Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
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You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
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Poetic Masterpiece: A Childbirth Of Profundity.
Like delivery of Divine Revelations
which favours calmness of wilderness;
It's brought forth in Creative-Glory-Of-Solitude:
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The unknown singing bird sang
Several songs for some years;
The songs of the singing bird
Soon created news and history!
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I have always aspired to a more spacious form
that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose
and would let us understand each other without exposing
the author or reader to sublime agonies.
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The first poem was a wonder
The second was a surprise.
The third poem made me a poet,
The fourth gave me a name and fame.
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Poets, come out of your closets,
Open your windows, open your doors,
You have been holed-up too long
in your closed worlds.
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A lilac for the anonymity,
Of Mrs. Hinkle's simple poetry.
It shines within the margins of its space,
A single note of captivating grace.
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~ POETRY IS NOT CHASE GAME ~
Ms. Nivedita. UK
Puny Pawn
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There was a man I knew
and just knowing him
made me think of poetry.
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The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
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My poetry journey is nothing and nowhere to go
Without leaving a word or two
I need a companion along the way
With you in my thoughts each day
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Everything I see
Is poetry to me
From the last standing tree
In a lonely forest
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Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about 'What A Poetry Actually Is', the obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different this time...
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Where speech fails, poetry takes over.
As if like a fetus in the womb, a poem
Is born in the brain's chamber, where
It sleeps and sometimes moves about
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Poetry is
An emotional Rhapsody
Igniting the contemplative mind
Pouring out words in exuberance
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NOTE: I'm sorry to say today I find PH like before [as in case of 'I Want To Be Raped'] again banned this poem as I find it is not in my poetry list...so I've made some typographical change and reposted it and some comments already posted by Hon'ble Readers I'm posting here ~ niv
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~ Ich bin ein Künstler [Fusion Poetry] ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
April 18,2010
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Religions are poems. They concert
our daylight and dreaming mind, our
emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture
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Poetry...
She lures us in,
As if with her beguiling grin
She captures hearts inclined to sin
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~ O' POETRY I READ I WRITE ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
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Poetry and Science don’t always
Appear to marry very well
But there are times
Amid these rhymes
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Mysterious growth in my lines
Deep words drafting over and over
Had an impression of poetry
Have a will to do it.
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I once wrote some poetry - the best,
the finest POETRY
My POETRY came with a capital
"P".
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Thou shall be more amazed
as you read me more again
I am that light
that candle which
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Hmmm...Jack Gilbert says Poetry Is A Kind Of Lying...
Okay, okay, I hear all you guys out there sighing
but what he's saying tis so very true
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I thought poetry is
-nubile beauty where lustfulness decorate unstable life
-nude bathing of a juvenile girl in the raining pond
-wrestle mania game of beauty queen Charlotte Flair
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This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
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There is great truth in the saying that great minds think alike.
And it's seen in your lovely poems which is much to my delight.
Your eyes can clearly perceive what others find hard to see,
...
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Your friend belittled your topic
Your friend belittled your style
Your friend belittled your lack of rhyme
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Exquisite poetry rendered
In music gripping the heart
And dance eloquent
Merge par excellence.
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Inspired by poem of Daniel Brick'—‘'Du Fu Visits Anne Yun''
Your visit to Anne Yun
So special
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Poetry is something
that dances rhythm of your heart,
sings song of your soul,
dreams dream of your subconscious.
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My poetry is a mystery to me also
I don't know how I write
I feel it isn't any good
That I could make a living
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Words grow
Beyond the words
Beyond the self
Beyond the soul
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Richard is a healing Poet,
Who heals with words,
Who values life with gratitude,
Who loves poetry and people.
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This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak
of them. Nor is it about deeds or lands, nor anything about glory, honour,
dominion or power,
except War.
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There is no Poetry site like Poem Hunter
Where Poetry blooms like flowers,
Where Poetry shines like stars,
Where Poetry flies with wings of joy!
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As I sit and contemplate,
my musings soar away,
with myriad wings to levitate,
and reach new heights every day.
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It’s the poetry of life painting like the frost
on the tip of autumn’s breeze.
It’s the poetry of life found and never lost
Feeling comfortably at ease
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The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
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Oh my love! You are my poetry.
You are the poetry of my thoughts.
You are the poetry of my mind.
You are the poetry of my heart.
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The Hellish Freak In Sapphic Poetry
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Centuries' hazardous, murderous freak
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If I can turn into a Poem
I wish I could be your poem
The painted words of your art
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Thou art like infinite sanctuary
Full with the blooms of freedom dinky.
Congrats thee, the real sign of peace.
Poetry! what a drastic deed! ! !
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The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry
His power is his left hand
It is idle weak and precious
His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him
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Poetry is a romantic maid
And I am her lover.
I arrange my thoughts in my head
In my own way to love her.
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ah the poetry of
chocolate and a warm body
both of them melting
at the tip of a hot tongue
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You talk to me too much-
From hell and heaven to cricket match.
Still I find you a squib damp dump.
The gray matter remains nimble numb.
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Julia, if I chance to die
Ere I print my poetry,
I most humbly thee desire
To commit it to the fire:
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I’m totally bored by:
poems that sound like other poems
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There's no sound in the house
To stop the paranoia
I listen to music
Then, poetry
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I'm music, I breathe to inspire
I'm all that engrosses the soul,
As water to earth, as wind to fire,
I breathe life into a song.
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‘POET'S – PANGS’
esspeecee *
# Phonic diarrhea
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In Spring They Come Says Sapphic Stanza Poetry
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After disappearing winter appears spring
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and of course it was wrong
to label him as that – in just that tone of voice;
a touch of envy there, no doubt
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We have passed a long poetic test, test, test,
Moving in time we say Poem Hunter is the best.
Rest is understood, guest has visited mount top,
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My library door’s still open
with its invitations and its promises
and empty shelves waiting to be filled
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The world needs more poetry
Before everybody is blown away
Forever
The world needs more poetry
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The love of a poet always bursting forth
frosting the earth for all it's worth
A poet full of hate,
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Poetry wrote me
Some were...drug addicts
High on...illusion
Of...fame and fortune
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poetry enriches
takes us to riches
of the highest wisdom
that will be never boredom
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Pride of my country
love for Poetry
thanks to all writers
and of course to readers too
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Poetry suppressed anger
And made me a peaceful man
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I placed my ears to the earth
I heard the weeping of mothers,
Who were preceded in death by their children
Those who died from the cruel hands of their abusers
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When I was very young,
Poetry
was written by
AA Milne.
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Poetry wrote me
They fought many battles...and won
War for peace...elusive...lifelong
Finally...freedom...at a price
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What is poetry?
Poetry is many things
But there are far more things that poetry is not
Poetry is not a style of writing
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Poetry is magical and mysterious,
And beyond our imagination to define,
Poetry is a free bird she flies
From ground to trillions of galaxies,
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Poetry wrote me
They bravely journeyed
Adventures unknown
And found their way home
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Poems about poems about poems-
More poems and more poems and more poems-
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A Way Of Living
l'art pour l'art
yes, art for art
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Reading and writing we need to do
We need to publish and promote,
Poetry comes from invisible thought,
In written form this is visible to all,
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poetry
the ever-living agent of godly sense
the metaphysical souls of wisely conscience
and I live there as every inch of love
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transparent daydreams,
creating magical worlds,
under cloudy sky,
a story plot, poetry?
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Ruin is what we need -
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
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Although I've studied poetry for thirty years
I try to keep my mouth shut and avoid reputation.
Now who is this nosy gentleman talking about my poetry
Like Yang Ching-chih
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Another blessed year
Sunday,17th May 2020
I enter 74th step of beautiful journey
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You are beautiful
Your love shines right through me
Every time I hear your name
It makes my cheeks red with shame
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Poetry is beauty
Beloved's luscious lips recite this
Poetry is beauty
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poetry to poets
is part soul whispers
poets haunted word images
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The book half written
You left for heavenly abode
'Poetry and Friendship ' awaits release
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Poetry wrote me
Claustrophobia
Had imprisoned them
I showed them freedom
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Yes, we get blasé and dismissive on this site –
reading in the reams of Poemhunter posts
‘yet another poem of teenage angst’,
we say, scanning the raw wounds
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On the dew drops~
my poems hang silently,
Quietly awaits the readers.
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Poetry
(Song of Being)
Poetry is munching and chewing
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It's the same old tale of love and hate,
Energy is the common writer of stories,
Matter is a slave of its probable fate,
One narrates one's efforts for the glories,
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How many sticky buds, candle ends
sprout from the branches! Steaming
April. Puberty sweats from the park,
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