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reguiny2006

The lone Poetic voice.

Oh! Those political schemes of tyrannical things,
by sleight of voice most magical powers,
whence by guile, turn weeds into scented flowers,
to charm the ear of unsuspecting Spring;
How in comparison, the Poet his notion lays
to embrace humanity with equality of praise,
tell, in metre's joyous rhyme, like as a dream
to common man, who in humble cottage dwell
and know other, than life's simple spell;
So,you with smooth oration's vast rhetoric's store,
relate in simple terms, the virtue that is war,
your articulated art, promote war mongering schemes,
tell me, what brightness from tunnels end e'er gleams,
and after the mightiest bombardment, what remains
of your valiant victory, save shaclkes, death and chains;
Oh! ye heroic trespassers, pray what, an empty reign
o'er war contaminated lands, sightless, see not waste
by man's political crimes, save foul power, to taste
and re-write the ethics of genocide by convenient pen
that mocks the code of peaceful law abiding men;
How populous enclaves burnt blackened in the sun,
by new found technology in secret shadows spun,
rifled Palaces torn down to rubbled pens,
reduce the warrior, to wicked obsolescent men,
unaware of wrong, fueled by conceited pride,
such arrogance abound with war strutting stride,
empty and vacant hearts hear not the young maidens cry
who mourn their dear brothers and Fathers slain,
tight clasped their hands ask the reason why,
the rivers of blood from our loved family ta'en,
Alas! Savage rites of war, its unabashed ear,
leaves, but widows, awash with endless tears.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
As a lone voice in the wilderness and deemed as unpatriotic to criticize the political war Lords, whose driving force is the weaponry of war supported by propaganda of mis-information, our hands are awash with blood.
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WILDANDREADY

THE RAIN

IT'S DRIVING ME, INSANE; FOR IT DOESN'T EASE THE PAIN I FEEL; WHENEVER, I WHISPER YOUR NAME! THERE WAS A TIME, WHEN WE WERE LOVERS; AND WE'D LOOK DOWN, ON ALL THE OTHERS; FOR WE KNEW OUR LOVE WOULD LAST; BUT THAT WAS IN THE PAST! SO NOW; I'M BEHIND THE PLOW; FOR ALL OF MY HOPES AND DREAMS, HAVE FADED; AND ALL EXPECTATIONS, ARE JADED! I WISH YOU WELL, AND ONLY TIME WILL TELL, IF WE MISS EACH OTHERS KISS!
AS FOR RIGHT NOW; I CAN ONLY REMINISCE!
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
ALOT OF PAIN EMPTIES OUT IN THE RAIN! THE POEM IS ABOUT A FRIEND! NOT ME! I REPEAT; NOT ME!
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honeybear3000

Call It A Day......

I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabulary today not feeling sorry for my self I wish i was right but like a kite in the wind with out a tail between my legs it's time to bail an bound to fail these tides of times well never unveil what ya say say we call it a day
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Posted: Apr 2015
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Abby1963

Alone

Lost and lonely
Heart is empty
Roams the streets
Looking for peace
Will to live is slowly dying
I begin to pray
Oh God please forgive me my sins
Light the way
Forever in my heart you shall remain
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Posted: Mar 2015
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48jojo

Feelings

Tear drops running down our checks

like a gentle rain falling from above

Why do we shed our tears from our eyes

Its our feelings we can't hold inside

falling, falling we can't hold them back

We share those heartbreaks for all to see

Just letting it all go gently falling down, down

We helpless to stop and can't hold them back

Its always feels good as we let those feelings go

We just can't hold them inside anymore

When the tears stop the smiles return

and our eyes will twinkle again
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
Was watching a sad movie and one of the actors name was teardrop
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nzdream2015

i cant belive

I can’t believe
I can’t believe you would turn out like the rest
Here’s me thinking it’s a shame u never knew what’s best
You played with my heart and my emotions and feelings
You played me like a fool and now my heart will start its healing

You made a promise that you won’t leave me
Now I know you didn’t care nor did u want us to be
You could have had a heart to say why what you did
Now u have so much hate for u don’t treat me like a kid

You gave me hope for a better life for you and me
You couldn’t help it you couldn’t just tell me let it be
Id tried my best to make it right for us tried my best
Now I’ll never forgive you may Ur soul be at rest

You never knew what real love felt like nor did you care
I hope you love Ur life in pain heartache and in fear
I have been such a fool to believe that you were the one
I believe you didn’t care about my feelings or what you have done

I gave you my heart for you but you stomped it on the ground
I hope I never get to see you not here or now or around
You do what’s best for you and think what you have done
Deep in your heart I hope you can live that you hurt the one

I’ll never forgive you I can do better this time round
No matter where I am or where I go I’ll never be down
I’ll think forward to the place where I want to go and be
I’m better off without you now I’ll find someone who will love me.
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
what i was feeling about the time
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Lyfryter103

Broken

I found this
Broken on the ground
You must not want it
If you leave it laying around

It's in pretty bad shape
It's been kicked and trampled
Maybe it was just
Something you sampled

It's missing some pieces
I don't think it can be repaired
You shouldn't have taken it
If you never cared

They're not easy to fix
Some can't be at all
No matter what you do
Or who you call

You have to be careful
For these are very frail
Breaking them is a crime
Although you won't go to jail

Some people give theirs away
Without a pause
They don't think about
The pain it could cause

They can go on living
But they might never heal
From mistaking a game
For something they thought was real

I guess I'm one of those
Who made that same mistake
I still haven't learned
What's real and what's fake

Although you've damaged it
I guess I'll take it back
Since an interest in it
You obviously lack

So I'll leave you alone
And try to make a new start
Even without the missing pieces
Of this broken heart
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
Just another metaphor describing heartbreak.
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WILDANDREADY

PRO SPORTS

IT USED TO BE, THAT YOU PLAYED, FOR LOVE OF THE GAME; NOW, IT'S ALL ABOUT MONEY; AND I FIND THAT, RATHER LAME! PEOPLE LIKE LEBRON, COULD CARE LESS, ABOUT; YOU OR ME! WE COULD DIE, IN THE STANDS, AND WE WOULD JUST BE, ONE OF THE FANS! LONG AGO, I HEAR; THERE WAS A TEAM, CALLED; THE BROOKLYN BUMS! THEY WEREN'T INTERESTED IN RATINGS; OR MONETARY SUMS! JUST THE LOVE OF THE GAME; AND FANS LIKE YOU AND ME! MY, HOW THE GAME OF PRO SPORTS; HAS TURNED INTO GREED; AND THAT IS THE WORST; A TRAGEDY; FOR YOU, AND ME!
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
WHERE ARE THE GREATS? DUKE SNYDER, GIL HODGES, AND THE REST OF YOU BUMS? LOVE OF THE GAME, NEEDS TO BE BROUGHT BACK!
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Poetnumber1

The Time Say Goodbye Is Hardest

The idea of forever is kind of ridiculous, which is unfortunate because it's kind of a nice thing to say, you know. I think it softens the blow of mortality and having to say goodbye to everything you know and everyone you love and all that kind of thing. Quote - Conor Oberst



The time to say goodbye is hardest
When countless strength expires
And hours fades into nothingness
You're left in a womb of pain
At the realm of hope's decrease.
The shadows loom above the ceiling
The sun wafts in its last light
The hands of death parades the room
From the vacant isles pulsed with silence
The sirens echoes from the distant
The death bells like a heron sounds
This unimaginable pain leaves me breathless
The windows quivers, iced up with dew
Slow - breath replays , in constant days of dread
I've longed for peace in the darkness
Thro' pain's increase, memories recite
The dead yesterdays of joys sweet.

The time to say goodbye is hardest
I long to smell the ever green grass again
And to hear the language of the seas
Once more in the mezmerizing moment, of the
Ever changeless sun on the realm of heaven
To breathe the free mist of the mystic flowers
To run with the winds, and to feel its warm pulse
In all the earth aglowed with spring
This feeling overwhelms me
To hear my father's voice again, across
The deep quietude of the ever dreamy river.

The time to say goodbye is hardest
The battling days are long
The nights grow cold and weary
Nothing matters but this one necessity
To breathe free again
Oh to breathe free again
The sweet air undisturbed
To be liberated from this long drawn pain
This flourishing sickness unabated
That has graced me for so long.

The time to say goodbye is hardest
The colour of the room is soft
Soft as the song bird's sweet cheer
Perhaps my thoughts draws me back
To the voice of violins and entralling
Blisses 'neath moon's silk hush to breath's delight
To think that I'd favor here than home
Death than the splendor of life
Is but a sordid insanity.
A freshly home cooked meal
Times spent with friends and family
The joyful laughters
The hugs , the endless kisses
Its sobriety enskies
this languid heart of mines.

The time to say goodbye is hardest
My eyes are wet with fresh remorse
The drips are coursing thro' my veins
The injection leaves me weary
I'm a soldier in this war
How often have I died
How often have I clung
To a strand of breath and hope
But as I look back
On the splendor of all my life
My heart would spring
A ceaseless smile
Thro' the valleys of my pain
Whilst my fervent prayers ascend
To a distant sky, relinquished
Of its glow, then so suddenly
I'm at peace in life's carousel.

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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
A near death experience hospitalised has inspired this poem. A pretty tough way to start the year uh. Ive met up with some incredible persons in there who was kind enough to share their experiences with me. One of them unfortunately passed away. The point is when you think that your problems in life is terrible theres always someone out there to top yours. So cherish and appreciate your blessings as small as they may be and live life to the full because one day you may never get that second chance.
Thanks for perusing my poem.
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peachmelba

Sad and happy

One day I was sad and I went to bed because I wanted to stay sad for the day,

I didnt go to work and I lost pay.

I rang up sick and they said it was okay,

Yes it is okay to be sad

If you stay sad tho that is bad.

For you ,

Talk and share with someone to listen.

Give yourself a chance to glisten.


While you were sleeping the sky was weeping,

The dark clouds hovered over your head,

Your isolation was spent in bed.

Till one day a birds wing flapped against the pane of glass

You managed to pull yourself out of bed,

As the bird lay still you thought it was dead,

Now the bird lay in your delicate hand

You were it's saviour and the bird was yours too,

It made you forget about you,

It's wing was broken

Without a word spoken

You knew you were both on the mend,

And so only the nights in bed you did spend,

The saddness came to pass as you sat on the grass as the little bird flew up onto the roof then flew away as you waved it goodbye,

Some days you cry

But then you look to the sky

And think of the little bird,

A fleeting moment of happiness is getting better every day,
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Posted: Feb 2015
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