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LIFEOur life is full of twists and turnsWith highs and lows a story burnsWe are but candles in the windMoved to and fro not on a whimWe stand so high but then we fallAs if we've hit a solid wallWe get back up and move againWe must ignore the constant painTo cast a smile or loving gazeWe see much light through yonder hazeThe sun still shines, a days caressedOur life is not just emptiness.life.jpg
Read more…the moon and stars casting a heavonly glow on the slumbering city at night.Such a peacful night,It gives me a false sense of hope and serenity,Because once I close my eyes again,those bittersweet dreams will appear.It's like a broken records playing again and again in my mind. I lay my head down and say a silent pray.I drift to sleep.....closing my eyes,I dream of improbable,I dream of finding you,It's an ache that comes from heart.even if it's just a dream,your return to my life is'nt…
Read more…Oneness of Mankind Revisited Human being are members of a whole, In creation of one essence and soul. If one member is afflicted with pain,Other members uneasy will remain.If you've no sympathy for human pain,The name of human you cannot retain!translated by M. Aryanpoor
Read more…This poem was inspired by Judith's photo with the title "my footprints", thanks!I like this photo so much!-Nadiyah--------------------photo at My footprints by Judith
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i new in this group hope to have good time here with u
I'd like to personally invite you and all of the members of the poetry group to an audio challenge on my blog. Help record my favourite book of poetry: A Child's Garden of Verses, by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Thanks for participating!
Tara
I am not hiding anything... perhaps you are the one hiding something ;-) do you really like it? what is it that you think I am hiding??? Cheerio now!
-Nadiyah-
Emi.
"Because it has lived its life intensely
the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by.
The flowers merely flower,
And they do this as well as they can.
The white lily, blooming unseen in the valley,
Does not need to explain itself to anyone;
It lives merely for beauty.
Men, however, cannot accept that 'merely'."
"You don't always have to pretend to be strong,
there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well,
you shouldn't be concerned about what other people are thinking,
cry if you need to,
it's good to cry out all your tears
(because only then will you be able to smile again). "
If you feel like, leave your comments :) Thank you :)
I like your poem..very nice!..I think your poem (Insides inside) has a hidden meaning or something..Is this a poem for a man who has a complete understanding of life? He loves to think and contemplate. He is intelligent. But he can't communicate what's really on his mind to others. What really inside his mind he can't relate it although he has a great things to say. Maybe because as you said his experience of life hardship and degradation. Hence, in some point he developed a inferiority complex towards others. He wanted it to scream his mind but how? He can't find ways to show it outwardly. That's why what's happening outside is different what's going inside.
or....
Just simply on this moment his mind is wandering, thinking so many things. His appearance is like he doesn't give a damn of what is happening in outside world. But in reality inside his mind is full of things he contemplate.
It's just how I perceive it..Would you mind to explain what you mean with your poem, please?
mayumee
I love poetry, so I am here. I can rhyme one word with another, but I cannot consider me to be a poet. I think I'm the same as some members here. It's a good idea of having a personal space for every local poet. I think I needn't. I'd like only take part in a game and sometimes post poems by other famous poet as a beautiful pattern.
I'm waiting for your responce.
Sincere regards.
I agree to you, Mr. Night. This will make our group more organize.. In one glance we can see all the poem of each member.
The first poem we can post it in our own space, Do you mean also the next poems can be post in this same page? In the same box or in the comment wall in your own space?
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