tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13848900261802696442013-05-18T14:35:54.872-07:00Free Poems. Sad poems, lost poems, free love poems, friendship poems, war poems, death poems, inspirational poems, and more. This blog contains free poems written by Anna V. Williams and other poets. If you follow the rules on the blog, you may use these poems for free.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04660551089821141019noreply@blogger.comBlogger588125FreePoemshttp://feedburner.google.comSubscribe with My Yahoo!Subscribe with NewsGatorSubscribe with My AOLSubscribe with BloglinesSubscribe with NetvibesSubscribe with GoogleSubscribe with Pageflakestag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-65179567023387313062013-04-23T22:57:00.000-07:002013-04-23T22:57:12.808-07:002013-04-23T22:57:12.808-07:00<b>Durable</b><br /> <br /> As I look down at the past,<br /> I look up at what is yet to come.<br /> This change is for the better,<br /> this change is while I'm young.<br /> Good change is taking its time,<br /> good change has just begun.<br /> Even if the desire was there,<br /> I can't go back now.<br /> what's done - is done.<br /> Now is not the time for nostalgia<br /> Now is not the time to focus on what went wrong.<br /> Darling, please come along..<br /> walk with stride<br /> pick up your pride.<br /> Get on track before your depression comes back.<br /> Stop dreaming, this is reality.<br /> Life's testing your durability<br /> do you feel the resistance?<br /> do you feel anything at all?<br /> I wouldn't say you're broken, I would say you're ready to fall.<br /> Beyond numb to the core sweet nothingness.<br /> Look into my eyes, do you see something more?<br /> these eyes,<br /> these eyes have been through hell, don't be surprised.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Kaiit</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-74023312240004016722013-04-23T22:38:00.001-07:002013-04-23T22:38:18.362-07:002013-04-23T22:38:18.362-07:00<b>ICE</b><br /> <br />It soothes my sores<br />And cools my drinks<br /> And makes the floors<br /> For skating rinks.<br />It floats in punch<br /> In cubic form.<br />It's fun to crunch<br /> When I feel warm.<br /> It's great for sleds<br /> And pucks and falls<br /> And penguin beds<br /> And igloo walls.<br /> On frigid days<br />&nbsp;It's hail or sleet<br /> Or frozen glaze<br /> That coats our street.<br /> It forms the flakes<br /> In snow that drops.<br /> It's crust on lakes<br /> Or puddletops.<br /> It's bergs adrift<br />On northern seas.<br /> It's nature's gift<br /> Adorning trees.<br /> A hanging spear<br /> From roof or wire.<br />It's crystal clear<br /> And gleams like fire.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Richard Thomas</i><br /> <i><br /></i> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i><br /> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-44645268055046791882013-04-23T22:28:00.001-07:002013-04-23T22:28:28.355-07:002013-04-23T22:28:28.355-07:00<b>PRAISING PIZZA</b><br /> <br /> They call it pie, but sweet it's not.<br /> And "pizza" means exactly what?<br /> By any name, when it's served hot,<br /> A palate-pleaser's what you've got.<br /> <br /> Ignore existing recipes.<br /> To dough, tomato sauce and cheese<br /> Add any toppings that you please<br /> From orchards, gardens, fields and seas.<br /> <br /> Begin with veggies, ripe and raw,<br /> Then olives, mushrooms, fruit and slaw.<br /> Add lots of extra cheese to gnaw<br /> And scatter truffles over all.<br /> <br /> Then to this scrumptious-looking mess<br /> (A monument to wholesomeness).<br /> Add pepperoni please, unless,<br /> A vegan lifestyle you profess.<br /> <br /> Next, top it off with caviar<br /> And, though it sounds a bit bizarre,<br /> Add chocolate, and there you are:<br /> A feast for rajah, queen or czar.<br /> <br /> Nutritious, tempting and complete--<br /> It's all a person needs to eat.<br /> No known cuisine can hope to beat<br /> This cheap, beloved and tasty treat.<br /> <i><br /></i> <i><br /></i> <i>- Written by: Richard Thomas</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-66627031221550272962013-03-03T21:10:00.003-08:002013-03-03T21:10:56.733-08:002013-03-03T21:10:56.733-08:00<div> <b>REFLECTION OF YOU</b></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> When you are cold when you are strong</div> <div> When all fades when you are&nbsp;out of strength</div> <div> When you are weak when all is gone </div> <div> I'll always be true</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> When you run when you are my light to stop</div> <div> When you are out of reach</div> <div> When no answer seems right</div> <div> I'll always be true</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> When you&nbsp;give up when&nbsp;you move on</div> <div> When you try when no hope is left</div> <div> When all seems false when all is broken</div> <div> I'll always be true</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> Truth is the sincerity in me</div> <div> Love is what I hold most</div> <div> Reflection is what takes me back to you</div> <div> I'll always be true till the end.</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <div> <i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima</i></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span> </div> &nbsp;</div> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-24718628647668994452013-03-03T21:09:00.001-08:002013-03-03T21:09:15.339-08:002013-03-03T21:09:15.339-08:00<div> <b>HEARTBREAK GAME</b></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> He loves me I love another</div> <div> It's a cycle of love Love never taken for granted</div> <div> I think of another His thoughts are of me</div> <div> How could I be so blind It's real, It's true</div> <div> What would I do How could I lie.</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> He hopes in prayers He sleeps in dreams</div> <div> How could he remain so true</div> <div> I cant change my heart I cant stab myself</div> <div> Why do I feel this way</div> <div> How could I love someone I have never thought of</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> He leaves in a future of me and him:</div> <div> I leave in a future of&nbsp;me and another</div> <div> Both feel true emotions both are clear</div> <div> Too bad it's always vice&nbsp;versa</div> <div> We leave in a life of vicious circle</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> I lie he believes</div> <div> I hold my thoughts my emotions are out of control</div> <div> The cycle is on no redirecting</div> <div> Both ends loose in a game of Heartbreak.</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <div> <i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima</i></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span> </div> &nbsp;</div> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-1877600449265055572013-03-03T21:06:00.002-08:002013-03-03T21:06:26.767-08:002013-03-03T21:06:26.767-08:00<div> <b>SIN OF BEAUTY</b></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> She is the girl The girl in a blue skirt</div> <div> True beauty True admiration</div> <div> From a distance all look in disbilief</div> <div> True essence of beauty but a loner within</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> Her smile captivates even the blind recognize her precense</div> <div> Her walk attracts even the streets brighten</div> <div> The presence of true heavenly creation</div> <div> True essence of beauty but a loner within</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> She wants to scream but she keeps it together</div> <div> She helps the needy to replace the missing pieces</div> <div> 'Why am I a loner'she asks her soul</div> <div> True essence of beauty but a loner within</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> 'All want her', but the wrong gentlemen she says.</div> <div> All listen, but her beauty always finds the way ahead,</div> <div> 'Can't anyone find the true her' her heart pales in agony</div> <div> True essence of beauty but a loner within</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> Her loneliness kills her more everyday</div> <div> She would exchange her beauty for love </div> <div> All she has is what attracts the wrong people</div> <div> The beauty that shines like light but in darkness it carries loneliness</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> The SIN of BEAUTY.</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <div> <i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima</i></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span> </div> &nbsp;</div> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-29719704862070704762013-03-03T21:02:00.004-08:002013-03-03T21:02:52.524-08:002013-03-03T21:02:52.524-08:00<div> <b>MOMENTS OF THE WEAK</b></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> The Ring I noticed the Ring</div> <div> His marriage is right Her love awaits at home</div> <div> His intentions are sincere His feelings never change</div> <div> What about me?</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> I should care about my heart</div> <div> I should care about hurting her</div> <div> How can I destroy am not that kind</div> <div> What about her?</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> My feelings are real at home he awaits for me</div> <div> We both have paths to follow</div> <div> The spark between is like a flame ignited</div> <div> What about him?</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> Am I cruel Am I mean </div> <div> How could I not care Myself is all I think</div> <div> Wishing for an amnesia but somethings never fade even with disease</div> <div> It feels like an explosion inside</div> <div> What about me?</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> I became a thief stealing anothers space</div> <div> It's never me Then who is to blame</div> <div> How could my heart play such a dangerous game</div> <div> What about him?</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> You,Her,Me,Him,</div> <div> No I shatter the built expectations</div> <div> Our lives will get back to normal</div> <div> And so I hope</div> <div> But still what about US?????????</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <div> <i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima</i></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span> </div> &nbsp;</div> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-62439092752315140122013-03-03T20:59:00.001-08:002013-03-03T20:59:09.233-08:002013-03-03T20:59:09.233-08:00<div> <b>THE&nbsp; WATERFALLS</b></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> Am diving in with courage</div> <div> Am holding my pieces whole</div> <div> Am holding my weakness within</div> <div> Am realising my strength to flow</div> <div> The chilling water of the ocean I release my sorrow</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> Mourning was with time now i can try moving on</div> <div> Forgeting the love can never control hidden emotions</div> <div> Remembering the moments never sadden me anymore</div> <div> The chilling water of the ocean I release my sorrow</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> Shortened period in our lives never fade happy times</div> <div> The losses in our lives never mean we are punished</div> <div> Enjoying what at hand makes life more meaningful</div> <div> The chilling water of the ocean I release my sorrow</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> I smile the feeling witihin feels right</div> <div> Am moving on doesnt mean 'I will forget you'</div> <div> Neither the heavens nor life after makes love fade away</div> <div> The sorrow fades with the chilling water </div> <div> Happiness remains like a gift rapped with ribbons.</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <i>- Written by: Sylvia Salima</i></div> <div> &nbsp;</div> <div> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span> </div> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-64085856806560730882013-02-05T10:03:00.000-08:002013-02-05T10:03:04.153-08:002013-02-05T10:03:04.153-08:00<b>The Great Mansion </b><br /> <br /> Its a majestic thing to all who see<br /> The Mansion across the horizon<br /> With rose gardens and tall trees<br /> Stood tall on its stead - Unshaken<br /> <br /> Passing by the moor, an old man often<br /> Smiled gladly when his eyes caught<br /> This magnificent&nbsp;structure - Abandoned<br /> By time, which was once admired a lot<br /> <br /> It was a palace all sang and danced, it Prayed<br /> For everyone to Live and Enjoy Life with charm<br /> Where grandmas baked and children played<br /> It welcomed every living soul - With open arms<br /> <br /> It was a home for Lovers of Romance<br /> In the rose garden, under the starry night<br /> Embracing each other in a complete trance<br /> For all other eyes it was a delightful sight<br /> <br /> Now he stood very close to it - Very upset<br /> Admiring every detail crafted up by pouring sweat<br /> Then his proud smile gradually began to fade<br /> When the liveliness was lost - What fate!<br /> <br /> He couldn't accept its failure in the struggle<br /> With time, of being the dear thing - Forever<br /> Where he saw little kids play and giggle<br /> Is now filled with haunting silence allover<br /> <br /> It was once a Castle of a Great King<br /> And there were celebrations all the time<br /> Everything is blown away by howling wind<br /> For Emptiness to prevail like Eternal Sunshine<br /> <br /> Its neither pleasing those New Eyes<br /> Nor it is a structure of glory anymore<br /> He wonders why it can't be otherwise<br /> Why can't it stand a chance anymore?<br /> <br /> It steals attention of anyone passing on the way<br /> But it remains just as good as anything to watch<br /> "It was a great mansion" - is what they say<br /> And share its stories holding a glass of Scotch<br /> <br /> He longs to live in the mansion - As Before<br /> Thinking he could rediscover his inner self<br /> But it looked old fashioned and he couldn't adore<br /> As it is gravely beaten by time - Like himself<br /> <br /> Left in ruins, will it die alone in oblivion?<br /> Or survive as a legend in pages of History?<br /> Why does anyone care where he is buried in<br /> When all his noble deeds are deemed ordinary<br /> <br /> Thus goes the song of roaring Rise and silent Fall<br /> All the hard worked footprints slowly get erased<br /> Time always wins to cause imminent Downfall<br /> Paving way for the new breed of things to race.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Amit Herlekar</i><br /> <br /> <i>My poem can be used for free as long as people first obtain my permission by writing to <a href="mailto:amitherlekar@gmail.com">amitherlekar@gmail.com</a> and, my name must be given credit and a link is included to <a href="http://all-amit-thinks.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-great-mansion_2.html" target="_blank">http://all-amit-thinks.<wbr></wbr>blogspot.com/2013/02/the-<wbr></wbr>great-mansion_2.html</a> website. </i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-23266760426015968732013-02-05T09:59:00.001-08:002013-02-05T09:59:32.384-08:002013-02-05T09:59:32.384-08:00<b>Holy Night</b><br /> <br /> Who are you<br /> In the Christmas story<br /> Were you ever young<br /> And in trouble<br /> Pregnant as a teenager<br /> And unmarried<br /> Are you someone<br /> Taking responsibility for things<br /> Not your own, burying secrets<br /> and disapointments<br /> Making the most of a life<br /> Unexpected<br /> Or a business owner&nbsp;offering<br /> What little you could to others<br /> With an emergency need<br /> During extraordinary times<br /> One of the globe trotting titans<br /> Foreseeing trends, markets, seasons<br /> Investment in hand<br /> Wanting to be part of the next great thing<br /> The worker on the night shift<br /> Watching another day pass<br /> A common man just working to live<br /> One night finding yourself<br /> In the presence of Angels<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman</i><br /> <br /> <i>My poem may be published online as long as the author is given credit and a link is included to:</i> <a href="http://regentsparkroad.wordpress.com/">regentsparkroad.wordpress.com</a> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-41956216284150041302013-02-05T09:57:00.002-08:002013-02-05T09:59:22.047-08:002013-02-05T09:59:22.047-08:00<b>Lodinium</b><br /> <br /> History drives<br /> Down the red roads,<br /> Colored asphalt carpets<br /> Not just for Bentleys<br /> Jaguars, Rolls Royce<br /> But rickshaws, Red buses<br /> Mobs of weaving blue&nbsp;Bicycles<br /> At weekends<br /> Philosophy walks these<br /> Stained sandstone slabs<br /> Uneven and washed out<br /> These sidewalk see-saws<br /> Tottering toe-traps set to<br /> Catch the young and drunk<br /> By surprise<br /> Civilization trips over these<br /> Rounded, warn<br /> Cobbled streets<br /> Cracked teeth beneath her feet<br /> With blackened gums<br /> Chewing at her heels<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman</i><br /> <br /> <i>My poem may be published online as long as the author is given credit and a link is included to:</i> <a href="http://regentsparkroad.wordpress.com/">regentsparkroad.wordpress.com</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1384890026180269644"> </a>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-44406031764841607052013-01-27T08:57:00.003-08:002013-01-27T08:57:55.287-08:002013-01-27T08:57:55.287-08:00<b>Vivid Tryst</b><br /> <br /> There they stood<br /> before each other<br /> 2 young lovers<br /> Secret tryst<br /> In the forest<br /> Her heart twist<br /> He can’t resist<br /> to the thighs<br /> In the lake<br /> As they sighed as they smiled<br /> To each other<br /> The lake just waved in the shape of a heart<br /> As they kissed<br /> a vivid tryst<br /> Up above<br /> As she looked<br /> into his eyes<br /> With desire<br /> as he bends<br /> so he kiss her<br /> was it water all around them<br /> it was set into blue fire<br /> dancing by the rhythm of their desire<br /> how they felt<br /> no one knows<br /> to Elysium<br /> Their love grows<br /> far behind them<br /> in the middle<br /> was a volcano<br /> as it ruptures<br /> as the lava<br /> reach the lake<br /> to the right and to the left<br /> 2 different worlds just collided<br /> Short white dress<br /> He dressed all black<br /> As she stood<br /> In the right<br /> With a deer<br /> And a horse to the left<br /> In the sky<br /> The jealous sky<br /> Just described how they felt<br /> As white clouds and darker ones<br /> Just collided in the middle<br /> While the sun to the right<br /> With its heat burning up<br /> And the moon the cold moon to the left<br /> 2 young lovers<br /> How they felt<br /> when they kissed<br /> A thousands stars<br /> Shined on them<br /> it should be bright<br /> they just hold tight<br /> its just right<br /> so all around them<br /> Light was dim<br /> Just 2 bottles<br /> Of fresh water<br /> Red of ink blue of ink<br /> And as they kissed<br /> into the water<br /> Ink was spilled<br /> And as they’re kissing<br /> Into the water It just spreads<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Hamza Matar</i><br /> <i><br /></i> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.&nbsp;</i><br /> <a href="http://www.hamzamatar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.hamzamatar.blogspot.com</a>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-71516543288808518012013-01-27T08:55:00.002-08:002013-01-27T08:56:16.932-08:002013-01-27T08:56:16.932-08:00<b>May the music be a messenger</b><br /> <br /> May the music be a messenger<br /> on the death line lies my defender<br /> a true man a true hero<br /> my heart was taken by this boy<br /> with his rifle in his hands<br /> his weak body on the sands<br /> determined to defend our lands<br /> may the music carry my words<br /> expressing my love and my fears<br /> as my voice touches his ears<br /> since he's gone and I'm in tears<br /> i lost all faith but one in him<br /> i lost all hope but to see his face<br /> to fall in his arms to melt in his grace<br /> our reunion would be my heaven<br /> soon i pray it would happen.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Hamza Matar</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <a href="http://www.hamzamatar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.Hamzamatar.blogspot.com</a>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-19605573359978668332013-01-27T08:50:00.003-08:002013-01-27T08:50:44.749-08:002013-01-27T08:50:44.749-08:00<b>Psychoses</b><br /> <br /> Message to the world<br /> Peace to the world<br /> Correct me if I’m wrong<br /> I confronted my demons<br /> I can beat them<br /> Be strong<br /> Have faith<br /> They can’t have your soul for dinner<br /> You will have theirs as a desert<br /> And I was wrong<br /> With raging pride and thoughts<br /> I followed my shade<br /> Crying my way to the west<br /> Shredded heart<br /> Torn soul<br /> Death was lurking<br /> The end has more pride than mine<br /> <br /> <br /> It didn’t come to me<br /> It charmed me to go for it<br /> And so I did<br /> What keeps me here<br /> Everything has fallen to pieces<br /> There is nothing left for me<br /> But sorrow<br /> Everlasting autumn<br /> So let me fall<br /> If I have to fall<br /> Let me fall with pride<br /> What keeps me here<br /> They have killed my all<br /> They darkened my soul<br /> They left my heart with a hole<br /> I’ll never heal<br /> My innocence has vanished into the night<br /> And I’m drowning deeper and further<br /> into the darkest most devilish place of my heart<br /> Into hatred<br /> Into outrage and grudge<br /> What keeps me here<br /> Only vengeance<br /> But I followed my shade<br /> And it shrank<br /> Just beneath my feet I no longer see it<br /> I’m lost<br /> Should I dig<br /> And hide my shame<br /> It’s the end of road<br /> Death will lurk for some more<br /> And my pride is greater than the end<br /> It will come to me<br /> I’m not gonna surrender<br /> Saved by the shade<br /> Saved by the sun<br /> Saved by God<br /> What keeps me here<br /> The last pure tiny flame of light it me<br /> I feel it<br /> I hear it<br /> It calls me from the depth of my soul<br /> Hold on to your heart<br /> And you will find peace<br /> This is I promise you<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Hamza Matar</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <a href="http://www.hamzamatar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.hamzamatar.blogspot.com</a> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-35479481459768043672013-01-26T23:11:00.000-08:002013-01-27T08:51:04.501-08:002013-01-27T08:51:04.501-08:00<i></i><br /> <b>Only me, myself and I</b><br /> <br /> Only me, myself and I in my insulation<br /> At night insomniac, me my guitar and desperation<br /> Coffees are wine… wine and coffee<br /> Am I asleep or awake, sober or stoned?<br /> Trapped between my guitar and my bottle made my mold<br /> Chocked with a scream<br /> There goes my dream<br /> As I wondered who am I<br /> Falling into frustration<br /> It’s me who had it all in my hands and I let go<br /> It’s me who ran the hills of heaven with joy and I didn’t know<br /> And now I know<br /> Now I know<br /> Only me, myself and I in my insulation<br /> In a bar full of people as I play my guitar with exhilaration<br /> Then there she was<br /> At the door<br /> Chocked with words<br /> I couldn’t sing<br /> As she said hi<br /> And her voice rang<br /> In my ears<br /> I can’t rely on my hallucinations<br /> It’s me who had it all in my hands and I let go of it<br /> It’s me who ran the hills of heaven with laughter and I didn’t realize it<br /> Now I know… it was you…<br /> It was you<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Hamza Matar</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <a href="http://www.hamzamatar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.hamzamatar.blogspot.com</a>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-34583530540165095962013-01-15T20:48:00.001-08:002013-01-15T20:49:32.641-08:002013-01-15T20:49:32.641-08:00<b>Your Hand </b><br /> <br /> I tossed, restless, in the dark, deaf night.<br /> From cool crisp sheets,<br /> my clammy frame drenched our bed.<br /> Your voice cut short the spiral…<br /> “Would you like me to hold your hand”?<br /> I was that who you touched,<br /> I was frantic and you gave me rest.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: James Cecil</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-23022675408185022462013-01-10T23:00:00.000-08:002013-01-13T23:24:02.762-08:002013-01-13T23:24:02.762-08:00<b>TIME IN LIFE</b><br /> <br /> it was a moonlit night<br /> the wind murmured in the trees<br /> these swinging trees which murmured<br /> reminds me of life<br /> life flows like water<br /> it's like drying leaves sometimes<br /> <br /> At the beginning they were fresh<br /> beautify the trees<br /> but sometimes old and grey<br /> they fell and became waste<br /> waste and dirty !waste and dirty!!<br /> Oh!what kind of litter environment<br /> <br /> Time is something in life<br /> it's like lightning<br /> which passes like a bird<br /> the bird flew as fast as lightning<br /> it focus on it prey<br /> and went back to rest<br /> <br /> the bird flushes away<br /> on its golden feather<br /> for she has no time to play<br /> for reasons are many<br /> and time is immutable<br /> before i knew it she disappeared<br /> <br /> she is not like the tortoise<br /> who is ponderous<br /> when his bird friends<br /> borrowed him feathers<br /> and after, deceived them with tricks.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Murjanatu Umar </i><br /> <i><br /></i> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-51220828330830976922013-01-02T03:00:00.000-08:002013-01-02T03:00:17.585-08:002013-01-02T03:00:17.585-08:00<b>Deserted land</b><br /> <br /> She was old and gray<br /> and never sparkles<br /> everything fades away<br /> like a dry desert<br /> which blackens her<br /> madly flying in breeze<br /> null of bones to pet<br /> wondering lonely in a forest<br /> who never heard a voice<br /> to sympathize in troop<br /> what a barn owl<br /> forgot her way<br /> and when the sun smiled<br /> she was blind<br /> with no enemy of her's<br /> to eat her alive.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Murjanatu Umar</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post. </i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-41282431289910728252013-01-02T02:56:00.000-08:002013-01-02T02:56:54.874-08:002013-01-02T02:56:54.874-08:00<b>PEACOCK</b><br /> <br /> Nene is a barn owl<br /> who plant a crest of rainbow<br /> thinking she is a Pharaoh<br /> pondering as a duck<br /> Quack!Quack!! As she laugh.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Murjanatu Umar</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post. </i>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-29070525147995167562013-01-02T00:56:00.002-08:002013-01-02T00:56:20.727-08:002013-01-02T00:56:20.727-08:00<div class="MsoNormal"> <b>Flail</b></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> He falls in a dream, the sky rotating around his unsuspended limbs,</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> The clouds that rise past him do nothing to halt or delay his descent;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Even though they are figments of his imagination</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> could turn into helicopters, or Planes…&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> birds, or abstract symbols of airborne salvation</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> instead they choose to retain their state&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> and leave his downward journey uninterrupted.</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> The mountains that circle as he spirals could grow&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> in stature to giant peaks of softest powder snow,&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> then reach up to him, before he drops below.</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> But they instead stand apathetic – </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> tall, yet still pathetic </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> - and point to the midday sun, </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> as if to say “My dear friend, you’re going the wrong way.”&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> The trees lean - their branches clatter amongst themselves to withdraw: </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> His fall could be broken but so could their arms,</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> which could then no longer hold their precious offspring&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> and scatter them on to fruition. </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> When he falls the ground could become elastic,&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> could absorb his weight and send him Skyward; </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> It could turn into a single emerald sheet, </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> With a hundred thousand cushioned bushes&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> that welcome him like a newborn baby to slumber,&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> unaffected, fantastic and deep. </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> He bears no ill will to them all,&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> for they are part of his own internal nature, and life is all just a dream.</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Then the earth opens up and lets him pass through&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> – down past the rocks and magma. And… </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> There you stand at the end of all time:</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Your smile catches his eye and he falls into your hands&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> and your lips and your loins, and your breasts,&nbsp;</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> that welcome him down to the place where you rest, </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> And still deeper, too: </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Where true love envelops and encircles him, </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> (Because true love is you.)</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i>- Written by: Lee Woodward </i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><br /></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i>If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.</i></div> Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-20216208072514073692012-12-15T03:51:00.000-08:002013-01-02T00:34:52.609-08:002013-01-02T00:34:52.609-08:00<b>BRIGHTER RAYS</b><br /> <br /> The rays are brighter, brighter than before,<br /> The closed windows, whispers that echo,<br /> His heart is at place, his thoughts are still,<br /> The rays are brighter, brighter that before.<br /> <br /> His heart is sincere, his mind is set,<br /> His stare takes him to after thoughts,<br /> His smile signifies a million words,<br /> The rays are brighter, brighter than before.<br /> <br /> The rays that flash back, her thoughts to his,<br /> Her heart that turned to ice<br /> Her smile that gave him hope,<br /> Her memories that bring him to reality,<br /> Happiness is a memory that fades like the sunset<br /> All he is left with are the rays that fade like the waves.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Sylviah Salima</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-60652461446047392582012-12-15T03:40:00.000-08:002013-01-02T00:35:34.315-08:002013-01-02T00:35:34.315-08:00<b>IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW.....</b><br /> <br /> If you could see me now, am better and stronger,<br /> The weakness in me faded in time,<br /> The shyness in me was overthrown like the dark clouds,<br /> <br /> If you could see me now<br /> Am prettier because I believe in myself,<br /> Am walking tall I made it<br /> I became the someone I was only better<br /> I am what I was supposed to be<br /> <br /> If you could see me now<br /> Time made the best out of me<br /> Every word you spoke swept away by my esteem<br /> I didn't have to change who I was<br /> I didn't have to move a muscle<br /> Accepting who I am was what i did better.<br /> <br /> If you could only see me now.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Sylviah Salima</i><br /> <i><br /></i> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-63765133100135767982012-12-15T03:34:00.001-08:002013-01-02T00:36:35.896-08:002013-01-02T00:36:35.896-08:00<b>I LOVE YOU</b><br /> <br /> How can I be sad when you made me smile<br /> May the smile last like the colours of the rainbow<br /> May the moments always reflect like the sun rays<br /> May the feelings always grow with time and days<br /> And may our words bond us towards a greater love.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Sylviah Salima</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-36944688343197035342012-12-15T03:02:00.001-08:002013-01-02T00:37:01.869-08:002013-01-02T00:37:01.869-08:00<b>MY PRAYER</b><br /> <br /> My hands I fold in thanksgiving<br /> For the moments I never got to appreciate<br /> For the things that happened and I never realized<br /> For the love people shared and I took for granted<br /> For the thousands things I never mentioned<br /> For the times you blessed me enough and made it more<br /> My God I send my thanksgiving.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Sylviah Salima<br /><br />This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit. </i><span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384890026180269644.post-44342083652869604962012-12-15T02:46:00.001-08:002013-01-02T00:37:44.376-08:002013-01-02T00:37:44.376-08:00<b>THE LETTER</b><br /> <br /> At a distance you are like the clouds unreached<br /> With days the love hidden within outgrows<br /> My love letter may the heavens acknowledge<br /> A love conquered the heart pure as the heavens<br /> At pieces I am<br /> Goodbye is harder than it seems<br /> <br /> <br /> A smile from the soul upon his face<br /> A smile well remembered denied by time<br /> Stronger than the iron the love became<br /> Erasing is just a word mad <br /> At pieces I am<br /> Goodbye is harder than it seems<br /> <br /> <br /> May destiny lead you to brighter paths<br /> Letting you go is never an option<br /> Hating you is a word used to lie to oneself<br /> Loving you more I would do given a chance at a platter<br /> At pieces I am<br /> Goodbye is harder than it seems<br /> <br /> <br /> At pieces I am<br /> Goodbye is harder than it seems<br /> Our hearts are one and so I believe<br /> At a safer place I keep you like a jewel<br /> Your hands of love I am resting my letter<br /> Your hands of comfort I rest my plea<br /> Goodbye is always harder than it seems.<br /> <br /> <br /> <i>- Written by: Sylviah Salima</i><br /> <br /> <i>This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.</i><br /> <span class="gI"><span>sylviasalima@yahoo.com</span></span>Sitzetzuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05222263671469989659noreply@blogger.com0