Hope bleeds gradually
So many hidden stories
Forgotten and ignored
Poverty absorbs life
Hope bleeds gradually
Make do, and mend
Smile and pretend
Slowly, gradually
Visible to invisible
With unchanging smile
Stranger to self
And stranger we deny
As poverty silences
In coldness we comply
Indifference cuts the deepest
Statistics used to deny
Personhood and dignity
Fade, Person to ghost
Dying is easy
It’s living that’s hard
False prophets abound
Hope bleeds gradually
Selling isms by the pound
Disengaged they take the cudgel
Pronounce their humble acts
Do we listen to the stories?
Do we listen to the facts?
Wise in our own eyes
Objective in indifference
Passing by on the other side
So many hidden stories
Forgotten and ignored
Poverty absorbs, denies
Hidden by statistics
Hope bleeds gradually
Make do, and mend
Smile and pretend
Slowly, gradually
Visible to invisible
Christ knows our story
Tell me that it’s true
He bore it on the Cross
We are not alone
Nothing in love is lost
I hope that this is true
Hope bleeds gradually
Whilst Poverty absorbs
Christ knows.
poem by Adrian Wait
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There is no ice that will never melt
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Though freeze to sleep forever
Or not be moved by emotion
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed fire arms
It’s not needed the right law
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The cold drips in my hands
Like a burning candle
Like a bleeding body
Gone into puddle
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Will it be a thin hope
Or silent word
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed genius mind
It’s not needed global warning
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The crystal vanishes in my hands
Like a crying stone
Like a dying swan
Gone into water
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Because It Must End
time's passing by
gradually change
your once upon a love
will gradually fade
it's that I trust
you'll sure be mine
but it's senseless
why still waiting
because it must end
my dream, my hope
to be with you
because it's useless
you try, you plea
to love me true
you never separate
your love doesn't end
how could it be
story'll start again
because it must end
my dream, my hope
to be with you
because it's useless
you try, you plea
to love me true
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The hope that poverty and ignorance may gradually be extinguished, derives indeed much support from the steady progress of the working classes during the nineteenth century.
quote by Alfred Marshall
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If It Was Not Terrorized
For all of the wealth one man has,
Another lives in poverty.
For all of the poverty that man has...
Another finds hope.
For all of the hope that man finds...
Another is motivated.
For all of the motivation that man has,
Another finds success.
And from all of the success stories told...
The quest for peace seems neverending!
Much like the cost of it that feeds fear,
And yet the price to find it...
Is more visible than it is to locate!
Perhaps if it was not terrorized,
It would appear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even a purely moral act that has no hope of any immediate and visible political effect can gradually and indirectly, over time, gain in political significance.
quote by Vaclav Havel
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And this whole period of time of gradually working at being a better guitar player and songwriter have gradually led me to the point where I feel I'm doing a clearer representation of the thing that I've been feeling inside me since I was four years old.
quote by John Frusciante
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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An important scientific innovation rarely makes its way by gradually winning over and converting its opponents: What does happen is that the opponents gradually die out.
quote by Max Planck
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Gradually, everything that happens in the world is coming to be of interest everywhere in the world, and, gradually, thoughtful men and women everywhere are sitting in judgment upon the conduct of all nations.
quote by Elihu Root
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An important scientific innovation rarely makes its way by gradually winning over and converting its opponents . . . Its opponents gradually die out and the growing generation is familiar with the idea from the beginning.
quote by Max Karl Ernst Ludwig Planck
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I think the Mother is gradually revealing itself to me and taking over. But it is not the Mother alone. It is the Mother and the Father, the male and the female, sort of gradually having their marriage.
quote by Bede Griffiths
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It Will Blow Up Gradually
If you are pregnant,
Your stomach will blow up gradually;
And it will be exposed to the public,
So try to tell me before it is too late!
But beware,
You can't hide it from the people around you;
For your stomach will blow up gradually.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Smile, The Gift Of God!
Smile is the essence of Life
So Smile and Smile always
You can win hearts by throwing
A smile even at a stranger
Though sometime he may never respond
Don’t be desperate since it would surely
Have made an impact on him
Making him think of being guilty
Of not returning a smile at you
Next Time when you see him
Would surely wink an eye at you
With a smile deep inside his mind
But not showing it although
Gradually you will win his heart
A friendship at no cost to you
Earned by a simple smile
Cast at him quite unknowingly.
Smile is a beautiful word
Simplicity is its Motto
Musical is its vibration
Imaginative is its implication
Leniency is its path
Expression is its Result.
© Sasidharan T. Vellat
poem by Sasivellat Menon
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Tranquillity
Ignorance suffering corelated
Mind body corelated.
For what and for whom you are
Doing all these not corelated.
And you are gradually gradually
going to tranquil
We are going to attain tranquillity
We you corelated.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Greetings II
Sincere greetings and thanks to all my enemies,
For today they have thought me a better lesson;
And i hope to gorw on gradually with my life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hope: A worthless Virtue
Wherever you find Mankind, two plagues follow Him: War and poverty, both preventable but impossible to eradicate. The reason: greed. The sorrier of the two is poverty; war sometimes is a necessity, poverty never is.
Man is forever looking for more but always that pursuit is misdirected. He never includes his fellow human beings, only his narrow clique’s self-interests. The rest are left to fend for themselves. Often an impossible task to achieve, the result is poverty.
Once a victim of this state of being, what is left is hope- worthless hope.
The poorest are the ones who hope
They hope against (all) hope it seems.
They pray to god to help them cope
Yet fruitless as their faded dreams
They hope someday for better stead
A worthless virtue I suspect
Adding to misery instead
That propagates in that respect.
Look to the past to see their plight:
Dreaming of castles in the sky;
But that isn't all, not by a long sight:
The chance it will happen? In a pigs eye!
The “haves” are a self-centered breed
Who rarely help people in need.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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One day at a time
One day at the time we will finally prevail,
We might hope for the best though the worst come forth, never giveup because that's how this life challenges our objectives.
Never make the life you live this moment an excuse to your failures because struggle isn't a place you been to, you might be born in poverty yet you stand the expedition of the future you lead.
Burden is an illusion we mankind refuse to overcome, most of us are living for the moment,
I guess it's true when they say,
'teeth do not see poverty',
I hope one day we will finally resolute.
It's our duty to surpass the illusion we call an obstacle by having dreams and goals to better our future, because your tomorrow begins with the choice you make today.
One day at a time we will finally prevail,
They say education is the key to success I never deny it though I believe an intellectual mind is the key to your better life, never choose friends who are denigrate but delegate and never become reluctant because if you believe you will become who you intend to be.
poem by Sefofane Shabalala
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A Lovely Old Lady
Her smile it betrays her for her rotting teeth
That lovely old lady that I often meet
Out walking in the park or on the main street
Too careless of her looks to know of conceit.
The story of her life may never be told
Alone and forgotten she is growing old
For empty bottles that she sell for a few pence she searches every rubbish bin
A tiny financial reward for her seems such a big win.
For those on the poverty line their needs are small
What sort of a World do we live in at all?
The gap between the haves and the have nots has grown ever wide
The face of hidden poverty we no longer can hide.
From amongst the wealthy who pride themselves in their generosity
One need not travel far for to see poverty
In a World where many lust for wealth and fame
For the multiplying poor we must all take the blame.
A lovely old lady her I often meet
She doesn't have money for to fix up her teeth
She never ignores me as I pass her by
With her toothless smile she always says hi.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Eternal Healing
Darkness and tragedy,
Happiness and light,
Wealth and plenty,
Emptiness and poverty;
In the end,
Only kindness survives,
Only the love that is genuine.
Everything gradually disappears,
Our fondness and our fear,
Our dreams and our disappointments,
But our sympathy for others
Remains alive in the universe
And provides eternal healing.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Need You
t's 4am in the night and I write this letter to you. I hope you read it before I wake up. I hope. ♥
'Trust is like an eraser, it gets smaller and smaller after every mistake'
In your pair of eyes that stared at me, I got captured in a place of purity and the innocence of your soul ♥ and..and
I departed.: '(
I need you. ♥ Each minute that passes devoid of you next to me seems more and more depressing. I had been depressed since the day of our last good-bye.: (My entire time is like a fire that gradually burns out. Being at a distance from you merely kills the life out of me. It seems like I'm a breathing spirit with not anything to grip on to but the recollections of us as one. ♥ ♥
I need you and I am missing you all the more. Despite my being alone, I still hope. I hang on to the thinking that I will be home shortly and that each minute I chop out from the calendar is a minute closer to you. I am yours eternally and in spirit we share our love in dreams. ♥ ♥ ♥
I need you and I am missing you. Each minute that passes devoid of you next to me seems more and more depressing. I had been depressed since the day of our last good-bye. My entire time is like a fire that gradually burns out. Being at a distance from you merely kills the life out of me.: (It seems like I'm a breathing spirit with not anything to grip on to but the recollections of us as one. ♥ ♥
. I need you and I am missing you all the more. Despite my being alone, I still hope. I hang on to the thinking that I will be home shortly and that each minute I chop out from the calendar is a minute closer to you. I am yours eternally and in spirit we share our love in dreams. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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