In Vain Poems - Poems about In Vain

One thing I know; For your love, I do not stand here in vain At your heart’s door:- Rather, aware that the maker Of that door has never failed me yet, I stand here in faith’s divine hope— Knowing that door will soon open inward, Warmly and lovingly inviting me in:- ...

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They do not seek to find a peace They want to fight forever Until the end of time will ease Their hunger for whatever They do consider just and right For they can’t stand each other Regardless of the wretched plight Don’t dare to be my brother They say, before they die in vain That Cain and Abel story Recovered over and again No one will...

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LETTING LIFE BE NOT LIVED IN VAIN Know that the righteous life you’ve been living, Has not and could have never been lived in vain: You’ve trekked shadowed valleys of ole death; You’ve mastered many bridges of troubled waters; You’ve conquered so many Sisyphus-like rocks; And God has and never ever allowed you to fail:- Thus, in the deemed storms...

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I'm in a dream, Peeing into a stream, A snake peeped out, Some on its snout. A frog close nearby, Came out to pry, It got some too, From me it withdrew. I found it funny, The way a bunny, Growled near a tree, Far from my pee. Then I woke up, I rushed to cleanup Another bedwetting today again. Dry night in vain....

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( An old poem, slightly modified) How I wish my poems could, soar higher and higher like a bird of limitless wingspan, dashing into horizons far! But they skim like web footed water birds, tilting their wings in vain, unable to fly to any desired destination helplessly watching larks and eagles flying to the far edges of the sky. How I wish my poems could, sail...

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Pain Tears Hope And desperation An emotional piece of rag That's what I've become Tears splash down on my books I smear my neatly written physics notes Down on my table I put my head slowly I hear those little voices "You can do better" they say "But how do I get myself out of this mess?" I ask The voices don't answer back Screaming inside I let out a...

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Hard put as *****Sapiens to prove, Far off left have we oh, home of love. Lose virtue, watch in vain Sita’s woes, Jatayu long dead, scarce can we move. __________________________ Translation |05.09.2024| history, women, world Poet’s note: This is second in the three-piece series on the theme. It depicts what happened in the epic Ramayana. When Sita was abducted...

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Raising hands, hoarse do I cry, No one hears, nor bothers to try, Wealth and wants be had by virtue, Why not then that’s what ye pursue? __________________________ Translation |01.09.2024| Poet’s note: At the end of the massive hundred thousand verses of Mahabharata, a historical epic in poetic medium, poet Vyasa in utter desperation comes to...

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Do those who do not read poetry know that they live in vain? It seems not... Under the opal sky of the evening, long shadows descend, while my heart sinks into the great ocean of melancholy, thoughts intertwine with clouds, dissipate, like incense smoke floating among memories and whispers forgotten in the dark corners of the soul. Do those who do...

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So I am a tale told You were not at all impressed What was new, became old As you (long ago) guessed And my love was in vain You did not value me I can’t ring you again You won’t hear, you won’t see Its important to unfriend! You’re accustomed to this Words and emails we sent You have dissed See me there one day If...

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My writing is not in vain -I want people to read and enjoy what comes from my mind...

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("Dragon's Eye", 2020, original encaustic) In Vain In the end We’re left with nothing really. And in that end What we meet, what we see Is nothing but the mirror of our mind. Every once is awhile we get a glimpse of this mirror, Maybe the only thing that actually is, And in that moment see All we do and gather in life Is nothing...

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Winter knocked but no one answered. Since Summer went on holiday and Spring is still in bed. Autumn hears but is sunk so deeply, so comfortably into the pumpkin colored easy chair that it cannot be bothered to get up and relinquish the leaves off the trees or the puffs of dandelion seeds or the ghost of...

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Bees labor not in vain For their task is plain. Listen - how they hum Around the myoporum. Purple buds then show forth Declaring their handiwork....

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You crane, your neck To follow Our cash You crane, your neck To see were It went You crane, your neck And know that It’s trashed They spend our checks Pocket’s Picked and spent You crane, your head When they say Trust us You crane, your head For some Truth to glean You crane, your head At blatant Injustice War zones turn red From dollars Once green You crane, your neck At their Power schemes You crane, your neck To have A...

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