Best Piece Of Paper Poems
Small note on the road
Which I have just found
What do you want to say ?
«Excuse me, you are late»
Who’s gently iron writing
Destroying someone’s wish
And where your receiver?
And why I am writing this?
I know about writer
I know to whom was oath
I know how he was loving
For you his only breath
But you ? You think just money
Can bring you happy life
You wrote him note on paper
It was your last caprice
He stayed for while and cried
He punished himself
He killed himself to stop him
From taking his revenge
This small reminding paper
Was penalty for him
You wrote to him this message
Just to recieve the same
Fragrant fumes rose from my loins
On a porcelain platter, I dropped some coins
I wrote this poem while I sat
Do you realize now where I was at?
I was sitting on this same seat
I wonder, can you still feel my heat?
I know of this roll not much is left
I took the rest you could call it theft
Whether you like my poem is not the issue
You will have to use it as a tissue
Just a drop of dew
with earthquake in my heart
sun will make pain go
evaporating tears
returned to a ladybug
childhood full of giggles
sheltered by a leaf
forgot how old I am
I’m like a piece of crumpled paper
I’ve been used, written all over
The words of a poet are all over me
I thought that I’d be the one
Sadly, I was wrong
As if something like me could ever be good enough
Maybe if I was a different kind of paper
But instead
I’m a piece of crumpled lined paper
I’ve been ignored most of my life
It’s alright though
It only bothers me 7 days a week and 24 hours a day
I wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t who I was
Would I be hung up with the others for people to view?
Would I be used to keep secrets no one will ever know?
But instead
I’m a useless piece of crumpled lined paper
I’ve been picked up by a person
Maybe they want me?
They are taking me somewhere
I’m so happy and excited
Maybe I could be hung up for people to see
Maybe I could be used to keep secrets no one will ever see
I can’t wait for my life to change
Wait, they are taking me towards the trash can
No! I don’t want to go!
Please don’t leave me here all alone
They didn’t listen
I’ve been tossed into the trash
I realized that life isn’t for everyone
I lay inside the trash full of tears
Life couldn’t get any worse
I am now just a sad useless piece of crumpled lined paper.
Piece of paper
I want to be an Origami sheet
They can make a boat of me
Then make a rose of me
Then make a gift box of me
For the friend to cherish me.
I want to be an art sheet
The artist can paint on me
Sketch their mind on me
Craft something new on me
For the world to adore me.
I want to become a plain sheet
For a writer to scribe on me
To open their heart on me
To recite a poem on me
For the readers to review me.
Neeti Tibrewala
A piece of paper
The question you have been asking is right in front of your face
The question you have been asking is not the right one you should be asking in this place
The question you are so sure of is perpetually spinning in space
The question you want answered is not the answer you are prepared to accept with grace
The question is not even the reason you may think you are here but a totally different light, colour smell or taste
The question goes un-answered because it is culminating evolving every day to a faster pace
The question is an expansive word sequence that is so complex that human beings cannot communicate as it belongs to the angel that never speaks and is so angry at the human race
The question was asked once and now we exist on a world so insignificant that worth is a piece of paper to embrace
The man in power rose and spoke.
He smiled at all the egos to stroke.
"The country is in disarray."
"We have nothing for the soldiers pay."
"The people cannot afford food."
"Many of them riot and loot."
"Our nation is strangled by debt."
"For decades we have wastefully slept."
"Now, to keep control and hide our flaw."
"I must declare strict martial law."
"We'll burn the Constitution to vapor."
"Besides it's just a piece of paper"
Applause.
For the "paper or plastic" contest.
She frowns
He sighs
He trembles
She cries
But, in the silent side of the room
someone smiles.
A piece of paper in a dust bin sometime carries good message unread
When I was born my birth was marked on a piece of paper
When I first went to school I got admission on a piece of paper
When I got into college I was judged upon a piece of paper
I got married on a piece of paper
From all these pieces of paper, I tried making more pieces of paper for my family
At the end when death knocked at my doorstep it was also written on a piece of paper
Maybe the songs have robbed me,
Losing on words, depth and passion,
I lurk around for death.
Like a crushed piece of paper
Once sheltering the secrets of a lost soul;
I glide to, where the vile wind takes me.
As i listen to the melodies
Of melancholy,
Under a moonlit night,
Looking at a bridge, that cant take me to heaven:
Behind the wavy trees,
Alone like this night,
Alone like me, leaning on my Wall,
With the vision stretched beyond the stars,
And hands hanging lose, like nowhere to hold on;
I want to ask that stranger over there,
"Do you know that I see you?.."
A gust of cool breeze broke the spell,
Lazily I look above,
I see the night sky like a chiffon veil.
As the shadow drifted from a rare inspiration
To darkness...
So did my words,
I am just a crushed piece of blank paper,
With no secrets of my lost soul
And no vile wind to take me away..
This crumpled piece of paper.
Has no words or pictures on its face
But there are memories of fears
And my eyes fill with tears.
Crumpled paper with specks of blood
A torn off corner, smears of mud
That’s all I have to remember you.
That’s all I have, of the friend I knew.
Every crease, every fold
Holds a story that must be told
Of cruelty, of friendship rich
Of hideous times at Auschwitz
Each mark, a memory of you
Condemned to Auschwitz, because you were a Jew.
The horror of that camp cannot be explained
Nor can my sorrow be contained.
Body wasted, skin and bone
Family murdered, all alone.
How I loved you as a friend
How I mourned you life’s end.
A piece of paper was all you had
Your sole possession, in a world gone mad.
An unwritten letter, youth still furled
Unpenned dreams of a better world.
Russian guns were near, to set us free.
Tomorrow, there would be no more misery.
Yet, tonight the Nazis came, and took you away,
Never to see another day.
Why? Oh why did they murder still?
There was no reason for them to kill.
Their war was lost, they had not won.
Why did the killing still go on?
That fateful night, an assembly call
For you to go to the transit hall
To be marched away, in single file
To cyanide death, to murder vile.
A last hug. You body shook
As I took
The crumpled paper from your hand.
Your final gift in this sad land.
That crumpled paper from your trembling hand
I know, somehow, you will understand
It lifts your spirit, it sets it free
You’ll live forever in memory.
Piece of paper's deformed with my merciless hand
No one knows how the trees make their noise on my land
Solitude of the night made my window to nap
And I look through eclipse fearing make even step.
If I knew what about their courteous noise
Wicked thoughts in my mind do not let me the choice
And I feel I don't care, something's torturing head,
There's no matter, let words try to free, try to spread.
Say, you are far from me, but you're living next door,
There is silent eclipse in the window like gore,
I would gift you this piece, but it cannot be yours
Our paper is clean there is no even verse.
He left her with a
Piece of paper,
Containing words of what
He hoped to be enough
For her to comprehend.
He believed she'll read
Those lovely curved lines
With eyes of her heart,
Not of her mind.
Knowing she was cautious
To open herself to the
Possibility of being loved,
He still decided to be bold
And leave his comfort zone.
She returned it,
Never realising...
She returned what was
Meant for her to keep.
Such is the tragedy
Of misunderstandings.
A Worthless Piece Of Paper
240 years ago
A paper was written
Signed by intelligent men
Casting out an imperial king
It created a country
The likes of which the world had never seen
Gave every person rights
To life, liberty and happiness
But, that was so long ago
Over time it has changed
Watered down and corrupted
Politicians have twisted it
Warped it to fit their needs
To benefit the rich
And punish the poor
A paper that used to be a national treasure
Now, it is a joke
Not worth the paper it was written on
And that is how it will remain
As long as people won’t stand up
And be counted