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Tears and smiles
as a game you look at me and smile
I know you'r looking for my consent
but you're causing a disease that does not make sense
I smile too and a tear slips through my face
mad woman, sad woman
I should have known you were a problem
so thought my mind
but now I know why
is this life that wants to
human existence in it's essence
wants ...tears and smiles
I know you'r looking for my consent
but you're causing a disease that does not make sense
I smile too and a tear slips through my face
mad woman, sad woman
I should have known you were a problem
so thought my mind
but now I know why
is this life that wants to
human existence in it's essence
wants ...tears and smiles
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Sorry ..to sad for any comment..see you later
Doris Lessing 1919-2013 (A tribute)
Doris Lessing is dead,
And she's not a feminist,
An uninhibited outspoken novelist,
She's also sociable and artistic.
Mind you she's no easy meat,
Won the Nobel Prize for a lifetime writing,
Passed away at the age of ninety four,
And her memories through her books will continue.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
A tribute to the lady who wrote the famous 'The Golden Notebook'She left her family to for her work.
Novelist,poet and writer.
Footnote : I really don't know who she is or read any of her books.
Just read the papers and when I was reading her story, felt compelled inside of me to write this, a sudden impulses and here it is with its full force.
Maybe its the magic of her aura or the mystic kinship from one writer to another. . . All I can say is while writing this, tears flow so I think she must be special.
Lost Soul
Dear lost shattered soul
You float around this world carrying a heavy load
Not knowing where you ought to go.
You seem not to fit anywhere
Like a square peg in a round hole
You’re weary and dark
Your light faded long ago
You’ve searched for some small spark
To ignite your presence
But only sadness and anger
Has boiled inside your essence
You’ve turned from darkness to a black hole
Wishing and hoping that your existence would just go
Instead you float on like a single surviving wing
Of an Angel that died long ago
You scream into your darkness
Overwhelmed with pain
That seems to be stronger
With each passing day
You are blind to the brightness
That is consumed within your screams
It battles the darkness
For some kind of way in
Endless tears of anguish and torture
Is all you allow yourself to see
As you question why you should be
You float around this world carrying a heavy load
Not knowing where you ought to go.
You seem not to fit anywhere
Like a square peg in a round hole
You’re weary and dark
Your light faded long ago
You’ve searched for some small spark
To ignite your presence
But only sadness and anger
Has boiled inside your essence
You’ve turned from darkness to a black hole
Wishing and hoping that your existence would just go
Instead you float on like a single surviving wing
Of an Angel that died long ago
You scream into your darkness
Overwhelmed with pain
That seems to be stronger
With each passing day
You are blind to the brightness
That is consumed within your screams
It battles the darkness
For some kind of way in
Endless tears of anguish and torture
Is all you allow yourself to see
As you question why you should be
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post CommentA loving pain ...
She look into his eyes and knew he hurt, by the way he held his head away from crowd...
She saw someone approach him and the smile was there, as if by magic it appeared...
She knew everyone thought all was well, when in reality he was living in hell...
He stretched out his hand to take a drink, and standing so close her eyes on the glass she saw his fingers clink...
It hurt her heart, She felt his pain...
Knowing what it feels like to love someone, who may never feel the same...
She saw someone approach him and the smile was there, as if by magic it appeared...
She knew everyone thought all was well, when in reality he was living in hell...
He stretched out his hand to take a drink, and standing so close her eyes on the glass she saw his fingers clink...
It hurt her heart, She felt his pain...
Knowing what it feels like to love someone, who may never feel the same...
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
This poem is giving an idea what it feels like to love someone so much and knowing they are in love with someone else...Stolen Lives
Written in memory of my brother who died from substance abuse/addiction}
All around me, I see the starving souls...
full of anguish and fear.
I see minds and bodies warped by "the stranger" ,
disguised and proffered as medicine.
Jackals on every corner...
licking the remnants of another promise from their hands...
So much pain I see in their faces...
so distant and removed from joy.
The life light is but a shadow of what once was,
the pyre burns, the flames licking each regret....
but never drying the tears.
The innocent lust for life...supplanted by the the pale mirror of a stolen conscience.
They walk the dark and lonely streets...
pretending that each day won't be their last.
Lives stolen...for a pence...and a dream.
Gregory S
All around me, I see the starving souls...
full of anguish and fear.
I see minds and bodies warped by "the stranger" ,
disguised and proffered as medicine.
Jackals on every corner...
licking the remnants of another promise from their hands...
So much pain I see in their faces...
so distant and removed from joy.
The life light is but a shadow of what once was,
the pyre burns, the flames licking each regret....
but never drying the tears.
The innocent lust for life...supplanted by the the pale mirror of a stolen conscience.
They walk the dark and lonely streets...
pretending that each day won't be their last.
Lives stolen...for a pence...and a dream.
Gregory S
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
RIP Brother.Lost
So many twists, so many turns
This maze they call life
Getting cuts, bruises and burns,
Why must I have all this strife?
Haven't I suffered enough?
Borne enough?
Given enough?
Lost enough?
Now to wander through this place
Always doing,
Seeking
Knocking
Asking
When will it end?
I feel so lost and so alone
No one to truly call my own
None but God to walk with me
I long for an earthly sanctuary
I'm tired and I'm cold
Day by day
Growing old
Won't someone come and walk with me...?
If this maze I must tread
At least let me have one true friend
Who'll always be there
Through thick and thin
And laugh with me
Till our heads spin
Who'll cry with me
Help mop the tears...
Show me the way when I've lost my own
And who's never too busy
To answer the phone
That's my prayer for today...
Lord.... I need a friend....
If I am to walk this way.
This maze they call life
Getting cuts, bruises and burns,
Why must I have all this strife?
Haven't I suffered enough?
Borne enough?
Given enough?
Lost enough?
Now to wander through this place
Always doing,
Seeking
Knocking
Asking
When will it end?
I feel so lost and so alone
No one to truly call my own
None but God to walk with me
I long for an earthly sanctuary
I'm tired and I'm cold
Day by day
Growing old
Won't someone come and walk with me...?
If this maze I must tread
At least let me have one true friend
Who'll always be there
Through thick and thin
And laugh with me
Till our heads spin
Who'll cry with me
Help mop the tears...
Show me the way when I've lost my own
And who's never too busy
To answer the phone
That's my prayer for today...
Lord.... I need a friend....
If I am to walk this way.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Feeling tired, a bit lost and somewhat confused.... just thoughts...
Bitterness of Poverty
Why do you cry?
That lady begging with her infant daughter; you dont know them?
So why cry for strangers?
Just people you pass by, it doesn't affect you, if they live or die?
I cry for her suffering, for I know the pain.
Although we are strangers, but circumstances and fate, experiences and life, make us play the game.
I understand the hardship of a mother, trying to raise a man.
Strangers they may be, yet they are family, under nationality.
A mother, An anuty, my sisters, or someones wife.
We wear the same skin, we speak the same tone; we are united together, we are Vietnamese.
So i shed these tears for the unlucky, crying for their pain; for the bitter taste of hunger and proverty, Vietnam, Australia; no matter where, it all taste the same.
That lady begging with her infant daughter; you dont know them?
So why cry for strangers?
Just people you pass by, it doesn't affect you, if they live or die?
I cry for her suffering, for I know the pain.
Although we are strangers, but circumstances and fate, experiences and life, make us play the game.
I understand the hardship of a mother, trying to raise a man.
Strangers they may be, yet they are family, under nationality.
A mother, An anuty, my sisters, or someones wife.
We wear the same skin, we speak the same tone; we are united together, we are Vietnamese.
So i shed these tears for the unlucky, crying for their pain; for the bitter taste of hunger and proverty, Vietnam, Australia; no matter where, it all taste the same.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
I saw while sight seeing Ho Chi Minh City at night; when there's less traffic; an old lady on the side of the road with tears running down her face. In her arms a bundle faintly crying. I imagine if that was me and my mother and an uncontrollable sadness came over me. So I gave her $10, which means food for her and her baby for at least a day. The next night I saw I same lady at the same place and again I gave her $10. The third night I saw her again, still crying and so was the bundle, this time as I got closer I realized that the infant under her arm was actually a toy! I was fooled.Strange, is it not?
Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.
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Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where
---
Omar Khayyam
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.
--
Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where
---
Omar Khayyam
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Posted: Oct 2013
Post Commentbeautiful life
hurts, sorrows and misfortunes
may have fallen like autumn leaves
brushing our pains, sharp and bitter
lacerating our bloodless wounds
but yet these battles
even as we stand mutilated
broken and helpless
it does build our character strong,
making us alert, keen
and weak no more, after all
when the storms have passed
the moon will come out again
the sun will rise, the stars
will lit at night
the trees will hum a tune
the wind will sing a lullaby
as the birds will fly high
up in the blue rainbow colored sky
yes, after the bitterness
of dissappointment ceases
it is still a beautiful life.
may have fallen like autumn leaves
brushing our pains, sharp and bitter
lacerating our bloodless wounds
but yet these battles
even as we stand mutilated
broken and helpless
it does build our character strong,
making us alert, keen
and weak no more, after all
when the storms have passed
the moon will come out again
the sun will rise, the stars
will lit at night
the trees will hum a tune
the wind will sing a lullaby
as the birds will fly high
up in the blue rainbow colored sky
yes, after the bitterness
of dissappointment ceases
it is still a beautiful life.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
just lifeworld of words
I sit in a silent world of words. Sadness surrounds me, sarrow blinds me, I await for a love that will never come. Words are a cheep rendition of a truth or false world never knowing. Give me proof of your reality,something tangible to hang on to. How easy it is hideing behind the world of words.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
this is not a poem about scammers its about how others expect blind trust. only a fool trust in human kind blindly.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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