Best Genuineness Poems

The Call

For as long as I can remember, I have been phoning my mom. Even before leaving home when I was a teenager. Whenever I...

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Man loves friends
Babies have toys as friends
Children have peer groups as friends
Young men like making friends
Friends can become spouses
Entrepreneurs have ambitions and dreams 
as friends
Stars...

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Who is that brave and noble one I have heard so much about? I saw you standing right next to him in a newspaper report...

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Oh, sweet friend your comments 
are always encouraging;
I can hear your delightful words
filled with genuineness
and admiration!


As one of my favorite poets,
I admire and praise your...

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The wisest of the wise 
listens to the trees, the wind, 
the rustling of the leaves, while
watching for the butterflies.

The wisest of the wise knows...

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                        I...

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Reading a post by Alfred Vassallo, I have decided to start a discussion on soupers about the ortodoxy of poems. Vassallo complains that the site...

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Being mindful of my own roots as a Filipino,
with episodes of successes and failures,
with mirror images of my own culture,
show a sliver of commonality with...

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Blinded by Love

Purity can not conceive of the Depth of Darkness 

Hopefulness believes the lost will fine their way back

Genuineness yearns for the greater good...

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Who is that man staring back at me in the mirror?
I keep looking and searching, analyzing that mans
reflection, and he keeps doing the same thing.

Who...

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You are More than a Friend!
From the first time I knew you - From the first time I met you
Your words, joy, laughter, and peace,...

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My eyes they tell the truth, the story of my life
Of both relentless selfishness and utter sacrifice

My eyes they tell the story of both love...

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Your eyes shine and spakle and thy withered eyes do wake.
Wonder, page me up from the heavens unto you and I sit in waiting for...

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Dimed hope and shaded minds coloured by the blood washed from the street
Corners where our children carelessly play.
Broken bones and shattered dreams no sunny days...

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If not be love, it be hatred;
        Let me not feel.
If not be kindness, selfishness its name;
 ...

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