
It was the day my father used his fist to punch me in the jawl.
Then he said these words to me.' You will never be anything! '
So as I had that thought in the back of my head.The front of my head
was thinking this may be true, but what I do know now is I'll be anything
in the hands of my heavenly father.Then I prayed this prayer.Heavenly father I love you please forgive my father for his sinn that day he did
what he did to me, and forgive my mother, sister and brother for thier sinns.And watch over my son's forgive them for thier sinns.Watch over
thier mothers and my girlfriend and keep them save.In your son's holly
name I pray this prayer. Thank you my loveing father.'AMEN'
poem by Pirate Love Magic Man
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What Is The Diffrence? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
that some people can stay in some louxsurious hospital and the other have to die even without being taking care of them.
wat is the diffrence between some people if they get sick?
nothin except that some can go to doctor and buy a midicne but other have no money even to buy thier self a piece of bred.
wat is the diffrence between people who have money and the ones who dont?
nothin except that those who have money can buy somthin to play and the ones who have no money cannot buy them self a pair of shoes.
the ones who have money will enjoy the game and the ones without money only have to stiar.
nothin except that some may spend thier money on useless stuff and other have to kill them self for money in order to help him self.
wat is the diffrence between people who take care for others and the ones who not?
nothin exccept that some people will be taken car of them and and ather will go to hell.
what is the diffrence between people who go to schools and college?
nothin except that some people dont care about thier studies and the other type of people know the value of money so they alway s become from the top 10 and among the best.
wat is the diffrence between people when they come to face life?
nothin exccept that some people come with a gold spoon in thier mouth and other have to struggle threw their life.
some people will face life cheerfully and other will always complain about life no matter how it was.
wat is the diffrence between people when they come to face love?
nothin exccept that som pepole will considre love as a sex game and other consider it as a commitment and life.
poem by Mohammad Sadik
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Electrical Storm
His mind was reeling as the shadows did thier dance.
his body became his temple as she began the dance.
the moment spent,
the lust was gone,
the dance was over, and so his eyes clear, d.
From a electrical storm came the demon,
and from this storm the demon left.
poem by David Gerardino
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They The People
they the people, united by flashing lights
huddeled alone with sharp words taken flight
they the people, who love things that do not move
and cower before them lest otherwise be proved
they the people, with passion for throwing stones
to hit any target except for their bones
they the people, guarding piles of shells
to rally against neighbor at the ringing of bells
they the people, dumb deaf to distant cries
but the belief that two plus two equals christ
they the people, praying forever for more
tithing thier children to the shadows of war
they the people, they the people, they
choke on thier blood like wolves licking a blade.
poem by David Grant Sinclair
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Miss gorgeous
Behold! a view so hot,
making them want to touch.
her movement so swift,
her voice so sweet.
she makes the world go yonder,
she's filled with wonders.
thier hearts cries like thunder,
for she's stolen thier hearts with laughter.
she's miss gorgeous,
she's so vigorous.
she's so beautiful,
she makes the world go beyond the blues.
she's a beauty goddess,
sharing the charm of her goodness.
her smile so victorous,
all hail miss gorgeous.
poem by Randy Micheal
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Do Yiu Listen..Or Do U Hear
s the sun rises, , all is quite no chatter of people no cars goin by
but in this silence i hear
i hear the wind as she sings her song
i hear the birds in the sky as they fly by
this is the best silence of all
no phones ringing, no engines reviing as they race by
i hear everything in nature in its glory
can u hear it too..or can u not silence ur selfs
i hear the clouds as they roll in
its this silence that i take pen in hand
and write
u think as u read but thier is no silence
for u can hear the horses roam
u can hear the thunder off in th distance
but when we are loud we caint hear
the beauty of what surrounds
so as u read this poem silence ur mind
and next time u walk out side
silence you mouth ur mind
and u can see silence of the
of all things
then u can truly hear
as i do
and a beautfull sound to see
greyicewolf
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poem by Jeff Greyicewolf
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Death and Dreams
Death, with it, brings silence,
the silence which conceals the voice of life,
the same voice in which dreams revertebrated,
so, with arriving death dreams die.
But, few dreams didn't surrender,
instead they chose to fight,
some fighters were experienced and some were tender,
but struugle for existance was thier common plight.
Oh! this battle wasn't for victory, but for existance,
on path of dreams death laid some fences,
the fences fo failure, the fences of defeat,
but, in the path of hope few made thier exit.
In fences of failure few dreams were caught,
enemy was destiny but will was not,
with power of optimism they tatterd the fence,
such a mighty blow even death couldn't defend.
Dreams marched ahead stunning the death,
they vanquished the region which once ablazed,
happy was the sky and soothing became night,
even death hailed dreams for this formidable fight.
Death, being, an end is now a myth,
the men by thier dreams will forever exist,
some people died and some will born,
but legacy of dreams wii go on.
poem by Chandra Kant Manas
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Old Loves Interference
I will explain, I will explain, just remember its never to late.
At a moment notice if you called.
I'd come running.
But it just ain't happened and who knows probably never will.
So with the communication dead in the water.
I disappear.
Its just not the right atmosphere.
Please don't hate me cause I'm no longer thier.
I guess I cant be your crutch no more.
Lean on me only if you really need me just doesn't do it anymore.
their isn't a day that doesn't go by where you don't cross my mind.
But that where it goes straight to my head.
How far would you really have had carry that torch.
How many relationships has that already destroyed.
Guidance is not the same as emotional interference.
I must have a full heart not one that's be constantly torn apart.
Absolution is my conclusion.
Sometimes one must fall hard to stand tall.
Thank you for everything.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Moment In Paradise
Oh, yeah
She never cried, she only tried
To fly beyond her dreams
No walls around her mind
Deep inside shed try to hide
That she was way beyond her means
No borders and no lines
She said that its your duty to save your soul
To save it for someone
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
She floated out upon the wind
That blew my thoughts into the night
She knew the things she had to know
She drifted high above my mind
Blew my brains out, did alright
I think she knew it all along
She said that its your duty to save your soul
To save it for someone
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
She said that its your duty to save your soul
To save it for someone
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Oh, yeah
Moment in paradise
Moment in paradise
Just a moment in paradise
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Hopes in Hopes
Hopes in Hopes
Hopes! what is this thing i hope for? is it a fantasy or a trick played by my mind.... at night i hope for things i imagined would someday become reality,
I hope that my imagination becomes reality, I hope that i dont have to hope to get the things i want.
But hopping in high expectation takes you a step forward, Hopes! , dreams are buit on hope, every moment i hope, i cant stop hopping! , but i cant help to think that hopes makes a person archived greater things, it helps a person think high, it helps a person taking higher step in life.
i hope this will be useful to people who hopes to find thier expectations, hopes are your dreams.
M.O
poem by Martin Onyesom
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The Unexplainable
As I look into your eyes,
and smile at thier gleam,
my heart fills with joy,
until it's bursting at it's seams.
For what love is greater,
than the love I hold for you?
No poem or song or sonnet
will ever express what I feel in truth.
And nothing will ever show,
my heart in such a way,
that words could explain,
the love that's pounding through my veins.
poem by Kimber Harrison
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Biblical Audiology
prophetic verses set like smooth stones
past the camels dry chiseled steps.
next to a parable and a jawbone.
the dead sea testamental tongues
leaflike water the valley of acacia
transposing thier verbal vernacular.
the oral traditions passed down
by the giver of ghost
and imprinted on the skull
bones of martyred saints.
down where bone becomes papris,
the course stones shed thier skin.
and under the fingernails of an old
god the fossils prophesy.
yes the dry bones prophesy...
speaking in ancient acrostic constructs,
verse by verse their biblical audiologies
unfold in an east wind.
poem by Nathan Martin
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Give Me Just One Night
If you're tellin' me you want me
Hold me close all through the night
I know deep inside you need me
No one else can make it right
Don't you try to hide the secrets
I can see it ifn your eyes
You said the words without speaking
And i'm gonna make you mine
Chorus:
Give me just one night, una noche
A moment to be by your side
Give me just one night, una noche
I'll give you the time of your life
The time of your life
Oh
Give you the time of your life
Oh baby yeah
Love and passion make me crazy
Your existence makes me wild
Wanna loosen up your feelings
To see what's hiding inside
Chorus
The time of your life
Oh oh yeah
Oh baby
Ay, que rico
Oh, how good
Me pone loca
You make me crazy
Como te mueve
How you move
Como me toca
How you touch me
Tu movimiento
Your movement
Tu sentimiento
Your feeling
Si, yo te quiero
Yes, i love you
Te doy la noche
I'll give you the night
Toda la noche
All night long
Ay, vamos
Let's go
Give me just one night, just one night baby
A moment to be by your side
Give me just one night, just one night oh baby
I'll give you the time of your life
(give you the time of your life)
Give me just one night
Give me just one night, una noche
A moment to be by your side
(a moment to be by your side)
Give me just one night, una noche, oh yeah
I'll give you the time of your life
Give me just one night, una noche
A moment to be by your side
(a moment to be by your side)
Give me just one night, una noche
I'll give you the time of your life
(give you the time of your life)
The time of your life
Oh yeah
song performed by by 98 Degrees
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Standing On The Corner Of The Third World
Man, I never slept so hard
I never dreamt so well
Dreaming, I was safe in life
Like mussels in a shells
Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives
Fill thier dreams with big fast cars
Fill thier heads with sand
Holy white well paint the town
The colour of our flag
Hey there little lady has your baby got the look of some old man ?
Standing on the corner of the third world
Hungry men will close their minds
Ideas are not their food
Notions fall on stony ground
Where passions are subdued
Colour all the madness for the madness is the thorn thats in our side
Standing on the corner of the third world
When we gonna learn ?
Who we gonna turn to ?
The promises they make
The call for attention
Compassion is the fashion
Free to earn, our pockets burn
We buy for love
Die for love
Hold me Im crying
Hold me Im dying
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Suicide 2
suicide will always be a part of me
no matter how hard I right to forget that part in time
thier is always a little vioce in the back of my mind
saying' u should me dead'
but I kno there is some thing to live for or is there
is suicide the way to slove u problem
mmmm......idk wat do u think of when u heard suicide?
I think about freedom but no love which i want and hold
close to my heart
poem by Jazmine Staples
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Who Is the God?
God are the great person in your life.
God are the one who help you in your life.
God always keep you happy.
God always think that my child improve thier life, on other hand man's are gready.
God always tells that be ready for death.
Finally, one day God'll stand to your door and take you with him. Then your life'll over.
poem by Vikas Patel
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Mama Zimbabwe
Mme Zimbabwe (seSotho word for Mother)
You were the overflowing Breadbasket of Africa
The Curvatious, tall and proud daughter of Africa
Until Mzilakazi sold you to Britain for mere bag of beads and Sugar
And they took you away
You weeped as your Children....
As your children suffered under the oppresing rule of those colonial demons
But as your children fed from the suculant breast of Mama Africa, The Queen of african soil
Thier strength grew and so did thier fight for freedom
And in 1980 you saw a promising Dawn despite the bloodshed that spread
What went Wrong Mme Zimbabwe, you lie mute?
You lie hopeless and your bruised soul evidence of abuse
The very same children who fought for your emancipation now corrupt, split, spit and kill the very essence of you
However even though your frail Body falls defeated
And you are now the laughing stock of the World
In your eyes i see resiliant strength
Your scent strongly of approaching freedom
And you smile continues to seduce me into loving you, Zimbabwe
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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