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If this country can’t find its way to a human path, if it can’t inform conduct with a deep sense of life, then all of us, black
as well as white, are going down the same drain… I picked up a pencil and held it over a sheet of white paper, but my feelings stood in the way of my words. Well, I would wait, day and night, until I knew what to say. Humbly now, with no vaulting dream of achieving a vast unity, I wanted to try to build a bridge of words between me and that world outside, that world which was so distant and elusive that it seemed unreal. I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that
gnaws in us all, to keep alive in our hearts a sense of the inexpressibly human.

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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

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I Heard The Night Whisper Again

I HEARD THE NIGHT WHISPER AGAIN

I heard the night whisper again
I waited for words.
The darkness came
And the words with them.

Night is now the poem
And darkness the destiny.
I hear silence
And a deep calling from another distant world.

Outside all white light denies night its meaning
Inside- the changes of life mean-
Abstraction no longer makes sense.

I hunger to hear my words spoken
But they are blank as dust as dust as the fallen page as the night that never stops happening- the infinite darkness

I hear and I hear but where are you who hear also?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Senseless Night

Do not know what is going to happen with my life?
Really, I have no idea and all that I can say is that I know nothing
It is late at night and I am just typing words on the keyboard
Trying to make sense by joining these alphabets
What do these alphabets mean?
Why am I trying to pen these words together?
Sense, what is the sense behind it all?
Basic meaning of it is what?
Actually, it is senseless
I have just gone berserk and that is all I know
Is there any sense behind these words, I do not know
Sensibility has lost its identification
A senseless night awaits me.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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After All Hymn

After all I am human
And I get mad sometimes
Sometimes it is hard for me to think of something else in
Order to get rid of my anger
But I think I have to replace it with poetry
Poetry is my life
And I live writing poetry
Is poetry just a scribbling that doesn't make sense?
No
Poetry are feelings that are wrtten on a piece of paper or in the computer Scream
Poetry makes sense because every word I carefully select
And there are other words that might pop out of my mind
That I connect with the words in my heart
Do I use strong words in my poetry?
Yes I use strong words
Do I offend my readers with the words I pick?
That Is something that I try not to do
AAafter all
I am human and I do make mistakes
But after I make mistakes I try to move to the next step so I never get Stuck with my mistake
Yes poetry is my voice that is a message that I am trying hard to give to My readers
There are so many different styles of poetry
Haiku, rhiming, and free style
But I always stick with the free style of poetry
I find that it is the style that sooths me just fine
After all
I try very hard to live a modest life that is very plain and simple
From the one I lived 16 years ago
What is wrong to live a life of luxury to me?
First I need to have the money to live a luxurious life
The second part is that I don't want anything to do with a luxurious life
Because I am happy living my simple life
And I hope to live that simple life forever
I want to have dreams only and I don't wish them to turn into reality in My Life
Because I know that my dreams will be dreams
No I can't sell my dreams
Because my dreams are only fantasies that I face every night when I sleep In my bed
And after all I will always be human

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Song From An American Movie Pt. I

Sometimes I get to a point where
I don't give a damn about
anything...anymore
Sometimes I get to a point where
I feel numb and I just don't care
Sometimes I feel like I just
don't care
I sit in my car
and listen to the radio
I think about the past
and it seems so long ago
I know the pain
is slowly going to fade
This life is going to get better
(Things are going to be better)
I wait until
my ex-wife has gone away
I walk around the house
Getting lost inside the old day
I see a picture where
everybody's smiling...
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost
and I don't know why
Sometimes I want to get lost
and I don't know why
(Sometimes I want to get lost
and dream for a while)
Waiting for my little girl
Waiting on the school bus
We're going to the movies
Yeah just the two of us
Sit inside the dark and dream
for awhile
Our life is going to get better
(Yeah it's going to be better)
I wake up weird
in the middle of the night
I walk the floor
until my mind gets right
I think about the past
and it makes me want to cry
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost in the dark
and dream for awhile
Just sit inside a dark room
and dream for awhile
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Alive and happy in
the summertime
I am just like everyone I know
I am afraid of things that I
don't know
I am afraid of ever really
being alone
I want to find myself a brand
new heart
I want to find a girl
and make a brand new start
I want to find a girl and get lost
in the dark
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Through the window of a
summer night
I sit alone in the backyard
Wishing I could be inside
Just the sound of my
little girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive
Sometimes I am happy
just to be alive

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Song From An American Movie Pt 2

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Words

Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer

poem by Sara Fielder
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Say The Words

Every light shines on you tonight
Making a fool out of me
Why wont this love leave me alone
All of the people in this smoky room
Crowded with faces I know
I feel them watching me watch you
Chorus
Say the words
Say the words
Say the words
Say the words so I can leave its over
Your eyes are deeper
They are worthy of many words
But none I can conjure up will do for you
I shouldnt see you
cause I know my own motivation
Its taking too long for this love
To leave me alone
Chorus
Say the words
Say the words
Say the words
Say the words so I can leave its over
Bridge
Oh love you worry me
When you say youll wait forever
I have another life
We just cannot be together
Chorus
Say the words
Say the words
Say the words
Say the words say them for me
I need to hear you say its over
Say the words
Say the words
Say the words so I can leave its over

song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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To Look At The World Again

TO LOOK AT THE WORLD AGAIN

To look at the world again
To see and name
Each kind of different thing
To surround it with words
And try to capture it
As it slips away
To paint in words
To write music
To make one vast description of ‘what is’ in words.

All these are unreal dreams
Someone else must realize-
I have my own small world of feelings
I return to again and again
My little universe of fears and loves.

Outside great and far beyond any nearness I can seem
The world goes on
While I can only
Write
Inside.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Winter Is White

WINTER IS WHITE

Winter is white
.......dogwood white
..............forgetfulness
......... ..........an empty slate

Winter is windy
.......windless words
..............empty words
....................drifting aimlessly

Winter is cold
.......deedless words
..............barrenness
............ ........suffering cold

What sound goes there?
What meaning fills the void?
These white lies of life

...............blown sands –– no trace
.....................................–– no path

.....................blindness––no seeking
...................................... ––no faith

No seeing here
No leading love

White and no light
White and no sight
White and no flight

- March 6,2008

poem by Ben Gieske
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What He Gave to Us

I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.

I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.

I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.

The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl

There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.

Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.

There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.

But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.

The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.

(08/10/11)

poem by Louis Rams
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A lovely expression

If you believe in good theme
then you will certainly come out with good poem
The poem full and appreciation and wisdom
that has been witnessed seldom

Human life is full of ordeals
Al pain an agony is for real
The fate is already sealed
The wounds are open and not healed

How it comes out from heart earnestly?
How it is expressed in words honestly?
Heart is pulsating with rhythm and beats
In any case it has to release the heat

One may cry in wilderness and shout
He may not know what is it all about?
He may be facing critical phase and worst rout
He may have to go in isolation and certainly out

Something comes out all of sudden as expression
That may be in words or in oral admission
If he retains and stores in iron wall
It may be his end and dawn fall

The words spoken in some sense find the place
They have recognition and find some space
It touches your heart and makes you to wonder
You find magical spell with words in thunder

Poetry is for joy and easing of tension
It is very much there but you won’t find any mention
The bitterness may come out when you are in detention
The sweet echo in morning brings you in attention

It is not the placing of words that comes on fore
It is beautiful feeling that has never come out before
You may feel spell bound and put the self in that position
It is real beauty that has been put without any composition

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Author's Inspiration

My fingers do not type the words on the page; they do not draw delusions on a thin piece of white lined paper. They are not meant for the works of art to be used and unworthy for. My fingers are worthy enough to paint pictures inside your cognizance, more than painting a paintless sheet that means nothing to me. My fingers work as if every picture I paint in my mind, inspires them to write the unwritten page, to make it a master piece. But not every inspiration inside my mind, will take merely a second to create. It takes time, patience, and art to smear the writings onto a page. Author inspiration is from what comes from the heart; deep and dark, inspring and light - it's as if it was left inside its cage. No freedom, no light, no darkness, no being of a creature that the render of the paper, simply gave up on inspiring the little ones'. It's as if this mere creature was left within a white blank world. No colors to paint, no words to express. An author inspiration is formed when they see or hear other works of art, whether it's music to their ears, movies they wish to be in, life and feelings that they feel or positioned in, or other writings that they write something else about - but as an inspiration from them. An inspiration can be from anything from the outside world, from what happens inside one's life, to what creates such imagination within one's thoughts that coats the page with color and creativity. Anyone can be talented. Anyone can have an inspiration. You just have to feel and be it.

poem by Alicia Meyers
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For You, My Dear, When You Are So Blank

white sheet. a paper. like you.
iwant to write something
just to fill this white sheet a little bit
some words. i can utter them.
but i like writing them
just to make this white sheet looking
full. like

'i love you'.

the rest need not be written.
i know you know and you know that i know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Writing To

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Writing every emotion..
With such a white background.
It makes no sound
Even as the keys I pound.
Let my words have bite
Let from my words drip out meanings beyond meanings
Its something I try to be constantly be achieving.

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
I want every heart and mind
Sucked in cause this is my world stage
No sense of the time.
Never to turn the page
Stuck in to a world oh so oh so fine

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Listen to her melody, as she sings.
Let chaos reign down from the skies
What will this day really bring?
Will the letter say good bye?
Will it mend everything?

Making everything better.
Destroying all the consequences
That exist in your world.
Welcome to the place I visit daily.
Inspirational maddness,
It attacks, attacks, and attacks.
With perfect sadness
I must let go once more.
And then the words hit the floor

Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
Becoming one with my soul.
Fighting for its one and only control.
Its mine, Its mine. Its mine.
In this reality it subsequently is not
A constant questioning of what?

Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
With every sound, taste, and light.
The worlds get get oh so oh so bright
Understand that which is not so forthright
This is my night, and day.
So come on join me, please this way.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Poem of Poet

Written in four words.
The words of a poet.
Expressing the deep feelings.

The feelings through this words.
Can make a difference.
Which can change the world.

Poets are the magician.
Poems are the magic.
Combining these elements.
Life is so tragic.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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Echo Song

Who can say where Echo dwells?
In some mountain-cave, methinks,
Where the white owl sits and blinks;
Or in deep sequestered dells,
Where foxglove hangs its bells,
Echo dwells.
Echo!
Echo!

Phantom of the crystal Air,
Daughter of sweet Mystery!
Here is one has need of thee;
Lead him to thy secret lair,
Myrtle brings he for thy hair--
Hear his prayer,
Echo!
Echo!

III

Echo lift thy drowsy head,
And repeat each charmëd word
Thou must needs have overheard
Yestere'en ere, rosy-red,
Daphne down the valley fled--
Words unsaid,
Echo!
Echo!

Breathe the vows she since denies!
She hath broken every vow;
What she would she would not now--
Thou didst hear her perjuries.
Whisper, whilst I shut my eyes,
Those sweet lies,
Echo!
Echo!

poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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No Sense

The day has been going and story of life is just fading away since my life has no certainties. Nothing is really known and I am just penning few words. I am not sure as to why I am writing things even though sense is far away. Feeling of proper sense is nowhere near as I am just in a senseless world where finding the right answers is really difficult to do. What have I written and why?

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Dark Side

I bit my upper lip
I take another sip
Coffee so black
Jittery
Stressed
Solve an impossibility
Build the creativity
With humans ingenuity
All with that makes no sense
The soul never relents
Or knows how to repent
How much do I owe?
Can I weigh it in gold?
Can it be told?
With the words that heal
What has been revealed?
What has been sealed?
Shrouded in darkness
The fog has blinded me
Its beyond my understanding
I'm not sure what I should be demanding
Attacking the defenseless
Breaking the hopeless
A survivor of what
Just shut up
A listen to the unforgiven
The urgency is now
How to sooth the savage beast in me
So Angry
Lashing out in strange ways
What has my serenity done to me?
Trying to think
Wanting to be totally tanked
But walking away
Because I know that's not the way
No gonna happen
Not now
Or any other day
I'm stronger
I'm not a monger of meager means
I've already came clean
But the guilt is still there
Rotting
Always bringing the despair
Beware the knife is sharp
Its cuts so deep
Wait the chance it so needs
To breath
To loose
Another golden goose
Another golden egg
Then your dead
As the words I read

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Going Nowhere

This is what you offer me,
A system of dishonesty,
Where life is measured, monetarily,
And I'm just another face.
Another man with the simple skills,
Of staying alive, and paying the bills
I'll Never amount to anything,
Live and die where I've always been.
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
Uneducated, though I graduated,
Wish I would have been a little more dedicated,
And got something out of school,
Instead of always playing the fool.
But even if I did for just one day,
Had all the right words that I wanted to say,
It wouldn't make any difference anyway,
Cause no-one's listening
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care any-more,
My father worked his life away,
In all those years he never missed a day,
There isn't anybody that could say,
He didn't keep his bills paid.
All that time, he never got to do,
All the things in life that he wanted to,
He always kept his family fed,
With the blood and sweat he shed.
With the sacrifice he's made,
This is how he gets repaid,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere

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I Heard The Night Whisper Again

A Senseless Night

After All Hymn

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Song From An American Movie Pt 2

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Winter Is White

What He Gave to Us

A lovely expression

Author's Inspiration

For You, My Dear, When You Are So Blank

Writing To

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No Sense

Dark Side

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