Life,
As it is,
So vaguely defined,
Some refer of it as mine, yours,
his or her,
Though none know how it tears,
repairs, and solidifies,
So many relations are
formed,Yet so less are retained,
So much can be obtained from
it,
Yet so much lost,
In a hollow sense,
What so gladly you had claimed
yours,
Could next day be someone
elses,
And yet even in this mysterious
self,
Life seems to move on,
As it mends its ways of love,
And cares in its own virtue,
And just as slowly as these
ripples of water tend to
unfold,We never think more than
we are told,
As the stars have written each
and every soul,
We are none but destined to
grow,
Yet none know how life came to
be,
All know how it comes to an
end,
And to claim and to desire is
only a matter of time,
And To hold and feel is only a
matter of space,
Yet none of it ever lasts,For
what could one day be as
elegant as a peacock ,
Could just be a carcass the
next...
And just as these deep secrets
of nature remain forever
concealed,
The mystery of life must always
also,
Be remain forever confined,
Even so in the absence of you
and I...
Today, tomorrow,
Let's not forget about the day after
tomorrow,
What about the day a month from
now, or the day a year
from now...as days pass us by
without a second thought
we think of all the other days that
never do care about us.
You say a day is a year in a life time
but a year in a day in
a centurie.
Our days pass us by so fast why
should remeber your
favorite holi"day" or your birth"day".
Why do these days matter at all?
Because these are the days we live
in wonder,
Die in awe,
And strive in contimpment.
These are our days and noone elses
They say à million miles between
two lovers changés naught ..
But being even a mile away from
you breaks My heart right in two
Its Not the distance by land or sea
It the warmth i wish that holding
you brings to me
Night and day We might converse
Long hours of waiting and wanting
and worse
Once This gap We bridge you see
Strong We shall remain
Strong We shall be
No storm or hail
Would dare bring wreckage
No diaster or pain
Break This frame
For à love So strong though torn
apart will never cease
Will never depart
I love u supaman
Like i said
Its just in the air
All for v day
By
Amanda miller
I have a wrath; I wrapped it in
Place of my heart; I hid within
A darkness space; I dare not tell
My reckless wrath a mere farewell.
I cherished it; day by day
It grew and live; way by way
My temper rises; and when it falls
Another shriek, another call.
Yet I did not had told my wrath
Sure did retreat from freedom path
Each day I live with vexing tears,
All strengthless gasp and horrid fears.
Till finally the day had come
A good bye to my home sweet home
Still haven’t told but I’m relieved
Because I know I’m not believed.
I hate those looks, peculiar lies
Understand not, don’t try be wise
I rather die out to the world
Then in my foe’s deceitful words.
Sweet Spring just knocked upon my door and now it’s mid-July.
I’m jealous of each passing hour since I told her good-bye.
Youth stays for just the shortest while and then it's claimed by age.
Before the last is written on, we've turned another page.
As that most precious gift of time is grudgingly allotted,
The story of a life could end, long before it's plotted.
No man owns so many days that one day should be wasted.
No matter quality of wine if it is not tasted.
Now's the time of life when I appreciate the flavor
Of each day as it arrives, ere it is gone forever.
Living life day by day ,night by night , writing for glory might.
EVERYBODY IS HOOKED
NEEDLES, CIGS, SMOKES OF ALL KIND
EVERYBODY IS SEARCHING FOR A LITTLE PEACE OF MIND
JUST SOMETHING TO HOLD ON TO
WHEN YOU’RE FREE FALLING AS SUCH
SOMETHING TO ESCAPE THE REAL
SOMETHING TO FEEL AND TO TOUCH
ESCAPING IS A DEADLY GAME
ONCE YOU’VE ESCAPED
YOPU’RE NEVER THE SAME
YOU SEE THINGS IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT
AND NOTHING IS EVER ALRIGHT
YOU DO IT DAY AFTER DAY
THE GREAT SEARCH FOR RELIEF
YOU KNOW EVERYTHING IT CREATES
THE HEARTBREAK…THE GRIEF
BUT ONE DAY IT’LL WORK
YOU’VE SET THAT IN YOUR MIND
ONE DAY IT’LL WORK?
HERE’S WHAT YOU WILL FIND…
NOTHING ©
There isn't a day goes by
I haven't a thought in my mind
So much in question, much so to deny
If not solace... might I one day find
Shall I know, if I knew
That of which, those of clear
Memories old to remember new
Did I unlearn to endear?
A lesser more returns to follow
Forbidding the soul to the being
Shadows from a stranger to only borrow
Might I only walk this world a dream
And I see the thoughts of a stranger
From another who follows closely
Have I an everyday to only feel lesser
From this world to only know barely
There isn't a night goes by
When a thought belongs to the mind
Without reasons, do I deny?
For solace... I might one day find
gazing into the inside of me and you
i can see all the parts
lending to one anthers hearts
spokes of the wheel
through each other we feel the waves of uncertainty
trapped between you and me
caught up in divinity
we quietly wonder
as life goes on
another day beneath the same sun
reason unclear though life's a gift we hold dear
many memories times before and still to come
maybe we'll get there to meet the setting sun
one day we may break
the illusion we're stuck in
or maybe we are just what we're living
without knowing there's no way to tell
do your best to live in heaven not hell
watch out and maybe life will be alright
till then don't quit and give up the fight
Welcome to the world
Of I don’t want to hear
Ignoring your problems
Ignoring your fear
You think that they care
And will be there for you
Reality is
They don’t have a clue
They have their own world
And that’s where they’ll stay
You can’t count on them
Its better this way
You shouldn’t depend
On others you know
Your life is your own
And one day you will grow
Grow into the woman
You’d thought you would be
It’s really quite easy
One day you will see
What life has to offer
I will one day see
I’m better than this
I’m all I can be
Beautiful sunset.
Earth meets the sea.
A time of wonder, a time of glee.
Children are at play.
Happy in the day.
Bejeweled and bathed in flickering light.
Lovers embracing, holding on tight.
Another day closing, the end of a dream.
Nothing remaining, it’s part of the scheme.
Kaleidoscope of colors will slowly die.
Even the fireflies don’t know why.
The fires are lit and a new life unfolds.
Beyond in the night, moons light holds.
In the rising of the stars, the day will fade.
Nightime settles on our lonely glade.
Gone is the light, the dark closes in.
Only till morning a new day begins.
for beach blanket bingo 6/14/2011
also entered in all summer is in 7/10/2013 please disallow if previous contest entry is not allowed.
Russell Smith
Pretty poems, like colourful crayons
In the eyes of a child; escaping ~
The realities of it all....
These words, these fantasies; these vapours?!
In this world as we know it
A place of risen dust....
Always returning unto its emptiness
That can never be filled, with pretty poems!?
Pretty flowers and before you know it
Their illusion, has withered away....
And still your left, with another day
A day in the valley of sorrows void
Of happiness; unless?!
Happiness is what you count as a breath
And then you gasp; choking upon the truth
The truth, the truth of it all....
Pretty poems, pretty, pretty; “Reality”
These words, these dreams, these fantasies ~
Pretty, if never could you see; pretty poems
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How pretty, can they be!?
The beginning is the same as the end.
Coming into this place, waiting to transcend.
We come out of our mother's womb,
seeing if we get that chance to bloom.
No matter if you believe or are existential,
We will always try to be the quintessential.
While you're here, see what life is about, don't resist.
One day you'll look back on everything you missed.
You have to know that you can't live if you're afraid of death.
So try and take that chance while you still have a breath.
When I leave here, I'll know there was nothing more I could have gave.
But don't think I'm going to go quietly into my grave.
When that day is here, and its time for me to raise.
I'm not going easy, I'm sliding into my grave sideways.
With a candy bar in one hand and a beer in the other.
So there is no way you'll mistake me for another.
I just want to say one thing when these worlds collide,
I'm gonna scream, whoo hoo, what a ride.
One day I'll be successful.
One day I'll be creative.
One day I'll be talented.
One day I'll be gifted.
One day I'll be given
all the credit I deserve.
One day I'll be intelligent.
One day I'll be wealthy.
One day I'll be important,
but on Monday I'll be loved.
On Tuesday I'll be thanked.
On Wednesday I'll be grateful.
On Thursday I'll be blessed.
On Friday I'll be at rest.
On Saturday I'll be remembered.
On Sunday I'll be needed, but
Today I'll be
Just Me.
When you have spent most of your life,
Suffering from panic attacks, Agoraphobia, and strife,
The last thing you need to happen to you,
Is for your glasses to suddenly break in two.
Only an hour before you meet Cherie Blair,
Help, what a total nightmare.
Then on the next table you spot DAVID BLUNKETT,
As you sit there filling your face with junket.
There is always someone Worse off than you,
Especially at this type of do.
Then she comes over, CHERIE BLAIR, and starts to talk to us.
It feels like a dream, we are chatting to, at the time the Prime Minister’s wife,
Telling her all about my broken glasses and strife,
Telling her how I can hardly see.
She is so nice, as nice can be.
She’s done her homework, She knows what we were all about,
She impressed us, without a doubt,
I just hope I didn’t stare,
The day we met CHERIE BLAIR.
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