Poet's Plea For Forgiveness
If I have hurt,
I am sorry.
If I have been wrong,
I am sorry.
If you could have written it better,
I am sorry.
If there might have been some other way
For me to express myself,
I am sorry.
For what am I sorry?
I am sorry
For offending the tender conscience.
I am sorry
For not being everything you thought I was.
I am sorry
That my poetry is not perfect.
I am sorry
That this poor medium is all I know
To use in self-expression.
For all these which you call wrongs,
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
poem by James Grengs
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Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
Id like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
Id like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
Im not too partial to the meat,
When its cooked too long and Im made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think Id enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. just a medium. medium.
? ? ? and I smell the pits but ? ? ? ? ? .
I couldve sworn a ? ? ? last week and scrubbed like ? ? ? .
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. medium. medium.
song performed by by Incubus
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Some Purpose For Poetry
Poetry is a universal medium
That we use to express ourselves
Effectively through a chosen idiom
Some poetry can be found unused on shelves
While other poetry will be used at random.
Poetry has been put to good use
By people to improve their plight
Sometimes poetry has been used to create abuse
And it can cause people to become engaged in a fight.
I, personally, recommend writing for good use.
poem by Michael Leroy Porter
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In Search Of Metaphors And Images To Express Yourself In A Poem
it is the expression that matters most.
it is the relational flow from the writer to the reader
the bond that is created anew, just like an ordinary conversation
one fine day.
why can't poetry be simple and direct? that is the question that poetry
asks
to itself, in itself.
the poet in us can be lost because of so much demands for the absurd,
this metaphor fits, this imagery is perfect, what is it?
you do not accept the sun and the moon and the stars.
cliches of their poetry. You do not show compassion for his feelings
of being abandoned
simply because there are no images that tickle your senses.
even if he jumps with joy, you do not relate to his joys
simply because the images are bland like
burger without the black pepper.
it is enough that one bleeds, one wants a listener, one wants to open
up to the world
Like a bud turning into a flower
(oh forgive this lousy metaphor
i am not a good poet somehow at imaging
at imagining.
Am not a camera.
My eyes are clumsy at details.
And my ears are not sensitive to sound of
beautiful words. They even hide behind my head under my hair.
And there is no compulsion for high highfalutin
Ivory towers of similes from the gods and goddesses of
Literature)
Why can't poetry be just an expression? Just that. A dialogue.
This one, this monologue.
It is enough that you write from the heart.
It is enough that you are true
(oh forgive me, can i be really
true to you? Do i have to be naked and tell you that i am beautiful?
Do i have to master the art of metaphorisms
to be your poet
for the night?)
Or is it that poetry is simply our hiding place
From this world of pain?
Or our chapel for our prayers
Or our playground where we can be children again?
I am tired of squeezing my brain in the quest of the perfect metaphor.
I have read what they have written.
I pretend i like them. They sound so well.
They must be poetry. Real poetry
Those that garner plaques.
Prizes from the jury.
Honestly, I do not understand a thing. Those poems of my idols.
But I read them just the same.
Hoping that I am in and be counted as one of the stars in those
Metaphoric Heavens.I watch every meteor that drops
to the ground. Their tails.
I am not a star. I am just a pebble.
And it is enough for me.
The poem says, just write me.
Don't squeeze your brain to have metaphors
To draw the images.
Just be yourself, and for God's sake if you have something to say
Just say it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Try Again
Written by ricki & kim wilde
I cant see your face
Hear the excuses for
The mistakes that you make
Ive heard all your lies
I dont know how much I can take
Before I break
Ive tried to be so strong
While you broke the promises
All the vows that we made
We know somethings wrong
But we carry on anyway
Day by day
Youre the one who let me down
And now I find it hard to forgive
In my heart
But Ill try again
To forget all the pain
And love you again
Ill try again
Though you hurt me I know
I cant let you go
How can we forget
The sweetness of yesterday
We just cant let it go
Lost in bitterness
Im losing my self control
And my soul
Cos youll be the one who let me down
And now I find it hard to forgive
In my mind
But Ill try again
To forget all the pain
And love you again
Ill try again
Though you hurt me I know
I cant let you go
Oh why, why do we hurt each other more
When theres a way
Cos we never really found
What we were looking for
Can we try again
Cos youre the one who let me down
And now I find it hard to forgive
In my heart
But Ill try again
To forget all the pain
And love you again
Ill try again
Though you hurt me I know
I cant let you go
Ooh, Ill try again
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Early Works - Conscience
I hear the angry crowd
as in my chair I shroud
I can hear their accusations
about my supposed bad intentions.
They all know this hurt
I feel in my heart.
No one is perfect
I know I am not
I don’t try to hide my sin
for I feel the guilt within.
Some show smiles outside
and let tears fall within
for no one is perfect
we all have a conscience.
I hear their angry words
that drive inward like swords,
I hear their hate
in statements they give,
but I always say
live and live
for they know the hurt
I feel in my heart.
No one is perfect
we all have a conscience.
Date unknown
poem by David Harris
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I've written for every medium except poetry, at which I suck.
quote by J. Michael Straczynski
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On A Famed Poet
Forgive me if his greatness I cannot seem to note
His poems never rhyme but he is a famed poet
By literary experts considered to be knowledgeable and wise
And for his poems he has won many a prize.
Though poetry is not very popular today
The poet of the poetry lovers the experts do say
In University literary magazines students his verses read
And they all agree he's a fine poet indeed.
Of poets and poetry I must confess so little I know
My favourites old rhymers from ages ago
On the poetry I do not like most experts agree
That it is well written and quite good poetry.
Forgive me if the worth in his verse I can't see
His non rhyming poetry does nothing for me
Of reading blank verse I do quickly grow tired
My truth is by such stuff I do not feel inspired.
The experts on his poetry great interest show
And his stature as a poet only seems to grow
Of him great things are written and great things we hear
And good luck to him on his literary career.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Can You Forgive?
I was then among the few,
Who knew...
About those things,
You had gone through.
And I had traveled high and low,
To uncover how you were doing...
Because I had to know.
I am here today for you,
Wishing I will find you still strong.
I am here today for you,
Since tomorrow has of yet...
Come along.
And I've corrected all my yesterdays',
Wrongs.
Can you forgive?
I've corrected all my yesterdays' wrongs.
I was then among the few,
Who knew...
About those things,
You had gone through.
Can you forgive?
I've corrected all my yesterdays' wrongs.
Can you forgive?
Since in your heart I'm hoping,
I still belong.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the impulses which stir us to profound emotion are integrated with the medium of expression, every interview of the soul may become art. This is contingent upon mastery of the medium.
quote by Hans Hofmann
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This Evening’s Light Is Golden Bright
This evening's light is golden bright,
The April’s coolness is so tender,
Though you are many years too late,
I still do welcome you to enter.
Right next to me why don't you sit
And look with happy eyes around.
This little notebook has in it
The poems written in my childhood.
Forgive me that I've lived and mourned,
And was not grateful for the sun rays…
Forgive me please, forgive me for
I have mistaken you for others…
poem by Anna Akhmatova
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Potential Poetry!
Love has no fear whatsoever in the world;
Poet does all by his love of all matters here;
Poetry is inspiring words of poet for all!
What's not possible by poetry is nothing!
Impossible is expressed in possible words
Making unknown known by poetry only!
Forms and style are poets own creations;
Poetry is ever new in expression of ideas
Inspiring all to be enthusiastic, enlightened!
Love of Nature, life, beauty and love poetry
Explores always deep to express truth new!
Poets are gods of Earth to men to new realm!
Poetry briefly converges all in a nutshell
As powerful as atomic energy in control!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Pay The Piper
There comes a time
when all of us must pay
the piper so they say.
Pay for all the wrongs
credited to our life,
pay for all the things
we should have done,
but never got around to do.
Pay for any hurt we’ve caused
when came to call
and we never did respond.
No one is ever perfect,
we’ve all got our crosses
that we have to bare.
So when it comes to paying
the piper so they say.
I guess we’ll all have to pay.
21 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Letter To My Mom
Mom I love u but it hurts me when your like this.
Mom you may not be perfect but I love you,
you may do wrong but I love you.
Mom the things you say it hurts. what u say I believe because your my mom.
Mom, I know you make mistakes, your human and I love you for that.
Mom, why do you say things that would hurt me.
Why do you hurt me.
Mom, I realize that I can be a brat
but saying things like that it hurts.
Mom, when you say that, it makes me feel
like I want to die because I want to make you happy..
Mom, if it wasn't for you I could be on drugs or dead.
Mom, I love you,
I need you to stop saying these things.
I love you,
I need you,
Mom, forgive me for what I have done please
just please love me.
Mommy, i love you.
please forgive me for everything I've done and yet to do.
poem by Carrie Salazar
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Conscience
Society may pass laws to make wrong right
But inside each man is the Conscience
Inherently it gives him moral insight
When Wrong disturbs his basic senses.
Man never needed human laws to say
It is basically wrong to kill another
When Cain killed Abel, he ran away
After he murdered his own brother.
Nobody saw him, no witnesses coming
But he was troubled by an inner turmoil
No one accused him but he kept running
From his own conscience he could not recoil.
A barrage of wrongs made right legally
Would eventually make humans react
Some may be blinded by insensitivity
But Right tilts the balance and that's a fact.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Name and Shame
I am an honourable person
and not the type
to name and shame.
When someone does me wrong
I just bite my tongue
as if there is nothing wrong.
Everyone has a conscience
and those who hurt friends
I hope it pricks deeply.
No matter what they do
in their remorse,
nothing they say can make amends
for the trust they have broken
and the friendship they exhaled.
If they read what is written
do not reply, you see
live with my money and your guilt
because I have moved on.
(19 August 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Perfect Love
Theres a light that shines on
Everyone tonight
But it seems were just too blind to see
Theres a love thats so deep
We should never want
But do we really know what we need?
I never thought there would be
Someone whod mean so much to me
In my mind there was no
Such thing as perfect love
But now Im holding you tonight
And I can see that you were right
To believe there can be perfect love
You can live your whole life trying to avoid
Being hurt, like youve been hurt before
Then oneday you may wake up
And feel a love so strong
That you cant hold it back anymore
I never thought that there could be
Someone whod mean so much to me
In my mind there was no
Such thing as perfect love
But now Im holding you so tonight
And I can see that you were right
To believe there could be perfect love
Ever since you called my name
Nothings ever been the same
I want to give my heart to you
And your perfect love so true
Oh your perfect love
But now youre here with me tonight
And I can see that you were right
To believe there can be perfect love
song performed by by Paul Carrack
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Forgive! The Forgetting Will Come
The most difficult thing one can do,
But has proven to rid one of anxieties...
Is to forgive oneself!
With an acknowledgement of a wrong done.
Regardless of who did what first,
To anyone!
Forgive!
The forgetting will come.
Why remain embittered waiting for another,
To express remorse.
Some folks carry a hatred to their graves.
And for what reason?
To ensure the beating of a dead horse,
Has been successfully done?
Forgive!
The forgetting will come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forgive Her Anything
(written by elvis costello, transcribed by craig ciccone w/ bolans corrections)
Oh, a tv went off like three day old milk
That shook this town down better than most
And it always was less of idea and more of a boast
Oh, youre burning in the bloom of life
til youre powder in the grave
Or youre pounding in the counter beggin for more
til you evaporate
Youd forgive her anything
If you look like you, my pretty miss
I wonder where you are tonight
And this place becomes pityless
Oh, I couldnt sleep, but I cant complain
Oh, this wont hurt a bit, oh, this wont hurt again
When the roof comes down and the walls move in
Oh, he didnt know it could feel like that
And your face turned away and the day turned black
And the rain fell like a curtain
Oh, its my turn to begin
To forgive her anything
Youd forgive her anything
If you knew what I know
Youd forgive her anything
So where did all my pride go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, youd forgive her anything
If you knew what I know
Youd forgive her anything
So where did all my pride go?
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Growing Pains
I thought it hurt to grow up
when my legs became shards of pain
that kept me up all night
crying tears and clinging to mommy
I thought it hurt to grow up
the day I saw my daddy cry
and ask his brother to get up,
to stop playing and wake up from the dead
I thought it hurt to grow up
when my mommy got a call from back east
where grandma Kiehl finally said goodbye
to grandpa, and hello to God.
I thought it hurt to grow up
when I got the call from my wife and
all I remember, really, is her asking
'Are you sitting down? '
What hurts the most while growing up
is waking every day and watching
one by one illusions, like sandcastles,
washed away before the ebb of time
poem by Poet Dragon
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