Best On Writing And Wordslife Poems
Now here's a contest that seems pointless
But, up to a point, I guess it will do.
The points in my life have sometimes been fruitless,
I just thought I would point that out to you.
Oh, the point of this rhyme
May be pointed one way,
But it is at this point in time
To score points by what I say.
The point that I am making,
Is that there is always some point
That life points in a way forsaking,
Giving your point a grave disjoint.
I have pointed out many times
that points are good and bad.
But the good points I remember better
Rather than the bad points I have had.
You can sometimes see how pointless it is
To try to point these things out.
As for the point I am making,
You get the point...no doubt!
How glad I am
That a poet, novelist and artist
Are all I am
When I’m sad, I can strum it on a guitar
When I’m depressed, I can set my stress free in words
When I’m inspired, I can plaster it in the pages I author
When I’m creative, I can paint my heart on a canvas
When I’m disturbed, I can smudge it on yet another canvas
I can’t imagine anything that’d be better
For again, my reward comes in knowing
All else of this earth I live comes and goes
...at ease on the wings of change... riding the breeze of fate
Thank you All Mighty Powers responsible for my being
For this talent you’ve given me
For with it I’m not worried like a celebrity
...if I’m a one hit wonder
And I don’t wonder if tomorrow I’ll still be a wonder
For in tomorrow is the promise that a scholar
...is bound to pass over my works and evaluate its worth
Thank you Almighty
For the immortality of words
Tunes change and movies fade
But words always remain the same
In it what this one doesn’t see
The other one is bound to see
And from it yet another is bound to be inspired
Such is an awesome power
And for as long as I live
It’s mastery is what I seek
A poet, a novelist, an artist
The three things I’m so proud to be
As of now I have none
But I’m never worried about the cash
For even God knows that I work indeed
And soon I trust He’ll send destiny to reward me
For still I am like Him
Creating life where it didn’t exist
Inscribing life into each blank page
Endearing beauty to a plain canvas
Adding sweetness to a silent time
Oh, thank you Almighty
How proud I feel
Whenever I glimpse and see the real me
(20/06/2011)
Ones might know the value of tolerance
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
How has it been?
Are they living in a camouflage screen?
Ones might throw their identities
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Should we keep our ethnicities unseen?
Or we keep our sanities in between?
Ones might keep their entities
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Can they socialize easily?
Or they only do chat briefly?
Ones might blend-in perfectly
Let’s ask American for their multicultural life
Can they act in melting pot fairly?
Or they mind their popularities only?
The poet in me’s private and reserved for here and now
To express myself in normal life, I never quite knew how
The words I write are heartfelt and can cut straight to the bone
I write of thoughts and feelings that only I can own.
If ideas of that I dream could not find life in rhyme
The person that I could have been would just be lost in time
A life that’s kept on record in thinly picture painting meaning
All my raw emotions spilling out, with very little screening
I share my life with readers that will never truly know me
With words that open up a side, that real life will not see.
Is the poet that lives in others the same that lives in me?
Does he hide your true persona, leaving you anonymously free?
The poet in me’s cunning; some words not always true.
But what you see is all you get. The rest left up to you.
for years ive been running away
from this world
afraid to let them see my face
the shame, fear, love and hate
trying to avoid my fate
planning a great escape
i see no light at the end of my tunnel
theres no sign of day
it stays night for the sun
no longer shines my way
so now im lost in transition
from here not knowing where to go
the only thing i can see is this paper
so i decide to let my ink flow
unable to stop the rythm
i let myself groove to the beat
allowing my ink too bleed
has become oh so sweet
and now i got something for the world to see
how an pen and pad has changed me
and how my life now has an alternative end
to a life that i thought would never begin
Form:
For a time, my life seemed stagnant
So my hand took a break from writing
Nothing too depressing, (good),
No struggle or no fighting
But there wasn't even any joy
nothing to be excited about
until just now, out of the blue
My life took a different route
You make me feel different...
Like I'm high off of your luv
Though I'm very undeserving
All I can do is thank God above
I took a break from writing
Cuz there was nothing to write about
But my heart found some inspiration
You're my muse, there's no doubt
Form:
To seek and never find,life
-the tragedy of living;
To see and never find,love
-the tragedy of being;
To seek and never find,faith
-the tragedy of after-life;
To live and never find,art-
to live life without seeing;
To live life sans poetry,
with one-dimensional sight,
without imagination-
life exists in black and white.
Believe,emote and desire
too soon,this life expires.
The muse sings so elegantly
Breathing life into every note
Sweet melodies rapture that tries the soul
and suffocates until taken down
noted and noted and noted again
The quill doth bleed every word
It gives life as quickly as it takes it away
The dew kissed mornings
The gleam in the eye of a child
The light reflecting its multi-rays of vibrancy
These empower the muses insight
Into the realm of imagination
Ride fast, ride true
No boundaries are withstanding
Bare everything as one has foreseen it
The binding coil is soft metal made
Easily broken and created again
The muses flow can never be tamed
Silent only in spells
Dormant only in dreams
However it lies like a rooster
Awaiting the dawn.
Form:
Slow down
You need to:
slow
down.
you need to be slow;
slow as you are walking with your friends.
you need to be slow!
you need to slow down.
when you are eating your meal.
you cannot slow down;
but you need to slow down
you need to slow down;
when you are rushing to a party.
always slow down
when someone want to take a picture of you.
slow down
when you are drinking.
it is important;
your life doesn't need to be faster.
but in a slow emotion,
slow
slslow
down everything.
do it patiently,
be cool with everything,
your life would be easy
if you slow down thing
In this cauldron of life
Words can kill like a knife
All around there is so much sound
But in man’s heart no peace found
If life could be lived in the silence of the soul
Mind would remain still like water in a bowl
The one thing I can't live without, is my dreams..
It's what drives my days and writing for you to see..
My eyes shut at night to a world of floating places..
I'm so clear to see as others are with blurred faces..
I put my dreams to paper for the ones that make sense..
So they can play together without a fence..
My life would be dead without nights of images and feelings..
I'd just be laying there wide awake staring at the ceiling..
So without dreams in my life this poet would be lost..
An occasional nightmare is just a small cost..
"I just can't live without you" contest
Dance - A form of soul expression and language in rhythmic agreement, comprehension and appreciation to enjoyment and effect of music. The result of tingling sensations and
vibrations of rhythm that initiate the movement of another body by the rhythmic waves of
mutual vibrations.
poetry - breathing life - giving life to words hence sewing emotions that take an
individual(the reader) on a journey conveying the undiluted experience, the message and
exact feeling that the poet(writer) feels and wants to deliver-share.
Poetry is sketching and painting completely, totally, wholeheartedly, accurately, descriptively your emotions, moods, thoughts, experiences, situations, muses, conditions e.t.c. to words.
Misdirection - lacking purposeful desire, drive, control, enthusiasm, zeal, and some inner
energy but some how maintaining and holding onto its will power.
Tears
3. Sometimes initiated by lack of understanding(certainty, solution), uncertainty, fear, confusion.
Fear
Initiated by the feeling of uncertainty, lacking some sort of inner energy, confidence, believe, not strong enough to take a step or a journey.
Lack of missing important qualities-factors that sustain-holds-defines-upholds a character-person’s character-behavior-attitude.
Loss of internal physical strength.
Initiated by the presence control leadership of uncertainty.
At times initiated by ignorance-not knowing the known enough and unknown.
Sometimes caused by not possessing adequate knowledge about something.
Lack of understanding that is capable of sustaining the loss of confidence.
LIGHT
Denotes existence-i.e.the presence of life or something that is alive
The symbol of life and hope is a bright light
Denotes hope, way, truth, life, pathway
Denotes a pigment needed-vital for-to existence
With light, existence is necessary
Initiates-propels progression, advancement, uplifts
The higher you go, the brighter it becomes
The brightness of light reveals a way and gives hope
It also shows a pathway
Form:
The life within me
reflects one so strong
while never revealing what dwells within
Never allowing any to dig
to learn of what dwells inside
nor learn of the tears cried
The life that dwells below the surface
is fragile
and torn so many times
Trying to understand the future
while being haunted by the past
walking through a maze with eyes closed
The path taken is dark
never understanding its course
or the reason for the journey
hoping to understand
when there is no reason
Form:
What will be so great about living the good life is that I won't have to worry about
anymore financial woes. My life would be great if I were to win the $1 billion lottery.
Once I win the lottery, I'll be living the luxurious lifestyle. What I'll do is own all
three of my would-be successful businesses, going to a country club, make more money,
drinking cider out of wine glasses, and go to my own island. I'll be eating caviar(fish
eggs)with crackers almost every day. But even if I enter the luxurious lifestyle, I'll
donate money to charities and stuff. Plus, I will also remember where I came from and how
I got here. I'd never saw what my life would be like if I were to be rich for the first
time ever, but I heard that it's great. I'm rich in my dream, but in reality, I'm a little
poor like everyone else, but that's no problem. And even if I become $1 billion richer and
I begin to live the good, rich life, I will always my background and my roots. I wonder if
the ones who are less fortunate will live the luxurious lifestyle like everybody else?
What if
Life was perfect and there were no pain nor sorrow
What if for every moment of your life there were no
moments of sadness
What if life was full of love,peace,and happiness
What if? Just what if everything that glittered was
naturally gold?
What if love was a fairytale and you lived happily ever?
What if?Just what if "IF" was a "FIFTH"
Form: