Sad Language Poems

The other day my friend asked me,
“What is life? Is it the days we live or the dreams we dream?”
Don’t know how I did that,...

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If I cared more, I would see the dream that should be,
Lanes wouldn’t be filled with worries,
Schools would cater to the educators well,
Institutions wouldn’t make...

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I went out for a nanty narking time
Wearing my best gas pipes and tie
Hanging with whooperups at the pub
Lally-gagging with girls going by

I met the...

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Mai sabko sab-kuch samjhana chahta hu,
Aur mai samjhaunga bhi… 
Abhi mai nai bhasha seekh raha hu....

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A lesson learnt
    
The ship I saw in the bay and thought a princess of the seas
came back this afternoon when the...

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Mother, mother, tell me please, the way it used to be
When people all around the world once lived in harmony 
Tell me how they looked...

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We cannot live without words
Words express who we are
Words convey how we feel
Words convey what we want
We cannot live without words
Words, Words, Words
Words can be...

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Short Poem
Swines call me crazy and pigs call me mad
Very sad very sad and very bad very bad
This ain't gonna work because I am their...

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I was pretty talkative, and spent all of my days chit chattering,
Like galaxies of glinting stars, all the dark universe scattering.

I was always on the...

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Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician 
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision 
to respond to you 
our multi-versed 
mathematical...

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What if our planet…the mountains, the oceans, the rivers, the trees the animals…the land…has developed its own language…a language we have yet to understand.

What if...

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Pet Poem, GiGi


With quite a large grasp of human’s language, 
Gigi is “little girl,” our princess.  She likes that.  
The smartest pup we...

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Shall These Words Fall, As A Corpse Into A Decadent Grave

Shall these words fall, as a corpse into a decadent grave
ignoble unto the ignorance of...

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When Freedom Grows Cold
(not a nice poem)

One day the dogs will not bark. 
I/we will not be ready, 
as they will have failed...
to do all...

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You said quel dommage that 
we don't share the same language,
yet still it was your body
which remained silent 
to the mother tongue of love....

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