Best Peopleworld Poems
A world of torment was his stage
His paintings previewed a later age;
Neurosis,depression & death-
Escaping into a dream
Leaving the world with 'a scream'
Edvard Monck (1863-1944) The Scream
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scream
In the stillness of the night
Thoughts palpitate my mind
Now racing with the clock -
Striking the second hour of a new day.
I lie awake beyond the quietness
Only aware of an occasional car
Marking the stillness.
Closing my eyes I think of the sleepless
Dispersed throughout the town and city.
Scores of people turning in their beds
Some disabled by troubled minds
Others who have become insomniac
And may never enjoy the peace of escape,
That world of sleep.
A car with no exhaust disturbs the silence
Disturbing the disturbed.
In happier situations at this hour
In homes, dotted throughout the town
New mothers watch over tiny babies
As they suckle contentedly,
Then having taken their fill
From the dimpled breasts
Settle in comfort, solace and sanctuary.
At the other extremity of life
Old folk, lie awake
Watching that great clock
Ticking off the darkness hours,
Awaiting another dawn.
Across the city, the hospital lies,
Alive with light
Here skilled brisk nurses
Steal through corridors -
Answering buzzers - ringing out
Birth, pain and death.
A. & E. patients huddle in anticipation
Reacting to the unsettling question
And your next of kin is?
In a calmer night's activity,
Shift workers on the other side of the river
Pack up after a long evening
Of endless repetition
Oblivious of anything, other than
A good supper and a sound sleep.
Night time, a time for lovers
Some still whispering sweet pillow talk
In the dark stillness -
Vowing love forever, then dropping off
Into their world of contentment.
Beyond the bridge, a lone farmer
Has one last look at his sickly animal
Then falls exhausted into his empty bed.
The ticking clock has almost gone full circle
Dawn will soon unveil a rush of colour
On the twilight town, opening
Her morning chorus from treetop and garden.
Daydreaming sets us free,
free to do anything,
be anything within the
realm of imagination.
A release from reality,
a world in which there is
complete control.
Where decisions are never wrong,
a place without violence, where
contentment massages the soul.
A world through which frustration
and anger are expelled causing a release,
a calming effect, maybe a new beginning.
Daydreaming sets us free to
return to reality.
In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I
came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances
and actions they may have taken to have me conceived.
I came not from them, but through them. They performed the actions.
A much higher power than they performed the miracle called life.
And so it was in the beginning of the miracle of my life.
I lived in the womb of a woman who also came through her parents; not from
them. We were three; the Miraculous Power, my mother and me ..in her womb.
When I was physically capable, I graduated from the womb. I was still
dependent on my parents and the Higher Power to sustain my life.
As I grew in age, size and ability, I was taught and trained to stand
on my own.
In the course of time as naturally happens,
I did so and continued to follow the natural course of humanity which
remembers parents that they came through but not the Power from which they
and he has come.
I stood on my own, made mistakes of every kind, melded with the world at large
and fell.
I hurt others as well as myself. The more I stood on my own and listened to this world,
the more I hurt myself and others in the name of standing on my
own. I donned a robe of false pride, cultivated from the soil of forgetting that I
came not from but through my parents and never was really“on my own”. The robe
was constantly being mended and tattered again by the worn out and frayed
thread of the “new enlightenment” world motto. “I deserve it. I’m worth it.” The great perpendicular pronoun, “ I ”. ..,the Trinitarian power, “ Me, Myself and I .”
Through the course of this seeming illusion called time that came .. for us, not
from us; I learned and continue to learn how to “stand for something”…..how
to “stand on my own”.
I have learned one must stand in degrees.
One must remember the Miraculous Power from whence he came.
I have learned that I must make this stand …on my knees.
Changing Values
Time keep on changing without a stop,
Human behavior also keeps on rolling,
Without tiring like Time and Watch.
The Man who showed the world light and torches,
And were the leaders of yesterdays,
To-day they are called the politicians of changing thoughts.
They read less and teaches a lot,
Often without even understanding and following,
The principals of humanity and law of Torts.
They breathe for Money and their belief is Money,
Their aim to live on this earth is Money,
They live for money and they worship Money like God.
The time of those wonderful great leaders like Gandhi,
The time of those history maker’s great men like Lincoln,
May never be possible on this Earth.
As the time of selfless devotion for a cause,
As the time of showing the world a new path, now goes through,
The jungles of irremovable Money Grass, Money trees and Money rocks.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th August 2010.
I am intrigued by Shel Silverstein
His passion and his works
His obscure way of rhyming
Making fun of other's quirks
Unique, unusual, surprising
Funny and clever is a given
With emphasis on children
And the world that they live in
“Hector the Collector, Boa Constrictor
Band-Aids, Sick, or With his Mouth Full of Food,”
His poems are very different
Yet similarly very good
I chuckle in amusement and smile, reading
“If the World Was Crazy and Sky Seasoning”
But it’s impossible to just like two
When they are all so amazing
“Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage out,”
and “The Giving Tree,”
To go unmentioned would devalue Shel’s name
Especially the last one I listed
As it really was his claim to fame
As I pick up where I left off from the Intro
I bring you the Outlook as I peer through relationships like a window
The chance of seeing real love is narrow
It seems Cupid doesn't know where to aim his arrow
Cupid my Cupid
How could you be so stupid
The way girls treat boys
Like toys
The way boys treat girls
Like squirrels
Got them going nuts
Teens and adolescence in love?
You must be nuts
Ages 13-19 is filled with lust
Their conscience still underveloped
They don't know who to trust
20s-30s
That age group can slide
Because at some point they have a hunch about what they want inside
That's the flagship age to get married
Couple says vows
Bride gets carried
These days it seems no one wants to be single
Once you pop you can't stop
Sex is like Pringles
I guess it's ok
As long as its safe
If you're in love with your partner don't let the feelings be fake
Children wait until you're older to get under those covers
And if your hormones rage out of control shake hands with a rubber (condom)
Most teen girls hate the feeling of latex
Then goo goo ga ga
The babies are born next
I'm just calling it how I see
Relationship game is dirty so I'll be the referee
All of a sudden the world is in love
My God it's sickening
As i write this my pulse is quickening
Now now some couples really do love
Til Death Do They Part
To the world above
I just think the word "love" is greatly misused
The Constitution of Love
So often abused
Our society thinks it's amusing
Fifteen year old in love?
Doesn't it sound confusing
Maybe it don't to you
But it does to me
They are wasting emotions
Unrenewable energy
It's a shame
Love is no game
It's more like a lion
Waiting to be tame
From what I observed couples aren't the same
Whether the pair is nameless
Or enshrouded with fame
Real love is too far up
Way above our aim
I'm in my right mind
I'm definetly sane
That's why everyone is hurting
Because love is pain
I'm still researching
My mind is my reference book
Ch. 2 of the Relationship Epidemic
The Outlook
Ch. 3 (Females) Coming Soon...
With beauty beyond compare
long golden locks of hair
a complexion that was perfection
slim and slender, lips so tender
her smile would melt a thousand
hearts.
she had style, she had grace
more than just a pretty face.
From this girl so meek and humble
soon the world would feel the rumble.
filled with love and much desire
she would set our hearts afire.
she had hopes, she had dreams,
to be on the golden screen,
who could have foreseen
she would be a movie queen.
From the tiny role as a gangsters moll
to the seven year itch
where the dumb blonde image
began to stick.
many times she showed such pride
at being a glowing bride,
but the marriages began slide,
left her broken from inside,
left her scared,
her career jarred.
When in the midst of her famous affair
the people were running scared,
she kept a dairy so we hear
that put politicians deep in fear.
in the end, she was forsaken, and
her life abruptly taken.
the world was left transfixed,
many people deeply shaken.
She left us with much memories
filled with love and much desire,
she still sets our hearts on fire.
how much different would her life
have been, if she had stayed, just
Norma Jean.
The way, say the politicians, is the norm
The way is the one
All politicians obey
Tomorrow,yesterday and today.
The way, says the father to his son:
As I have now warn
It is a grave repercussion
Under the sun.
The lad consciously yawn
Up his nose to such notion,
The way is a wind blowing across now generation.
The way, says a lover to an opposite sex
Whispering low yet uttering nothing:
The way always makes me look good in your eyes,
And to have the way to your within.
The way, says a lawyer as he expounded and assailed
Expertly bouncing up and down, the Judge enthralled
The way is what my law books is about
The way let me explain it once more, I submit;
The way is arguing the case beyond reasonable doubt.
The way, says the president is labouring the masses to
task
Sacrifice now and enjoy later, I ask,
While bestriding colossus resources, he bask
Amazing the vault in deceptive mask.
Yet the writers write
The way is neither wrong nor right,
Enflamed in imagination so fecund
The way make the world go round;
No matter how they concoct the story,
The villain always got himself sorry.
The way, the preacher bay
Is like Balaam’s Donkey that bray
To an Angel out of the way,
Your sin is out weigh
By guilt on what I say,
I am heavenly don’t be dismay.
Yet others say, they hate the way
Others say, they can’t live in such a way,
Others say, others say
The way rule the world any way,
The way is the way.
{The Way is adaptation of W.H Auden's Law Like Love}
It's important to praise them,
the great heroes who worked
very hard,
to make the world a glorious place.
Had it been them
and what they did,
the world would have been a place
of bush and trees.
My people, my mirror,
People the great life donor,
The creatures that make me feel it exist,
The natures that make life real when it begin.
The world in it real form,
Deepest hatred and truest love,
From where i came from, to where I'll go,
No people, no trading and hustling places ,no home.
The creator knew it won't be complete,
For a person to alone leave in this world,
He created another being to assist,
because a person needs love.
In my imaginations,i risk being in this world alone,
To inherit the silver, bronze and gold,
I took over all the diamond and all precious stones'
The milk, oil and honey, nothing was left alone.
My store became full and i have lot to sell,
Liquid where so much that i filled up countless of barrels,
Check my thoughts, thousands of ideas are there,
Wisdom, understanding and knowledge are the tones of my words.
I want to sell, who wants to buy,
I want to freely give, who wants to receive,
I have all answers, but there is no why,
I,from speaking yelled, from yelling i cried but none is there to listen.
Then know i the importance of air to that burning fire,
The importance of air to the continuity of life,
The value of that liquid that came from my father,
The importance of the life-supportive egg from my mother.
Oh people bad and good,
Oh faces with lies and truth,
I am a king because there are people,
My coming into this world is between two people.
Nikki
Loved, hated, different, alive…
Sister of brothers and two whom are dead.
Lover of my James, and saving those who have cried.
One who feels loved, and shares it amongst others who deserve it.
One who fears loosing the ones cherished.
Would love to see this world change for the better.
Residing in a world so cold.
King
The idealist sees the world as moments away
From bounding into a Utopian day
And the people that steal-
Can’t truly be real-?
For what helps another- is theirs they say
And the idealists see the moon with delight,
A gem upon the goddess of night
The idealist is a happy old soul.
The realist sees the world as moments away
From reaching the pinnacle in its eternal decay
And people that steal
Are certainly real-
And must readily be punished today
And the realist sees the moon as a sight,
Of dusts and stones in the darkness of night
The realist is a stable old soul.
Idealists and realists I don’t know what I’d rather be
One soars and crashes-
The other walks purposefully
Idealists and realists I guess I’ll just let them be
For one holds the world together,
And the other sets the world’s dreams free
I hope you die in your sleep, it's only fitting
for you to exit this life unconscious, unwitting.
It's the only way for you to go, safe and sound in bed,
the place you've hurt so many. The place you pled
another naive boy, another desperate girl, into your embrace.
I'll tell the world your secrets, I'll show them your disgrace.
No more mystery of where you spent your nights,
your wife will know, oh how you deserved all the fights.
And when this time comes, your evil will finally be known.
All your demons, all your skeletons, the lies you called your throne
displayed to the world. Your shame, your mistakes, the stunts you pull
they will prove me right, will finally show you for what your are; unfaithful.
Unfaithful to your friends, but more so, unfaithful to your lover.
I only have one qualm, the state of your wife, but I'm sure she will recover.
For it's not hard for the world to move on from someone such as you.
Someone so disgusting, so despicable, so diabolical through and through.
Regardless of what the world may say
And who always gets it right, anyway?
Endless ideas, personalities in one pot!
You’re still the greatest the world has got
Never lose sight of your Fathers’ dreams
Of God and freedom’s vibrant song
HAPPY BIRTHDAY U.S.A.!!!!