Returned
He forced it on himself, like prejudice
Year by year it came
Strong and bitter
Never sweeter
When enjoined to pain
Can the Vikings do it?
A cold Germanic horde
Force a king to do it
Cut down Damocles sword
But love is never finer
Bleeding forcefully
And life is never truer
Down upon the knees
Lie, you knew your Keeper
Knew himself a fraud
Forced his heart to buckle
And brought him back to God.
poem by Derrick Puente
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4 Year Girl
A four year girl i knew
This thing we had of truth
Somehow our spirits where alike
Much had we weathered for each other
The four year girl i knew
Could turn your eye if she smiled
Oh how i loved that girl
When she liked smiling at me
A four year girl i knew
Showed me who she was
Did it hurt you like it hurt me
The trust laid just as deep as the lies?
The four year girl i knew
How could i have been so naive
How could she have fooled everybody
Without telling one lie
A four year girl i knew
I spent four years falling for
And in four days lost the girl
And walked away with a heart
Screaming with pain (for)
The four year girl i knew
Why cant my heart bare the change
Of four years in four days
poem by David Bodnar
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Just let Go
I knew of torment once
so long ago, was that me back then
suffering in pain, I was forced to do things
I could never remember
I was forced to be someone
outside of my own
I don’t like to say
or remember back then
how it hurt me to even just breath
the agony you feel the pain unreal
how can a child bear witness
to this torment and pain
to be torn into two
like a rag doll of old
the memories are real
they made me a women of today
but to block out the terror
the screams and hands
that lay waste to my soul
its more than I can bare
its more than I can say
how to make you understand
the innocence of a child
taken from them without remorse
without regret and the child not knowing
she was too young to know
of the horrors drawn from her that day
not understanding she would live
she would breath only to live her life
like a zombie instead
but the torture of living
and breathing each day
was something she learned
alone in the dark never really knowing
all she had to do was reach out and touch
loved ones and friends
So where do you say
you know agony and pain
have you lived through a year
of torture and pain
Have you been held so tight
you can’t breathe you can’t move
you move to your left your crushed real tight
you move to your right your crushed tighter still
then a hand covers mouth
stopping you to scream or shout
then hear every day don’t tell or be dead
I’ve walked away from this memory of old
and I've learnt to be strong
and just let it go
poem by Kaila George
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Never Far Away (feat. Richard Marx)
Every day I'd wake and ask myself
Was I strong enough for you
Foolish doubts and fears took me away
I'm sorry now you never knew
For so long I've wondered where you are
Underneath a tapestry of stars
In my heart I knew you'd come again
I just didn't know where or when
Heaven waits for us
Through love's open door
And it's brought you back to me once more
Heart don't fail me now
Now that you are near
Love was never faraway from here
I have tried to make some sense of this
Guess I needed time away
Once I realized how foolish I'd been
I couldn't waste another day
I forgive you with my heart and soul
And now it's time for us lose control
Take me in your arms like you did before
Darling,don't talk anymore
CHORUS
Somewhere deep inside I always knew
That I was meant to spend my life with you
You're the only answer to my prayers
I knew that love would lead us back somewhere
Through love's open door
And it's brought you back to me once more
Heart don't fail me now
Now that you are near
Love was never faraway from here
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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You Were Gone.
I forgot how to breathe.
It's an iron hand grasp tightly around my neck.
You went away, vanished, with out a trace.
I'm motionless.
It was May possibly the best day.
I remember the smell of fresh cut grass.
I was in a hurry to get home fast.
With cheers of joy, i was getting ready to celerbrate the coming of senior year.
While the brush untangled my hair, and make-up tickled my cheeks
my phone rang
you were gone.
I listen to the story with a hint of shock.
I said my goodbyes and forced myself to hang up.
Questions ran through my head.
Who will give me away on my wedding day?
Who will my children call grandpa?
Who will cheer when i graduate?
The ground caught my body.
As i begged for god to give you back.
Tears streamed down my face with a sting in eye.
You were gone.
Anger passed, and stuck I blamed the world for taking my dad.
I crawled with everything I had.
I was face down, I begged god to let me be dead.
Everyone was gone, I remember the feeling of the cold tile floor.
I knew you raised me better then to give up.
I forced myself up, re-did the smeared make-up and headed out with friends.
It's been a year, and your still my bestfriend.
I will always Remember my dad.
poem by Julie Ickes
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Lonely Little Girl
Lonely little girl, sitting all alone,
Crying tears of sorrow because she's on her own,
Nobody believes her, the trust is now all gone,
Because she has no friends, or someone she could lean on,
Lonely little girl, she just needs a friend,
To tell her she'll be ok, to make her sorrow end,
To tell her its not her fault, and her broken heart will mend,
And there was nothing she could do, because this war she could not win,
Lonely little girl, forced into woman hood,
Promised he'd treat her right, promised he'd treat her good,
Then lift his hands and hit her, because he knew he could,
Wouldn't fight him back, although she knew she should,
Lonely little girl, cries about it every day,
The way he forced her down, and made him have his way,
The painful penetration, while on the ground she lay,
The whisper 'I love you', after my innonece he took away,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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Sweet words,
Sweeter words,
Sweeter words that are deeper in my hurt,
I can believe,
I still believe that it was started,
Whilst the world saw it and believed,
Sweeter words that I made Him my selection,
I knew that love was like this,
Sweeter taste from the Wine's and Spirit's,
The drinking of wine was the Master Plan,
To tell us and ignore,
This is how the story start's,
That the man was wilding that I be His son,
Sweeter words that I found no Inspiration from Him,
It became more of an Inspiration,
That the story goes with bitter,
The story goes with sweeter words,
I never knew that they would be crying for a remedy,
To take my love from you,
It was believable,
This is the lie of my Sacifice to follow Truth,
I hope that you heard,
The Burdens are all ending,
Coming back that I see a change in the world,
In Reality it never changed.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Sweeter words,
Sweeter words,
Sweeter words that are deeper in my hurt,
I can believe,
I still believe that it was started,
Whilst the world saw it and believed,
Sweeter words that I made Him my selection,
I knew that love was like this,
Sweeter taste from the Wine's and Spirit's,
The drinking of wine was the Master Plan,
To tell us and ignore,
This is how the story start's,
That the man was wilding that I be His son,
Sweeter words that I found no Inspiration from Him,
It became more of an Inspiration,
That the story goes with bitter,
The story goes with sweeter words,
I never knew that they would be crying for a remedy,
To take my love from you,
It was believable,
This is the lie of my Sacifice to follow Truth,
I hope that you heard,
The Burdens are all ending,
Coming back that I see a change in the world,
In Reality it never changed.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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The Silent Battle
(In Memory of J. W. T. Jr.)
He was a soldier in that fight
Where there is neither flag nor drum,
And without sound of musketry
The stealthy foemen come.
Year in, year out, by day and night
They forced him to a slow retreat,
And for his gallant fight alone
No fife was blown, and no drum beat.
In winter fog, in gathering mist
The gray grim battle had its end --
And at the very last we knew
His enemy had turned his friend.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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Am I my fathers keeper?
He found redemption
danced with the devil
got lost in frustration
from the pain in his heart and
the fear that griped his soul
Am I my father’s keeper
A puff away from reality
Dreams up in smoke
Trading life for a toke
of sin
His new found friend
Am I my father’s keeper
I’m down on my knees
Praying for you
Your soul is on fire
And you don’t know what to do
Am I my father’s keeper
I ask him to take a step toward me
when the road is getting rough
I promise my love will be enough
Am I my father’s keeper
I tell him “you are blessed in courage”
Take this step for me
fight your way back towards reality
Am I my father’s keeper
Am I able to love him enough?
poem by Lisa Visor
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The King Is Dead
Aye, lay him in his grave, the old dead year!
His life is lived--fulfilled his destiny.
Have you for him no sad, regretful tear
To drop beside the cold, unfollowed bier?
Can you not pay the tribute of a sigh?
Was he not kind to you, this dead old year?
Did he not give enough of earthly store?
Enough of love, and laughter, and good cheer?
Have not the skies you scanned sometimes been clear?
How, then, of him who dies, could you ask more?
It is not well to hate him for the pain
He brought you, and the sorrows manifold.
To pardon him these hurts still I am fain;
For in the panting period of his reign,
He brought me new wounds, but he healed the old.
One little sigh for thee, my poor, dead friend--
One little sigh while my companions sing.
Thou art so soon forgotten in the end;
We cry e'en as thy footsteps downward tend:
'The king is dead! long live the king!'
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Pain I Can Control
The pain I can control
The pain that makes me whole
The pain that stops and brings some tears
The pain that erases all my fears
The pain that I inflict with this knife
The pain that might be last in my life
The pain that brought me to my knees
The pain that woahed me full of pleas
The pain that made me see the light
The pain that is bringing me home tonight
The pain that is wrong and bitter
The pain that makes me feel fitter
The pain that my friends say is wrong
The pain that makes me feel so strong
The pain that makes my friend sad, and cry
The pain that makes her want to die
The pain thats not just pain to me
The pain that makes everyone see
The pain that thats tearing me apart
The pain thats ripping apart my heart
The pain that I'm addicted to
The pain I can't give up. Not even for you..
New Year's Morning
Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year's heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought."
The Old Year's hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
"The blossoms of the New Year's crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead."
The Old Year's heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: "I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year's generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all y failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife."
Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.
Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year's morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old coem true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Looking For My Life
Oh lord, wont you listen to me now
Oh love, I got to get me back to you somehow
I never knew that life was loaded
Id only hung around birds and bees
I never knew that things exploded
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life, looking for my life
Oh boy, youve no idea what Ive been through
Oh lord, I feel so stuck that I cant get to you
Had no idea that I was heading
Toward a state of emergency
I had no fear where I was treading
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life
Caught up on me with intensity
Had no idea where I was heading
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life, looking for my life
Oh boys you've no idea what Ive been through
Oh lord, I got to get back somehow to you
I never knew that life was loaded
Id only hung around birds and bees
I never knew that things exploded
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life
I never got any G.C.E.s
I never knew that things exploded
I only found it out when I was down upon my knees
Looking for my life, looking for my life
Looking for my life, looking for my life
song performed by by George Harrison
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The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old
The fire that filled my heart of old
Gave luster while it burned;
Now only ashes gray and cold
Are in its silence urned.
Ah! better was the furious flame,
The splendor with the smart;
I never cared for the singer's fame
But, oh! for the singer's heart
Once more--
The burning fulgent heart!
No love, no hate, no hope, no fear,
No anguish and no mirth;
Thus life extends from year to year,
A flat of sullen dearth.
Ah! life's blood creepeth cold and tame,
Life's thought plays no new part;
I never cared for the singer's fame,
But, oh! for the singer's heart
Once more--
The bleeding passionate heart!
poem by James Thomson
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A Faithful Witness
To the firstborn of Yahseph,
Of all that is created;
To the secondborn of Yahseph,
Do set set your mind on Mount Zion;
For His name is His glory and,
Of the economic well-being.
Of the year of the rat,
Of the year of the dog,
Of the year of the cow,
Of the year of the bull,
Of the year of the sheep,
Of the year of the dragon,
Of the year of the snake,
Of the year of the pig,
Of the year of the goat,
Of the year of the lizard,
Of the year of the crocodile,
Of the year of the elephant,
Of the year of the scorpion,
Of the year of the turtle,
Of the year of the fish,
Of the year of the earth,
Of the year of the wind,
Of the year of the fire,
Of the year of the water,
And of the year of the bush!
Like the firstborns of slaves.
The hips of romance,
The faithful witness will not lie;
The same day,
The same night,
Of the love shared at where no oxen are;
And the crib was very clean.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On Reading Mr. Theodore Watt’s Sonnet, ‘The Sonnet’s Voice’
An art grows up from year to year:
The critic weighs the utmost gains,
The last result, the perfect sphere,
Not the steps, but what remains;
Sees the analogue, ebb and flow,—
Beautiful, yes, look at it near,—
The flow, the ebb returning so,—
It is at last art's perfect sphere.
But not the less our Shakespeare knew
Another way; by full discourse
To show his picture as it grew,
Worked out in many-sided force.
Then when the heart can wish no more,
With a strong couplet bars the door.
poem by William Bell Scott
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If you only knew
If you only knew
What kind of hell I have been through in the past year
Maybe you woldn't put so much stress on me to be the paerfect daughter
News flash no ones perfect
Just cuz you expect me to be
If you want to know where all my money goes I'll tell you
It goes to doctor appoinments and depression meds
Cuz you can't see me for me
Anytime that I ask you for help
You want to ship me off to my mothers house
What's the point of staying here anymore?
I might as well move back
I have tried to play nice but you aren't nice to me
I'm stuck now if only you'd see
2 miscarrages not even a year apart
I don't feel pain anymore as I cut
If only you knew what i have been throuhgh.
poem by Marissa Ford
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Missed Right Here
That letter I wrote to you last year?
The one that said I wish you'd disappear?
You are missed right here and it aches my heart...
I wish I could take back what I started
To part us to see you departing!
If I knew I could say how miserable I am,
You would understand that.
And I would open!
If I knew that from first words spoken!
That letter I wrote to you last year?
Did not make clear my love for you.
Or was it too clear and that is why you split?
Just because I said, 'Kiss my ass and I'm out of it! '
Was not meant for you to go!
That's why I say you don't know me at all.
That's why we reach these crossroads,
And becomed stalled!
How can we overcome torment and raging fits...
If you leave me all alone twitching in a fit!
I thought you loved me?
You would always be with me,
When I went ballistic! And I've missed it!
That letter I wrote to you last year?
The one that said I wish you'd disappear?
You are missed right here and it aches my heart...
I wish I could take back what I started
To part us...
I did that to see you departing!
If I knew I could say how miserable I am,
To you
As I hold back tears ready to drip
From my eyes.
And from my eyes I could see that yours are open.
You would understand that.
But I fear to hear first words spoken...
That may leave me choked up and heartbroken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Blessings At Death (story)
(STORY) (5/22/12)
She was laying in her hospice bed
She knew in a short time she would be dead
She had no fear of death you see
She waited for it patiently.
She knew she lived a good long life
She was a daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife.
Regrets- she knew she had none
GOD had blessed her with a wonderful son
A faith so strong in GOD above
And she showered family and friends with tenderness and love.
She was loved by everyone around
In her spirit and heart true love they found.
The most gentlest person you'd ever want to meet
Knowing her was such a treat.
When she went for her physical that year
The doctors found what they feared
A cancer cell growing so rapidly
It was something they did not foresee.
She showed no signs as many do
But they knew her life was through.
Her family was with her 24/7
They knew soon she'd be in heaven.
The hospital corridors were filled with people
And bells were ringing from all the steeples.
She was not a woman of fortune and fame
And of nothing in her life did she feel ashamed.
Just a loving heart so pure and true
That she shared it with everyone she knew.
They say she died in her sleep, as everyone began to weep.
But before she died - she had told her son
"tell the world- LOVES JUST BEGUN'.
poem by Louis Rams
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