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  • Edward Webb (12/7/2013 10:58:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    The Inward Lover

    The inward lover,
    can love no other.
    There mirage of perfection;
    hides a non-self affection.

    Ashamed to just be,
    From pasts of early age long ago,
    where true love given just wasn't so.
    minds cuts have healed,
    but adults scars still show.

    They live through the eye and not by feel of the heart.
    Seeing their bodies from the soul, apart.
    Then using their body as a seducing art.

    They make in the mind a ideal self,
    and try to project an image of success, beauty and wealth.
    All be it if this is destruction of self.

    In their worlds love is just a trick.
    They seek out a supply of the fuel they need,
    admiration of a projection, so the lie can feed.
    money for a power to buy what they deserve;
    this be the hell in which they serve.

    Cold and ruthless no mater how much any pleads,
    for there dissolved love of self is the heart that inside bleeds.

    It is a life filled with no friends
    , so they see,
    and the objects around them, seen as ' just there for me'

    They appear adult form
    but they are a broken child inside,
    taught by a non-love style,
    their emotions should be put aside.

    Love, loyalty, care and passion,
    a sum to make an adult life ashen.
    all just for them a label,
    as no childhood taught,
    so they become unable.

    They trap,
    people who hearts be red,
    attacking individuals,
    just an extension of them instead.

    Not even Lover is a protection of another,
    you are just an accessory,
    in their projection to all other.

    Yet their eyes will always see your inferior emotional buttons,
    pushing them with all there charms,
    so you react to their beckons.

    Guilt, Belittle, so others seem small
    and perfect self is how they wish to been seen by all.

    Ive met a few upon my journey,
    and can now spot them early,

    The eyes truly are a window to the soul,
    and confidence grows in people who are whole.

    When you learn to trust your soul and heart,
    this dissolves the manipulation art.

    I now feel no regret of knowing these kin in hell,
    for these lives are still precious and I hope, and wish them well.

    There being part of my life journey,
    has taught me how lucky I was in my years of early.

    I hope one day in the mirror of which no eye can see,
    the perfection of imperfection,
    there is no wrongs in thee

    for their lives are as beautiful and equal as all that be.
    Then love them selves for who ever they maybe
    and allow them selves to be happy and free.

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    • Doris Cornago (12/7/2013 11:44:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Yep. Guilty. As you pointed out: " When you learn to trust your soul and heart, this dissolves the manipulation art." You must either be " old" , a born philosopher or a reincarnat ... more

  • Suman Kumar Das (12/7/2013 9:48:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Make me Human!

    O’ my Dear!
    I am no more human.

    I besought handful water
    To wet my arid gullet.
    But thou drenched my whole body
    Showering stream of liquor
    And made me daffy drunkard!

    I besought a little pen
    To scribble carol of love.
    But thou taught verse of violence
    Putting arms in my hand
    And made me brutal butcher!

    I besought a pill of patience
    To cure my panic in grief, pain.
    But thou hybridized genetic DNA
    Injecting saline of anger, odium in my blood
    And made me merciless mutant!

    I besought a lamp of wisdom
    To find my way in dark of ignorance.
    But thou lit countless covetous candles
    Showing lustful dreams in my mind
    And made me sinful soul!

    O’ my Dear!
    My only prayer to thee,
    Please make me again ‘Human’.
    Only Human!

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Mary Amrutha (12/7/2013 2:02:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    can any one help me find the poem Coleridge Johnson i even googled it but couldn't find the poem... it will be very kind of you, if you help me in finding that poem

  • Sudhanshu Shekhar (12/6/2013 4:48:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    What is a trick?
    Is it an activity?,
    Or is an imaginable machine,
    Suppose we draw a line or circle,
    What it is a trick?
    Searching pocket is a trick,
    Telling joke is a trick,
    Writing poem is a trick,
    Or observing candle is a trick
    So what is a trick?
    I find most of the trick in mathematics,
    What if an apple would not be fallen?
    Ask from Newton,
    Was that a trick?
    Or I was a trick,
    1+1 equals eleven is also a trick or two is also a trick,
    So I fallen in the world of trick,
    I find zero.
    Here is zero gravity,
    Was it a trick?

  • Mary Amrutha (12/6/2013 3:36:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    In LOVE

    I am in love!
    I am in love!
    I am in love with you.

    One thong I know,
    the only thing I know is
    I am deeply,
    madly in love with you

  • K.c. Ford (12/4/2013 3:51:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    There is no time

    There is no time today to do
    what can be done tomorrow to,
    but as tomorrow never comes,
    perhaps I'll rearange my sums,
    Perhaps I'll do today what must
    and when I sleep, I'll wake, I trust.

  • Steve Yeager (12/3/2013 5:01:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Endless Love

    You're not too far from me
    You're here, laying my arms
    Our hair is blowing in the wind
    I take a deep breath
    You touch my hand
    I close my eyes
    Our memories run through my mind
    I open my eyes
    Yet still you aren't here
    Nothing can ever replace you
    My heart couldn't be shared
    With anyone else
    Cold evening
    My hands are as cold as ice
    Our memories run through my mind
    My feelings stay concise
    You're still here laying in my arms
    The distance between us isn't discouraging
    For we're still attached
    After our endless love

  • Sudhanshu Shekhar (12/3/2013 3:22:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Candle light and moon

    Who played the trick?
    In the kingdom of Duper,
    Tell me otherwise I will turn you all in to rat,
    With this magic stick,
    Hulalu nice enchanting,
    Are you a crazy listener?
    That you have enchanted this in the glow of kind candle,
    Oh! Tell me owls who was behind this,
    Everyone feared,
    And the return of evil Bale.
    Bale o’ Bale leave us Bale,
    You are wrong,
    Thrill was inside everyone,
    I was not!
    I was not! (Bale was an evil fairy of Duper flower land)
    Candle light and moon.

  • Hrishikesh Bharadwaj (12/3/2013 10:00:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Here are some tips that help in writing a good poetry.
    Have a clear idea of your whole plot.
    Be straightforward in your thoughts.
    Add figures of speech such as similes and Metaphors, rhyming words, idioms and Phrasal verbs.
    Create the same number of lines in each verse.

  • Sudhanshu Shekhar (12/3/2013 4:20:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Candle light and the moon
    Owl servant blaze the kind candle,
    Open the skin of book,
    And then the sympathy story begin,
    Once upon a time,
    There was a kingdom,
    In which everyone was happy,
    Except the beautiful princess,
    The name of the kingdom was,
    Duper, for the kind candle is glowing,
    The moon is listening,
    In the world of kind candle,
    The light and the celebration begin,
    It came a doctor tortoise,
    With the spectacles on his nose,
    Said Hulalu,
    The guideline body,
    Like the nightmare, a zebra, a cat
    A sparrow, a frog, a fish, an elephant, an ant
    And last the owl and snake.
    For it is the darkest hour,
    Everyone was happy,
    Sudden a change,
    The duper’s flower land become ill,
    Princess finds the shrill,
    The evil returns,
    Soon candle light and the moon.

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