Poems, Poetry
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The stranger that Iam
To you, to this whole world
The realization sunk into me
Dragging me into the depth of loneliness
Where did I lose everything?
But then, when did I have anything?
Life seems to be a mirage
And, I, the real puppet
Fighting to find a voice…
Uncertainty, which dominated my life
Seemed to rip away, even the meager pleasured
If ever, I had any…
Love they say makes the world go round
But love, I say gives only pain and wound
The silent tears, the frustrated despair
Makes me dread away from love…
Memories, dangerous beings they indeed are
Evokes in me a lust for more
But, why should I ever yearn for more?
When al I ever had is nothing…
Alien to my own thoughts, my own self
I seem to exist lifelessly
Happiness, I feel is an illusion
But then, so is my life…
This poem was written/submitted by niyathi.
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WHEN THE SKY GOES DARK, AND MOON DISAPPEARS……
WHEN THE STARDOM LURES,AND LIFE IS LONELY………..
WHEN THE UPS AND DOWNS ARE SO UNEVEN,THAT I CAN’T WALK….
WHEN THE HAPPINESS STOPS MAKING ME HAPPY,ANS SADNESS APPEARS TO BE SO REAL….
WHEN THE WORKS STOP BEING A WORSHIP AND TIME STAND STILL……
WHEN THE WINTERS ARE SO LONG AND AUTUMNS ARE NOT NEAR…..
WHEN I STARE AT MY PAST,BUT NOTHING APPEARS TO BE CLEAR….
WHEN I WISH TO TAKE A PATH AND GET RID OF MY PAINS….
I REMEMBER THE DAY WHEN I WAS TAUGHT , ITS THE LIFE ALWAYS WE DON’T GAIN…
TIMES MAY BE HARD, LIFE MAY HAVE FEARS…
BUT THAT SHOULD NOT MAKE OUR EYES FULL OF TEARS….
SOMETIMES WE MAY LOOSE OUR OWN SHADOW, BUT WE SHOULD NOT LOOSE HOPE…
ITS OUR DESTINY TO WIN OUR LOOSE BUT IN OUR HANDS , TO LET IT GO…..
WHATEVER HAPPENS GOOD OUR BAD, I WANT THE WORLD SHOULD SEE…
I WANT TO BE MYSELF ALWAYS ,I LOVE TO BE JUST MEE
This poem was written/submitted by TANU SINGH.
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Hit again! that’s twice today.
Why don’t they get it over and blast me all away.
Never had no learning; never taught to pray;
Want to talk to Jesus; don’t know what to say.
Where’d you come from Buddy? Wasn’t here before.
Don’t look like no soldier. You ain’t used to war.
What’s that on your shoulder; Buddy, that’s no gun.
You should have some weapons; war ain’t just for fun.
Gee, your head is bleeding. Let me wipe your brow.
I got the strength to do it; I’m strong as ever now.
Crown of thorns and cross … Golly, I remember;
you’re the King, the Boss.
Thought I was unlucky; all i’ve sacrificed;
But I’m dying happy in the arms of Christ
Carol Bullard; Wilson, NC
This poem was written/submitted by Carol Bullard.
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maybe its coming together
maybe its fallin apart
maybe im lying to myself
but at least this lie makes it easy
easy to feel how i feel inside
at least with this lie i dont cry
ive been telling this lie for so long
i cant remember if it really me
but i’ll keep lying
so i dont have to face the truth
how im perfect for you
but there are no perfect lies
ones to hide an imperfect life
This poem was written/submitted by Madison Mohr.
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Oh Computer Oh Computer………..
You Are The Real Forthcoming Future.
You Can Do All Tough Things,
What Is Human Can’t Imagine, That You Brings.
You Makes Impossible To Possible, You Are Greatest Smart,
But You Are The One Who Had Without A Heart.
You Can Solve Hard Problems, Just Like An Easy
You Can Create Save Or Delete, Happiness Life Not Like Busy.
You Lives Between Wires Softwares And Hardwares, You Works Without Stress,
You Are The Modern Revolution For The Human Race.
You Are The Sorce Of Entertainment, You Makes Life Beautiful,
You Are The Best Friend Of Human Cause You Are Wonderful.
Oh Computer Oh Computer………….
- Rajkumar Patra
This poem was written/submitted by Rajkumar Patra.
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A glimpse, a glimpse is all you get
If you make but one mistake
So wisely choose the path you take
For one wrong foot, one miss step
A glimpse is all you get
A mere look, a glance
Of a place so rare
Is not something for much care
For as you look you must reap
And a faint glance cannot keep
So wisely choose your path
And if you make it straight
You will get to that place so great
But if you make but one mistake
A glimpse, a glimpse is all you take
This poem was written/submitted by Cassandra.
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It’s nifty
to become 50.
Your family will be holding
a party in your name.
There will be all
kinds of cake, candy
and drinks.
Please come early and
for Heavens sake don’t forget
your teeth.
This poem was written/submitted by Frank HOulihan.
