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Jordan9687

Invisible

You ever walk among a crowd
But feel you don't exist
Looking around
There are couples everywhere
Wondering if someday
"Will that be me?"
Then realizing
No one even notices you exist
Some, Like us,
Exist only because
We are strong
Threw thick
Or thin
Pain
Or happiness
We know
This life
Is temporary.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
depressed and have felt like i don't exist my whole life.
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zeeshanr

dreamed of flying

You have dreamed of living in the shining stars
You have dreamed of flying to the glamorous sky

If, i could, if i could be your dream, day after day
I wanna be where you are, day by day

Believe in me,believe in you, Hey i wanna fly just like the butterfly
Let me take you there, more higher, more higher....
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Posted: Feb 2014
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benni2

boy soldier

from wheelbarrow lane a young man came,all youthful,energetic,optimistic and plain.with a tin hat and gun france bound this young one.all wide eyed and and tired in france he arrived.it wasnt the stuff of a young mans dream,more a relentless nightmare this scene.along with thousands of others an yet so alone,dodging bullets and and shells he kept himself going,till gas was unleashed and blackened the sky in the muddy fields at ypes this youngman would die.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
on the centenary of the great war,this poems about waterford boy john condon reputed to be the youngest soldier to die in the war.
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wayne34

donot cross

The road is short
The flashing light sound
Do I cross or do I go
The barriers decend

Quick time to cross
Oh dear am stuck
I push and pull
I cannot move

Oh dear I've pushed my
Luck
Th re in the distance it draws near
Faster faster it draws near
Crash bang


The angels decend
To gods resting place I asend
My new wings I collect my hallo

I have gaind
For I've pushed my luck again :-) ----------,
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Posted: Feb 2014
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adjhe

I Exists In My Dreams

Some days i think of all the days
we where together and i miss you.
I walk around lonely and in a daze.
I go to bed waiting for the aching
of my heart to stop.
I want a break from my existence
here in reality if only for a moment.
In my dreams my imagination takes hold.
I can go anywhere and be anyone.
In my dreams is my home.
I see my husband holding me in his arms
as we watch television with our kids
looking on.
He reminds me how much he loves me.
He tells me how he wants to be with
me forever.
In his arms i loose myself as i have
done so many times before.
You hold my hand as we walk
along the beach.
You remind me of how much you love me.
You hold me keeping all the pain away.
You pull me into your protective arms
where i do not want to leave.
There are mornings where i do not want
to get up i still want to stay with him.
Stay in his arms in my bed.
Why can i not stay there forever.
Reality is to hard some days to face.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
!!!HELP !!!
I thought this feeling was gone
My dreams where me and my husband meet.
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marikia

Day will Come!

Day will come I'll be dead,
Placed with grace into grave,
Heart and feeling I'll mingle
Mingle with cold of the sand…
Worms my heart will beset
Feed voracious on flesh,
To no avail will be sobbing
Of beautiful haired I loved,
To no avail will be wailing
Of violets – sisters of mine.
To no avail will be downfall
Of stars to the plain from above,
To no avail river’s howling,
Rushing from downstream high,
To no avail fall of cracked rock
Down to grove where it’s stuck…
Oh, woe is me, I won’t see them
Turned into the dead as am I.

1886
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Vazha-Pshavela (1861-1915) - a classic of the Georgian literature - was born in a small village Chargali (Pshavi mountainous province in Eastern Georgia) in a family of clergyman. He was a Georgian thinker, poet and writer. Vazha-Pshavela wrote most of his verses, poems and stories in the vicinity of his native village. His poems and narrative stories are widely translated into a number of languages (translations into English by Donald Rayfield, Venera Urushadze, Lela Jgerenaia, Nino Ramishvili, and others).

This one is not quite as joyful as one would expect of someone who's been away for so long, but this is what I have chosen to translate this time, dear poets. I have added the video of a recital of this poem for those who would like to hear how it sounds in Georgian.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zix_Qsjhoq8
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Jordan9687

Pain

Pain is strong
Pain is hard
Pain will make you
And pain will break you
It will show you
Life, through others eyes
May show you right
Or may show you wrong
No matter who you are
It'll pull you down
Get back up
And start again.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this after my dog had past away.
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wayne34

gaining wings

Will I have wings
White fluffy feathers
As tall as I
I'll stretch my wings as far as I can
Flap them
Preen then clean them

Make sure there dry
Now my wings are in fine condition
My white robe clean and
Sparkling white
My hallo

Nesstle upon my head
To my charge I am placed to look after him/her
To follow them to take care
My duty to protect
Him/her
Am now
An angel
Heaven sent
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Stedan

Mortality

We watch as the stars glaze the skies,
they have been there since time memorial,
we are but a spectrum in times eyes,
our lives are liven as a tutorial,

Many before us have passed this phase,
they have had similar existence,
their very own eyes at stars have gazed,
the power of life is no resistance,

We watch as family and friends pass by,
love the ones you meet never forget their touch,
one day soon it will be your turn to die,
will you in turn be grieved as such,

When young we do not think this so,
as full of life and vitality,
our turn will come this we know,
time goes on but not our mortality.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Not so long ago I buried my Uncle who was only 4 years older than I, he was my fathers youngest brother and now his older sister passed yesterday the last remaining sibling on my fathers side. So no more members exist just their children this is the way of life, so when you get that chance to love someone for real keep them close and think of your own mortality.
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adjhe

Feelings

An empty space
a vacant chair
just waiting there.
Looking into there
i see all the happy
times with thee.
You made me smile.
You made me laugh.
You were full of
such glee for all
the world to see.
The light shown
off you with love
for all to see just
how much everyone
meant to thee.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
just opening up the memory box,
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