Time
Time passes us by so fast
Each time we blink our eyes, it becomes our
past.
Time is running away like a freight train
Leaving behind on its
tracks, sorrow and pain.
Time changes a healthy person into a frail human
being
Leaving them limited in doing certain things.
Time changes the
color of our hair
our skin is no longer smooth or fair
Time has a season
for everything
A time to be born, a time to die,
A time to weep and a
time to sing.
Time robs us of our father or mother sister or brother.
One
day we will answer God’s final roll call
then time will end for us
all.
One day the last breath will be drawn from you and I
As we softly
whisper our last goodbye.
God created time at the beginning of
creation
He will end it at the end of Revelation
For every child, woman
and man
God holds time in the palm of his hand
Time changes our seasons
each year
We adore each one so dear
Time changes the leaves on the
trees
And the waves on the sea
If I could turn back the hand of time
There
would not be any hate or crime
As children we were told
Time turns young
into old
God will roll back the curtain of time one day
To show us our
eternal home in its fine array
Time takes no holiday
It passes quickly by
night and day.
- Written by: Steven Michael Hilling
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ONAM in GODS OWN COUNTRY - By Chulliyil
ONAM in GODS OWN COUNTRY
It is the day of Onam
I would like to write a poem
Celebrated in the Gods Own Country
Right from common people to manthri
Familes make yummy dishes
And this is one of my wishes
Floral decorations in front of the home
I can’t wait for this day to come
Avial, kalan, Olan, Ellisheree
Sambhar, pappad, pickle and pulianjee
The final feast ends with a payasam
Semia or Adda that you will like to have some.
The feast is mostly vegetarian
Neither egg nor any non-vegetarian
Drumsticks is used in most of the dish
In Avial, Sambhar and every other food you wish
Makes your lunch delicious
And the hospitality is mostly gracious
You will go home with a pot belly
For sure, I am not talking silly.
- Written by: Chulliyil
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It is the day of Onam
I would like to write a poem
Celebrated in the Gods Own Country
Right from common people to manthri
Familes make yummy dishes
And this is one of my wishes
Floral decorations in front of the home
I can’t wait for this day to come
Avial, kalan, Olan, Ellisheree
Sambhar, pappad, pickle and pulianjee
The final feast ends with a payasam
Semia or Adda that you will like to have some.
The feast is mostly vegetarian
Neither egg nor any non-vegetarian
Drumsticks is used in most of the dish
In Avial, Sambhar and every other food you wish
Makes your lunch delicious
And the hospitality is mostly gracious
You will go home with a pot belly
For sure, I am not talking silly.
- Written by: Chulliyil
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THE MOMENTS - By Sylvia Salima
THE MOMENTS
The wind that fades my tears
may it fade your pain
The stars that brighten my life
may they brighten your path
The clouds that overshadow my weakness
may they overshadow your enemies
The love that is sincer in my heart
may it heal the wounds I caused.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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THE NIGHTMARE - By Sylvia Salima
THE NIGHTMARE
Am living a life full of pain
Am living a life full of lies
Am living a life towards destruction
Am living a life full of pretence
A life :not from my heart,
A life far from my thought
A nightmare it is.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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THE COCOON AND THE SUN AT NOON - By JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA
THE COCOON AND THE SUN AT NOON
Our life is a mere illusion
We are under incredible delusion
The sun neither sets in the west
Nor does it rise in the east
The earth seems to be standing
The Sun looks is it were moving
The star we see is not there
It has gone afar
We think as though we live for ever
We hate our very neighbour
And neglect even our life giver
How do we feel when the earth does tremor?
We may climb the Mount Everest
Can we stop any tempest?
We might have set our foot on the moon
Before God we are like a baby in its with a spoon
Unless we come out of our cocoon
We will never see the brightness of the Sun at noon
- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA
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Our life is a mere illusion
We are under incredible delusion
The sun neither sets in the west
Nor does it rise in the east
The earth seems to be standing
The Sun looks is it were moving
The star we see is not there
It has gone afar
We think as though we live for ever
We hate our very neighbour
And neglect even our life giver
How do we feel when the earth does tremor?
We may climb the Mount Everest
Can we stop any tempest?
We might have set our foot on the moon
Before God we are like a baby in its with a spoon
Unless we come out of our cocoon
We will never see the brightness of the Sun at noon
- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA
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EMOTIONS - Sylvia Salima
EMOTIONS
An island is what I left behind
A treasure is what I conquered ahead
The tears enrolled were to much to bear
the broken souls kept rigging through my mind
The trust withheld I lost it all
the pride I had faded like the watery paint
In a life time I had it all: in a minute I lost it through the drain
I had to leave: I had to move on
To greener pastures that were like an oasis to many eyes foreseen.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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An island is what I left behind
A treasure is what I conquered ahead
The tears enrolled were to much to bear
the broken souls kept rigging through my mind
The trust withheld I lost it all
the pride I had faded like the watery paint
In a life time I had it all: in a minute I lost it through the drain
I had to leave: I had to move on
To greener pastures that were like an oasis to many eyes foreseen.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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THE STRANGER - By Sylvia Salima
THE STRANGER
I reply to a hidden love: I reply to the rhythmic song in my mind
The blooming flowers: the brighter skies
I met a stranger who was an angel in disguise
An overwhelming heart: an enduring soul
A stranger on my path: A stranger of showering blessing
A stranger of peace: A stranger of love
The world belongs to us both when the stranger passes by.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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I reply to a hidden love: I reply to the rhythmic song in my mind
The blooming flowers: the brighter skies
I met a stranger who was an angel in disguise
An overwhelming heart: an enduring soul
A stranger on my path: A stranger of showering blessing
A stranger of peace: A stranger of love
The world belongs to us both when the stranger passes by.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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THE ENTAILING WINDS - By Sylvia Salima
THE ENTAILING WINDS
The winds are cold: the warm air keeps me warm
My heart is broken; my eyes are dry
Like a shadow your image disappears from my sight
Like a crack the wounds keep getting greater
The cold breeze of pain: the cold breeze of misery
The winds that blow away my sorrow
the winds that blow you out of my heart.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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The winds are cold: the warm air keeps me warm
My heart is broken; my eyes are dry
Like a shadow your image disappears from my sight
Like a crack the wounds keep getting greater
The cold breeze of pain: the cold breeze of misery
The winds that blow away my sorrow
the winds that blow you out of my heart.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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SHATTERED BEAUTY - By Sylvia Salima
SHATTERED BEAUTY
You are a rose,only with thorns
You are a beauty only dimmed by lies
you are a jewel only to be admired
I should list it all:but my heart has hidden it all
Blinded by love cant walk away:
a stagnant swamp is what I became
A rose that pricks the good is what you are:
with nothing is what the hopeless are left with
You are the rose that turned my life into a bush.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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You are a rose,only with thorns
You are a beauty only dimmed by lies
you are a jewel only to be admired
I should list it all:but my heart has hidden it all
Blinded by love cant walk away:
a stagnant swamp is what I became
A rose that pricks the good is what you are:
with nothing is what the hopeless are left with
You are the rose that turned my life into a bush.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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HOME - By Sylvia Salima
HOME
My face seems brighter: my heart seems heavy
My wounds seems to get deeper: my emotions seems to get hidden
I am tired : I feel like I am in a never ending race
My tears are endless: my beauty seems to fade like a jug
Am done: am gone: am living in a house which does not: feel like home.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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My face seems brighter: my heart seems heavy
My wounds seems to get deeper: my emotions seems to get hidden
I am tired : I feel like I am in a never ending race
My tears are endless: my beauty seems to fade like a jug
Am done: am gone: am living in a house which does not: feel like home.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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THE VACUUM - By Sylvia Salima
THE VACUUM
At a distance he Is" At a mile I run
His cold glance kills my soul
His phoney embrace makes me love him even more:
He became a stranger 'when he used to be my love
He became like a puzzle :complicated to uncover
Even at close" he's still at a distance
At a distance he is at a mile I run:
Towards a love that is vacuum in his eyes.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
At a distance he Is" At a mile I run
His cold glance kills my soul
His phoney embrace makes me love him even more:
He became a stranger 'when he used to be my love
He became like a puzzle :complicated to uncover
Even at close" he's still at a distance
At a distance he is at a mile I run:
Towards a love that is vacuum in his eyes.
- Written by: Sylvia Salima
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VINAYAKA, the god of obstacles
Vinayaka
is the son of parvathi
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The Cosmic power and the evil destroyer
He lost
his head In his supreme duty to his dear mother
And was put to death by
Lord Shiva, his very father
The universe saw the wrath of his mother
Lord
vinayaka became the first god in the hierarchical order
And became the
head of gods
The creator of obstacles
If we workshop him with devotion
We
will be saved from our commotion
His big belly is symbolic of the need
for a great appetite
The long ears symbolize the necessity to listen
well
We should not always tell and yell
Mental powers are greater than
physical features
The hand some and the beautiful
are always not the great creatures
are always not the great creatures
The elephant is symbolic of strength and gentleness
Man is
symbolic of intellectual greatness
May Lord Ganesha give all of us
calmness!
- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIAThis poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.
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Sunday - By Aneka B.
Sunday
Subtle tones of humidity in the air.
Neck tension catching on fire.
The window's telling stories.
The rain's playing hide and seek with the sun.
And everything stinks like false priorities.
To the majority at least.
Everybody's one last excuse before being buried alive.
The guilty following the carnival
To the big black house of redemption.
As the rest of us reduce our
Spirituality to Video Games and TV
In search of the same fulfillment.
Sunday.
The knives still stuck in all our backs.
We follow blindly.
One day to remember
What we do not have.
What we can\'t achieve.
Recruiting others.
Only the children,
In their abandonment,
Have left the masses
To honor the universe
And it's secrets.
So when we fiction
Our way to next Sunday
We might leave a friction
Up to fate.
- Written by: Aneka B.
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Subtle tones of humidity in the air.
Neck tension catching on fire.
The window's telling stories.
The rain's playing hide and seek with the sun.
And everything stinks like false priorities.
To the majority at least.
Everybody's one last excuse before being buried alive.
The guilty following the carnival
To the big black house of redemption.
As the rest of us reduce our
Spirituality to Video Games and TV
In search of the same fulfillment.
Sunday.
The knives still stuck in all our backs.
We follow blindly.
One day to remember
What we do not have.
What we can\'t achieve.
Recruiting others.
Only the children,
In their abandonment,
Have left the masses
To honor the universe
And it's secrets.
So when we fiction
Our way to next Sunday
We might leave a friction
Up to fate.
- Written by: Aneka B.
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Rise of Kin - By Darius Ng
Rise of Kin
Nature calls
It’s a new beginning
They lost the war
Change is pending.
We were never the kind
To be so out of line
But who knew-
We had it fine.
They always had their heads high.
Confidence? They said they were might.
But who knew-
They lied.
They were caged from the start
Couldn’t stop-
Smoking, drinking, gambling
They died.
Independence day-
A new meaning
For on this day
A new beginning
Change was inevitable
It was predictable
Nature set free
Man free-er.
- Written by: Darius Ng
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Nature calls
It’s a new beginning
They lost the war
Change is pending.
We were never the kind
To be so out of line
But who knew-
We had it fine.
They always had their heads high.
Confidence? They said they were might.
But who knew-
They lied.
They were caged from the start
Couldn’t stop-
Smoking, drinking, gambling
They died.
Independence day-
A new meaning
For on this day
A new beginning
Change was inevitable
It was predictable
Nature set free
Man free-er.
- Written by: Darius Ng
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WHAT IF I HAD NEVER GROWN UP? - By Isha Chandaliya
WHAT IF I HAD NEVER GROWN UP?
those were the best days of my life
when i was unknown of the difference in six and nine!
how everyone pulled my cheeks
and i would innocently reply
"it hurts do it not plz"
how everyone cared about me only-father,sister mother
now not even a single is bothered.
that moment the difficult decision was to choose a crayon
what if i remained as a kid since i was born.
would talk only when class was silent,
and used to get amazing reaction TOTALLY VIOLENT
liked how everyone pampered
that affection at present, got hampered.
i were such an incorrigible and totally insane girl
oh! i wish i had never grown up!
- Written by: Isha Chandaliya
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those were the best days of my life
when i was unknown of the difference in six and nine!
how everyone pulled my cheeks
and i would innocently reply
"it hurts do it not plz"
how everyone cared about me only-father,sister mother
now not even a single is bothered.
that moment the difficult decision was to choose a crayon
what if i remained as a kid since i was born.
would talk only when class was silent,
and used to get amazing reaction TOTALLY VIOLENT
liked how everyone pampered
that affection at present, got hampered.
i were such an incorrigible and totally insane girl
oh! i wish i had never grown up!
- Written by: Isha Chandaliya
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LET GIRLS ARISE - By Isha Chandaliya
LET GIRLS ARISE
who says girls are preferred to boys?
still infant girls are killed
thinking they will ruin the toys?
why do the parents not understand ?
that it is not her fault
if she is a girl
let her live
why for her own existence
she has to strive?
who knows a day may come when you may feel pride
certainly because of her you will be identified
history is full of such examples
KIRAN BEDI, BACHHENDRI PAL
KALPANA CHAWLA, SAINA NEHWAL
- Written by: Isha Chandaliya
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who says girls are preferred to boys?
still infant girls are killed
thinking they will ruin the toys?
why do the parents not understand ?
that it is not her fault
if she is a girl
let her live
why for her own existence
she has to strive?
who knows a day may come when you may feel pride
certainly because of her you will be identified
history is full of such examples
KIRAN BEDI, BACHHENDRI PAL
KALPANA CHAWLA, SAINA NEHWAL
- Written by: Isha Chandaliya
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I have seen... - By Nikhil Nath
I have seen...
I have seen the moon
loiter by my window
in pensive quiet
I have seen the sun
open many a door
on the spreadeagled beach
I have seen rain
enter the domain of silence
to start up a chatter
Yet, your touch
remains elusive
for which I still yearn
in the future
of a pamphlet
asking citizens
to rebel against order
against the tyranny
against the mutiny
of words for
the sake of love
- Written by: Nikhil Nath
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I have seen the moon
loiter by my window
in pensive quiet
I have seen the sun
open many a door
on the spreadeagled beach
I have seen rain
enter the domain of silence
to start up a chatter
Yet, your touch
remains elusive
for which I still yearn
in the future
of a pamphlet
asking citizens
to rebel against order
against the tyranny
against the mutiny
of words for
the sake of love
- Written by: Nikhil Nath
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