EVERY MORNING IS A NEW MORNING
and EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY
and EVERY NIGHT IS A NEW NIGHT
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD LOVE MORE
AND EVERY ROSE IS A NEW ROSE
and EVERY FULL MOON IS A NEW MOON
and EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD RISK MORE
AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IS A NEW HEARTBEAT
and EVERY BREATH IS A NEW BREATH
and EVERY SMILE IS A NEW SMILE
BUT STILL
I WISH THAT I COULD BE MORE
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Posted: Mar 2017
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Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!”
Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!"
-Kazantzakis
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A bad cop drove early,
From ground hit instant,
Jerk kick limply,
Manual neutral off side,
Pull quick resting stop,
This undeniable Van,
Wasted xerophyte your zip.
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Posted: Aug 2013
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I am going to try and compose a Abecedarian form.. . . Not easy at all
Example
A better cat doesn 't exist, four
gentle hearts insist. Juggling kittens,
leaping, mewing, now overturning
pillows -- quietly rush , sustain terror--
understand : Vitality will explode
yawning zzz 's !
by LaVerna B. Johnson
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He was at the table
Threatened for the cards he played
Over nickels and dimes
The tips that he gave were always kind of small
When a bid was made
He had to make the call
And when the operator came on the line
She said sir
Can't you Get it in your mind
She will never talk to you
This should be clear
And now there's a silence in here
They want to show him to the door
And tell him to go
To where the sun never shines
And while some have it all
He always takes the fall
Over nickels and dimes
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Posted: Mar 2017
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Author: Unknown
today i stand up with so many
with the proud colors behind me
as there was no time to think but the under standing of
who we , they , them are
as i looked up and down i see so many happy.
for what they are standing for.
we , they , them are not any different but so many are afraid
y i dont know but im not one of THEM
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Posted: Jul 2009
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well my mom did not want me to go to the gay parade today but i went any way because i wanted to see for my self y it my family is afraid of gay , bi, tran , lesb
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Author: Unknown
It breaks you HEART when people you know become people you knew; When you can walk right past someone as if they were never a HUGE part of your life... Your heart breaks and your head aches, And you feel like a dummy for wanting them to feel the same way you do... It sucks to know that person is going to be fine without you, But you know you will never be the same without them... You used to be able to talk for hours on the phone, And now you can't even look at each other in the eye... It completely breaks your heart to know good things change even though you don't want them to... What do you do when you already did everything, When you were so close to perfection, but it still wasn't enough... How are you supposed to react when he or she acts like nothing ever happened, When he or she treats you like if you were friends... What do you do when you don't wanna be friends Because it reminds you of what you used to be, more... Why do you become the stupid one for wanting him/her to feel what you feel, To feel just as pathetic, anxious, and confused as you do... It hurts to know you wait around all day for a text or call or even an e-mail, HOPING that they regret ending it and beg for another chance... And it kills you to know that if they did want to comeback, No matter how pathetic or how stupid you feel you will take them back in a heartbeat... And the worst feeling of all is not knowing what you did to make them leave... You spend all day staring at the ceiling replaying every moment of your time together, Trying to catch whatever it was you "did" even when you know it's not your fault... And when you do this three or four times and you get to the point where you can't think anymore, You pick up the phone to call him/her but know that you'll just look pathetic so you don't call... Instead you lay back down, bury your face in your pillow, And SCREAM your heart OUT!!! Tears start to run down your face, You think of who to call to make you feel better, But you know the only person who can make you laugh is him/her, So you cry, you cry so hard until it hurts, until you can't breath until you can't see until you can't think... And after all this you somehow still find the strength to throw on that fake smile, Stand in front of everyone and be able to say, "I'm Okay"... And no one even takes a second look, cuz no one notices And you think you have fooled everyone... But in your heart you know the truth, That you lost someone very special... But now that person is just a hope, a dream, a memory. Cuz know he/she is gone; And there was nothing, absolutely nothing you could have done to stop it. This is the lost serenade of a weeping soul... The memory of someone special... The Sorrow of our conflicted minds
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Posted: Jun 2012
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this poem is about a broken heart
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Author: Unknown
PER CHANCE TO CHANCE A CHANGE
PER CHANCE TO START MY HEART AGAIN
APART, TOGETHER AND NEVER PART AGAIN
PER CHANCE TO FIT AND FLY OUR WINGS AGAIN
WHILE A SULTRY SERAPHIM SINGS AGAIN
YOU CAME TO MAKE MY BLOOD FLOW ONCE MORE
A LOVE TO COME AND GROW ONCE MORE
NEVER AGAIN SHALL I WATCH WONDER WALK AWAY
WHEN TEMPERENCE IS MADE TO SPEAK TODAY
TO HOLD,TO TOUCH, TO FEEL AGAIN
TO FINLLY ACTUALLY HEAL AGAIN
TO FEEL THAT SPARK AND IGNITE THE DARK
TO LEAVE OUR TEARS BEHIND AND LEAVE OUR MARK
I PRONOUNCE, I PROCLAIM I CLAIM OUR AIM IS HOPE
I CONDEMN, I CONTRON AND CONJOLE OUR WAY TO COPE
I,WISHED NOT THAT CLOSE SO NO ONE EVER KISSED ME
I, A SEQUESTERED SOUL WHO WENT NOWHERE SO NO ONE MISSED ME
AS FALLEN LEAVES FROM A MAPLE TREE
AS THE SOUND OF HER HUSH WILL ENABLE ME
LET TWO WHO FLEW ONCE AGAIN SWEEP THE SKY
SINCE OUR UNION CRUCIFIED THE WORD "GOODBYE"
(C) 2011...she by way of ~free cee!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
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SHE!!!!!!!! AND I ONLY USED "CHILDHOOD" AS BAIT TO GET YOU PEOPLE READING IN MY DARKNESS!
BTW: STEPHEN KING CO-Authored A GREAT BOOK ENTITLED "ON WRITING" IT'S A TUTORIAL WRITTEN FOR POETS WHO WANT TO BE REAL.....IN THE TEXT THEY OPINE "NO GOOD AUTHOR ABUSES THE PRIVILAGE OF USING AN EXCLAMATION MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEY, TYHE SAID ANY GOOD WRITER
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In the name of God, the most gracious, the most merciful Praise be to God, Lord of the worlds, Most Gracious, Most Merciful, Owner of the Day of Judgment. You we worship and You we seek help. There is no God but Allah, Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah
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Posted: Jul 2023
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., in my sleep,
when I met an angel,
he kidnapped me from my dream,
flew with me through time and space,
the years passed, we came forward,
there we saw an old man,
the head so bald, the eyes very dull,
one recognized a broken mind,
he knelt in front of an old stone,
surrounded by grass, and cleaned it clean,
Tears fell on the stone,
he wiped them away and they came back
he looked up but did not see me
looked the angel directly in the face,
his eyes filled with terror,
Memories came, you saw them,
he stretched out his hands towards the creature,
he began to tremble, and then to plead:
"I knew you a long time ago,
you have freed me from a dream,
I dreamed of love, and happiness for two,
but I lived in solitude,
You wanted to give me liberation,
the prospect of a beautiful life,
but you brought me pain,
have snatched away my little heart,
If I had the choice, I could decide again
I would rather live with all my suffering! "
The angel looked at me questioningly,
I recognized the question, I was this man,
now located in front of the stone,
which once was his heart.
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Posted: Dec 2017
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Some thoughts sometimes
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if some one love you tomuch dont make cheating with them ??
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Posted: Dec 2020
About this poem:
true
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