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Unknown

Drunk

How many times
have you promised
how many times
have you said
as you once again
look down
on a child
battered and beaten
laying there
on the kitchen floor
trying to protect a mummy
who doesn't want
to be hurt
anymore
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Posted: Jun 2016
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Bbip123

Who is Woman?

Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who created the men
With so much pain.

Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who loves us now and then,
But gets no love in return.

Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who takes so much burden
But gets no apprecition.

Who is Woman?
She is the one
Who gets beating
With stick and stone.

But All Mighty
A question too arise
Why does she keep quiet?
Why does not she fight?
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Posted: Oct 2016
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daniel1357

Evening Poem

to have a line
be nude of a person

to have a sky lifted
are the only things

loss equals
the shape of evenings

the sadness of rooms
and time

to be felt is the only thing
to touch.
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Posted: Nov 2016
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marikia

I Remember not the Cause of My Joy…

I remember not what was the cause of my joy,
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.

And this question inside me is constantly born:
Shouldn’t I stop shedding tears, have I not cried enough?!
I recall in this garden sitting pondering long
Since to dearest friend bade I final good bye.

Sky, observed oftentimes, now it slowly unfolds,
There is space once again, there is also the earth.
Used to come yesteryear all summer long,
Then this garden wore down, it I fully forgot.

I remember not what was the cause of my joy,
Now I watch space observed how it slowly unfolds.
And this garden I loved, sitting here I enjoyed,
Used to come yesteryear all summer long.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
The cause of joy must have been the poet's dearest friend, a buddy, a soulmate, a beloved, to whom bidding farewell could have produced a great stress and depression, so abysmally deep that he does not even remember who or what the cause of his broken spirit is. His poetry is permeated with the deepest melancholy, despondency, depressed state, and thoughts of death.

Here are links to his poem Memento Mori - the poem itself with English translation (which is not mine) and a video with the recital of the poem.

Thank you very much for your interest. This blessed Corner brings world poetry to the attention of audience prepared to read, listen and enjoy it!

http://courses.washington.edu/dtcg/texts/data/tg/memento_mori.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16DIrXXYqcM
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Damien82

untitled

Who cares, who wonders who wishes away the days,
what will be done in different ways,
How fear of loss creeps through the mind,
until the day you cannot find.

I'd never wish a life be born,
the trouble brought by meaningful scorn,
what did I do,
what Karma fell,
life can be Heaven
and also Hell.

Each day a question,
unsolved with sense,
each night is tension,
the dark is dense.

Awake, awake
each morn with light,
for my own sake,
make clear the sight.
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Posted: Jan 2017
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lookn2share

SAD TRUTH

Hopelessness that engulfed me long ago continues to take a toll
succumbing is imminent if I don't find the cure for my ailing soul
It's gotten more arduous keeping at bay the indignation I deeply feel
constant unwanted thoughts of dying have become scary real

I battle Demons like every person does in some capacity I'd surmise
you can't truly know others because all have something requiring disguise
For way too many years I have contemplated giving in to suicide
I'm still here because strength I've questioned is very alive inside

The will to keep on living was THE one thing I hoped to never lose
my life has been inundated with misery I didn't willingly choose
There are numerous reasons I can't ascend from the dark pit of grief
in my most desperate times I've called on a mythical god for relief

I have been unable to secure joy but thankfully it occasionally stops by
absolute detestation for our nefarious world tops all the reasons why
More often I find myself caring less about waking to another tomorrow
pain heightens knowing so many others are suffering even worse sorrow

To everyone like me struggling to endure this every day fight
'HOPE' we must somehow never allow to escape our sight
This utterly sinister life doesn't resemble a "Gift" at all
when you fall and feel you've reached to tired to stand...Crawl

Let the unconditional love of family be reason you stay
we can certainly wish all misery is going to end someday
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Truth and Hope
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EyeLook4U

No Love

No love
No love
For a long long time

Nothing to hear
To touch my ear
A voice of someone kind

Like a lost lonely bird starring at the snow
With no will to fly
As the snowflakes swirl they cling to my eyes

No love
No love
No love for a long long time
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Posted: Feb 2017
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Taz0274

The fear

Just look what's happening everywhere
The terrorists at will
Are targeting without a thought
Their object just to kill

They're murdering whoever 's there
It doesn't matter who
Men, women and children
To them, any soul will do

So can you blame the people who
Have seen this all before
No matter where they are
They fear it landing at their door

And then they start to think the worse
Till it effects each day
And also ruins any thoughts
They had of going away

They're thinking of what if they come
And do it in this place
They're doing it almost everywhere
To every other race

Why go outside, why take a chance
Today, us, it could be
And all those hours in the day
With some we may not see

Will we be safe, If we don't move
Do these four walls protect
Will putting our heads down keep us
From fears that we suspect

Those thoughts of what could happen
Keep us lying in our bed
An overwhelming feeling
That we may just end up dead

These fears are so irrational
The chances are so rare
But that just doesn't register
To people everywhere

The only thing that's on their minds
Is worry and bad thoughts
Of what could happen to us
If surrounded by gunshots

We shouldn't let that fear control
We've our own lives to save
Don't let it stop the things we do
Or change how we behave

To let it in means they have won
From many miles away
But not if you just live your lives
And wear a smile each day
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this from just hearing of all the bad things happening around the world and how its affecting people's living their lives
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Taz0274

Again

Please tell me what is in their minds
Just what are they thinking
Attacking lots of innocents
Who didn't do a thing

It's turkey now, such tragedy
The loss of life immense
Those people didn't do a thing
It just does not make sense

They all got up, went on their way
And lived their normal lives
not knowing others had a plan
Where only few survives

How can they be so heartless
By attacking those they could
It feels like they're just yearning
for the sight of people's blood

My heart goes out to all who died
Their families and friends
They shouldn't have to go through this
For them it never ends

It's happening all round the world
Yet none of us have heard
I don't believe that, that is right
We all should spread the word

We need to let them know we care
That all life is the same
For those of you who don't believe
Well that is just a shame
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this at the time of the tragedy in turkey
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EyeLook4U

Two Hundred Twenty Nine

Two hundred twenty nine
And now today another I will write
But if I'd had someone to talk too
There wouldn't be one poem in your sight

Two hundred twenty nine leaves a long lonely trail
And it's sad looking back
So write one more might as well

Two hundred twenty nine
What has been on my mind
What was I trying to say
Now it's two thirty I'll still be awake come the break of day

So now you have found me after my thoughts have become so quiet
But If I had someone to talk too
There wouldn't be one poem in your sight
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Posted: Jul 2017
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