Best Give Vent Poems

I write when beauties step into my heart
and when the Muse unveils her very art.

I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.

I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent
and when allured to my Self give...

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The same speech before hardly could bit me
So that were redden both my cheeks for shame,
And after gave  me comfort as to free;

So used to be the spear, I felt the same,
Of Achilles and of his father cause
Before of bad and after of good...

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We passed over, where was held in frost state
Harshly contained people of the next band,
Not down bent, but all lying in quite strait.

Weeping itself  the tears does not disband,
And pain which finds in eyes of hitch so much,
Rebounds inside to grow and pain expand;

Since...

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Nature holds the rope

I remember that Thursday
Crystallized in my mind
Like all the intense moments of my life
At the doctor’s with my wife

She had a heart
Why did she depart?
Why was this the end and not the start?
This was Nature over Art

We had a hope
We thought we...

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Riding high on the limpid waves
Rising high on the shimmering presence
Blue waters of white marbled chequers
For the eternal hymns of wayward heart
The golden domes invoking a saffron path.

Novices of thoughts and sunshine abiding
The golden swarms of vibratory atoms
The hush of pilgrims on the circular pitch
Tearing...

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Beware!  in our own confines - a predator
hiding without so much as a warm hello,
Persona non grata veils its character.
It’s green with greed and  jealously pale yellow;
our words give vent to this parasite-fellow.
A proud remnant perhaps of a life once led,
it bleeds blue...

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When I have fears
I want to cry 
And give vent to my tears. 
When I have fears; 
I feel helpless. 
When I have fears; 
I need a friend 
To share my feelings with. 
When I have fears; 
I turn to my Allah (God) 
It is...

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The life you lived was very brief
An interlude for which we weep
And as we cope with our grief
Your music in our hearts we keep

The life you lived was very short
A fleeting visit for which we mourn
And as our tears we stifle and abort
We share the...

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The Era of Terror 

The Era of terror is upon us- the world is in turmoil 

The raging plains are complaining 

The need to pray is necessary- 

Tornadoes whirl across the skies 

Hurricanes destroy whatever is in their path 

Tropical storms rally against-mankind 

Earthquakes cracks...

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To the one I love,

As you daily peer into this mirror
Be reminded my love, the face you behold
Is mine.

Look intently at your lips
Gatekeepers to my mouth
And do recall, every smile they curve
Is mine.

See the look in your eyes
Windows to my soul
And rest assured, everything they...

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Thank you,
To all who showed restraint,
And refrained from Vandalising signs,
Put up by those hoping to be elected,
To serve on local bodies.

I know more might have been tempted,
So give yourselves a pat on the back,
For letting democracy run its course, 
And leaving it up to your...

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I love you - was, your confession;
Did you love me - is my question.
You came in my life like a guest;
Being with me was real test.

You had pulled each of my foot-stride;
I shaped your fumbling steps with pride.
You forsook me in times of pain;
Waning your...

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“Poetry allows the poet to give vent to rage
and despair in words, instead of action.” ~ by poet

Oh, you don’t wanna know 
what it would be like
if it wasn't for poetry.

Living this life would be unbearable,
The false preaching of the pompous priests 
The false promises...

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The fall of communism 

When free of the burden of communism 
and many states became a democracies 
it was a great feeling no one telling people what to do.
This and a free press became a burden for the public
who seeking order turned to the right.
When...

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This is a feeling unlike any
Like poison in a fruit of scent,
With memories a tad too many,
All too bittersweet to give vent 

Like poison in a fruit of scent,
Thoughts of school years pass by
All too bittersweet to give vent,
Or to let go without a cry

Thoughts...

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