Best On Writing And Wordslove Poems
Sometimes I laugh other times I cry
As the Conveyor belt rolls on by
The poems that us poets write
Bright as day – dark as night
Trying hard to read them all
Sometimes I wish the belt would stall
As I read page after page
Full of love – Full of rage
It has became so clear to me
We are one big family
We share our love and our disgust
With open honest loving trust
We share our laughter and our tears
The beauty of youth and wisdom of years
From all walks of life and different creeds
We open our hearts and spread our seeds
This morning I’ve read about love so true
And why the streets gather crews
I read of how compassion should never die
And how nothing hurts worse than a lie
From good to bad and bottom to top
I’m an ex-con and he is a cop
But that’s all as irrelevant as it can be
For I am a poet and so is he
I have found many friends on our site
They have helped learn how to live right
Friends encouraged me to find my way
Friends held me in the prayers they pray
During my absence away from this site
My soul and I fought a constant fight
Because deep inside these words are true
I love the time I spend with all of you
I hope you all know without any doubt
I love taking my soul and laying it out
Because when it comes to life it’s my turn
I’ve so much to give so much to learn
I’ve kept my summer free so I can show it
How much I love being a PoetrySoup Poet
Words from the start, mold from my heart into creativity
Adjectives and verbs paint a vivid picture of you in my poetry
Word play mixed with emotions is in everything I write
A love deeper than the deepest oceans recite into the night!
It is a thirst that each stanza, each verse comes from within
At first, I figured it a curse that a love like this could only be sin
But I did not tire, your love had me on a wire, writing these melodies
A burning desire on fire inside can only be released in my poetry!
So, here I am. No cryptogram in this style of writing
To have you smile makes this piece worthwhile, so exciting!
We are forever and you will never get enough of me
What I write into the night is eternally, love and poetry!!!
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"The music invites one to either dance or to listen (appreciate)"
"Culture, parenting etc. can prepare one for the future, but it is assumed that one's independent reasoning/steps propels one into his/her future"
"Things learned in childhood are only somewhat prototypical templates, the actual templates are carved/shaped by how one approaches/carves his/hers"
"The real intention of one's choice can be hidden within one's own motive, negative motive itself may be shaped by one's lack of the understanding, and or the ignorance of the principle-exhibition-mercy-endurance-patience of love even at the precision of truth"
"The truth is precise and love is not, yet love is a derivative of the truth, it continually stalls~pleads the truth for mercy due to its patience-endurance"
"Love magnifies the genuineness of truth without modification or corruption, it gives the truth the highest and the most orderly reason for existence"
"The humane does things purposely for selfless reasons, while the animal does things purposely for selfish/greedy/reasons"
"If it does not make one question one's sanity then it is not music"
"Knowledge at its peak equals understanding and understanding at its peak equals
creativity"
“Making mistakes fifty times while (and then) realizing the problem is not a problem, but making a
mistake fifty times without realizing the problem is a problem”
I love to write
I love to play with words
I love to conjure
Haiku on writing
What's so great about Arlington, Texas, is that of it's suburban community. It's got
everything one person can ask for: a built-in movie theater at the Parks Mall, an awesome
shopping center, better homes, and, at long last, an NFL stadium. If by "NFL stadium," I'm
talking about Cowboys Stadium. I even know that Arlington is home to Six Flags Over Texas.
I've known Arlington, Texas, since I was 8 years old. That's where I should've been from
day one. I love Arlington because of its suburban culture and amazing shops. I've been in
Arlington, Texas, for multiple occasions. And out of those multiple occasions, one of them
was when I'd spent all of the weekends out of the months. Although Arlington has a lot of
crime as well as the ones in Dallas, I think that being a resident in Arlington, Texas,
would be great. I bet that I'll be going to the Ballpark at Arlington to see the Texas
Rangers play against the other MLB team, making it my first Texas Rangers Baseball game,
ever. Arlington, Texas, is considered my favorite suburban town, and I love Arlington. I
also bet that I'll be going to the Parks Mall every weekend. And since I'm a native of
Arlington, Texas, I guess I don't want to be separated from my beloved suburban town. I
wonder if the Dallas/Ft. Worth area were to be united as one town?
What significance has ‘all’ for us?
What significance has ‘can’ for me?
Ability if I would have
Love I’ll convert it into all.
Can it be true to love?
To rumble in this riddle?
This helplessness is all I have
This helplessness is like a shield
It wants me to stay and not to speak.
This helplessness has won.
Until now I’ve been its.
Only if I could, just once,
To live my own life,
To run father away
And forget about the world.
What is love? What is life?
One life if I could have
I’ll convert it all in what
Significance has love for us.
But what is it exactly?
Love doesn’t die?
For eternity in me shall stay
If it would be love
Holy love or lusty love,
Indwelling love.
But who are you?
Didn’t search for you,
How did I found you?
Have I fell in love?
Or it is just love?
It doesn’t go if comes.
Will you love me?
Will you share with me?
In my eyes you’ll find yourself
And then we’ll rest
And forever we will be together
And we shall live our life
When everything will mean love.
We met here, I remember
The first day of my first creation
I found hunger for my expression
Through the midwifery of your eyes
O you have such an ear
For the birth cries of conversation
I met you
Singing like the morning stars
And just like that
Kept my passion replenishing
Multiplying
Memories void of a muse
You made me chose
Contently knowing the act of choice
Is the presence of reason
Man is not tabula rasa here
We cannot love until we know the value
We get on giving
Reason tells the worth and measure of our joy
But I have only fragile sorrow to share
The lost of true dominion there
Please do not ask
For I still shudder from the task
And avoided the tree for good reason
No blattering lights on it
Just fruits I ate that I would not reap
A trusted hand is all you have to crave
To taste the sun ripe
The shackling flesh of sin
I had nothing from a babbling branch
The sweetness of her eyes did win
My lapsing memory
Better then than subtle surmise
You the brighter angel of fallen dreams
In us ... no ties
Beyond the love of word upon the page
The subtler connection in our rage
To you I come past thanksgiving
And giving thanks
Each conversation is a door of trust
Reason rising like the sun
And so yes, you, and you alone
I unpackage praise before your throne.
The words I mean to say, the rhyme
as thoughts do insurrect, as to divine
the love I share, the courage that was mine
is often missing what the sense entwines.
If I do love you, sometimes hollow twine
is all my heart can muster up to line
and so the grace that heaven gives in sign
is muted by comparison, I find ~
And love tht once did merit grace in kind
now errors, as in limbo . . . . . undefined!
Mistakes are apart of life, it's a given, that's the beauty of it. In an instance pain & turmoil
can hover over you like a black cloud, the past is the past it's all about the right now. I'm
livin off experience and in these days positive communication people ain't really listening to
they don't make men & women like they used to love ain't what it used to be, trial & error is
one step closer to being free unconditional love is needed so before I settle for less and
compromise my faith i save face keep it moving and keep them platonic friends, yet I still
await my woman to arrive so heaven sent, what's taken her so long to find me is she really
that hesitant nevermind that I just continue to eat my daily bread yeah spiritual leavening in
the essence I never fell off thart bike I'm still peddling, my God is able to do exceedingly so I
wear my heart on my sleeve for the hell of it life ain't nothin but a highly anticipated
suspense movie but the black guy doesn't die in this one. This ain't a fairy tale but I then
seen some re-runs yeah I hear evil but check it I don't see none still I await my queen's
arrival patiently all in due season
I love to write,
It's all I want to do.
I'm sorry if it sounds
Sad to you.
It may not be
How I feel today.
It's just words
That come my way.
Sometimes it's a thought
Sometimes it's a mood
I couldn't explain it
If I wanted too.
You may not agree
Or understand.
Yet if you do,
That's just GRAND!
Because I love to write,
It's all I want to do.
I don't care
If that bothers you.
Everybody's been threw it
bad relationships, make ups and break ups
but I been dreaming long enough
I finally had to wake up
I'm ready for that everlasting love
that God promised me since birth
to live is to suffer especially when you
been threw years of emotional hurt.
I'm ready to dedicate myself to that special woman
back rubs, massages, to them candle lit dinners
slow jams, holding hands, wedding bands
this here is real talk & I'm a grown man
I'm one man & all I need is one special lady
someone I can introduce to my mom
and my homeboys and say yeah thats my baby.
I'm ready for love & when she finds me
I hope she's ready for me
I been in bondage long enough
look into my eyes, I'm waiting
for that special woman to set me free
I know love ain't easy but trust & believe
I'm tired of being lonely
I'm patiently waiting to meet my
soul mate so we can live in holy matrimony
PUZZLE OF GREAT POETRY
My mum liked poems a lot - loved ‘em
She used to love “Ozymandius” and was proud
To read another called “Abou Ben Adhem”
She would often read them to me out loud.
I loved them, for their message was blunt
Now I find that I still love them and admire
The great thoughts of Shelley and Hunt.
And to be as good a writer I aspire
Or is it simply that I was taught
To do what’s right, never shrinking
And to behave a certain way I ought?
Such poems now easily fit my way of thinking
Their way leads to the future brightly :
Poor people treated rightly, and then
“Nothing beside remains, ye mighty” *
“Write me as one that loves his fellow men” **
Note :
* From OZYMANDIAS by Percy Shelley
** From ABOU BEN ADHEM by Leigh Hunt
In the beggining
The water was everywhere
A vapor moist with meaning
Substancing atom and seed
With love urged upon need
Until sound appeared in picture
And time tasted its first rapture
The tongue singing
The wing dilating
Thought upon thought
Mind and memory in vision wrought
The word had ancestry here.
And I griot, poet, sage
Its sacred keeper without a wage
Am the river in which the rage
Of words make war in love upon the page.
My mind like a hand turned up before the eye
Palm bare, empty as a desert air
Found no words, for every fresh brook was dry
And I was left brimmed with care
But then I read a love note to man in absence
Where the flowers bloom wild
And felt a sprout quicken on a dew of evidence
So with the drought I reconciled
And for your love I scrape the page with my pen
And tell my soul to wring a memory
And make love flock to you, my sister, friend
For every frfiendhsip tells a history.