A simple piece of paper,
Just words written,
As you look at your name,
The tears fall and,
Your heart swells with pride.
Yet, it's much more than,
Just a piece of paper,
It's your soul inside your heart.
It shows who you are,
What you've done,
How hard you worked for it.
Your brave soul and strong heart,
Shows your honor, Integrity, and character.
I look upon this law degree,
On a simple piece of paper,
Smiling and glowing,
As bright as the sun,
As ancestors look back,
Proud that I am the first.
Yet, years later,
My heart is ripped out of my soul.
A thief in the night,
Takes my hopes, my dreams, my life,
As I look at the,
Empty space on the wall.
I feel the anger fuel my soul and,
Then I realize this was not,
Just a simple piece of paper-
It was my hopes, my dreams, my life,
These can never be replaced.
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.
Just Another Piece of Paper
David J Walker
It may be poetry or
It may be a bill
It may be an important document
Concerning my health
It may be something I may need
At some other time
Or it may be the unfinished
scribbled words
Of a manuscript
I may never know
She says “Why don’t for file these”
I know how good she is
About filing
Everything in its labeled place
Carefully encased in dark space
Where she will never see them again
But she knows where they are
And I grin and say
They are filed in my way as
Just another piece of paper
I will do something when
I don’t want to see them again
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
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
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
She frowns
He sighs
He trembles
She cries
But, in the silent side of the room
someone smiles.
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.
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
A piece of paper in a dust bin sometime carries good message unread
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
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
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.
It was a world unto itself
Filled with untold possibilities
Of unknown futures
Or magnificent adventures
Of past journeys
That have never occurred
It was… a blank piece of paper!
Here
I was God!
Foretelling stories
That have never been told
Except in my dreams
And to those
Whom I have told these stories to
It was… a blank piece of paper
It was all laid bare
In the emptiness of white
… Nothing
Not even so much as a period
Could be found
It was a world of white promises
That waited for a tale to begin
A white piece of paper
That called to me
Over and over and over again
As I sat at my desk
Pen in hand
And keyboard at the ready
It was hope
It was aspiration
It was desire
It was longing
It was a wish coming true
It was… a blank 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..
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