by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, beauty, inspirational, philosophy, sad,
The Park Bench
I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die
When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears
I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended
When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene
The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway
Drawing love on paper in may
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, heart, lost love, love, muse, philosophy
All lovely words
when understood
All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions
Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy
Love, we crave at Kings expense
at times
Sacrificing those whom love us true
spilling blood at humanities alter
Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies
Beware the soft spoken
cringe when you hear words only a token
Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........
Breathe actions, not poetic verse
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
philosophy,
This life we're living
Is so unforgiving
Reminding us every day
Of games that we played
Choices we made
Dreams that faded away
Paths that were crossed
Loved ones we've lost
Still promising a brighter tomorrow
When that promise is broken
Our wounds rip back open
Leaving hope to drown in deep sorrow
From our very first breath
We're stalked by death
We live our lives in fear
Knowing well it won't last
So we live loose and fast
Look up and the days have become years
We add peace, subtract strife
Find the sum of a life
Discover we've love left for giving
Love that goes wasted
On the bitterness tasted
In a life so unforgiving
by Daniel Turner
by Sandip Goswami |
Categories:
life, love, philosophy,
I asked to my father
Baba, What is life?
He politely said to me, "Life is Duty ."
I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life?
She said to me with smile, "Life is Responsibility ."
I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life?
He said to me with love, "Life is Education ."
I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life?
He said to me with confidence, "Life is Devotion ."
Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life?
I have said to him, "Dear, You are my life ."
(Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language. Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society)
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
beauty, heart, introspection, passion, philosophy, wine
Loves promenades towards emptiness
longing is a void
darkness of a million universes
where mythical black holes
chant of timeless desires
Yearning for carnal eternity
where candles never die
Two of us
never met
oceans apart
gasping for affections
in different times
winds may have swept
this way or that
never seen
Wind and candle lie in death
so lost
in emptiness
by Silent One |
Categories:
analogy, perspective, philosophy,
At first
love floats like a snowflake,
until it melts in your hand.
Then it falls,
like an Autumn leaf,
eventually swept away in the breeze.
Sometimes love offers mercy,
like April showers to rose petals,
but no rain can save from decay.
Love wants to be free like a kite,
flying colourfully in bright blue skies,
but grey clouds ruin its flight.
One day love will descend like sunset.
Maybe we are born to fall -
but love will always ascend again like sunrise.
by Raven Drake |
Categories:
parody, philosophy, symbolism,
Farcical, extravagant
My birthmark is a scar
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox
An icon from afar
I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird
Setting fire to the air
As dauntless as a hellhag
Unmoved by love or care
I can hold up in a cyclone
Feasting on your fear
I'm your last hope
As a laughingstock
I'm your courage in a dare
As audacious as a terrorist
With death-defying hair
When it's time to play the tragic fool
I'm as flagrant as a glare
Seething with a vengeance
In a tantrum of despair
Written by © Raven Drake
by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories:
love, peace, philosophy
O travel bound
Tread gently
A million hearts in ground
Winner of No. 1 place in Haiku 101 Contest of Charles Henderson. Judged on 11/23/2012
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, culture, history, poetry, sorrow, symbolism
No words
Where there are tears
There are no words
Where there is music
There are no words
Where there is painting
There are no words
Where there is love
There are no words
Where there is passion
Words run and hide
Where there is sadness
There are no words
Where there is poetry
The poet attempts justice to the word
Where there are tears
The poet mystically appears
Where there is death
There are words
Proclaiming dominance to all before
Music art and philosophy
For not all are artists and musicians
All we have left are words and sorrows
How so very sad
And so very absurd
by Jeffrey Lee |
Categories:
inspirational, philosophy, social, visionary, planet,
If there was no crime
No hurry for time
No genocide
No homicide
If there was no mothers burying their sons
If mankind didn't invent guns
If schools still had prayer
If everybody recognize Jesus Christ as our savior
If there was love and respect
No hate between white and black
No homeless
No loneliness
No wars
No rich or poor
No accidents or disasters
If man only served one master (God)
Imagining is good for all it's worth
Heaven is definitely not planet earth
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
introspection, philosophy, poetry, sad,
My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love
My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances
My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored
My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang
The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards
Musical journeys
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps
by Ravi Sathasivam |
Categories:
philosophy,
My own proverb.....
Dream with your words, make love with your pen
And create an art of poetry with your soul.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam
by Michael Wise |
Categories:
allusion, birth, cheer up, peace, philosophy,
The gift of a new day
holds the promise of a new way
A new way of seeing
A renewed way of being
The shedding of old skin
A fresh place to begin
Resurrected once more
for the treasures in store
A farewell to the old
A chance for the gold
The sunshine above
Another day to love
With strength in your flesh
and a mind that is fresh
New ideas to conceive
with more grace to receive
To dance in the dawn
and forget what is gone
To sing like a bird
and speak a new word
To celebrate when
you are born once again
by John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo |
Categories:
angst, introspection, lost love, love, philosophy, sadtime
Every time we fall we lose a bit of are selfs.
Untill hollow becomes the heart.
bare as a vacant stores shelves.
The dreamer finds solice in every new face.
That new love's illusion.
Cold is the afterglow when we reflect apon that
once passionet embrace.
Can the bitter heart find a reason to try?
Skipping stones alone across dark water.
We keep setting are selves up without
a single question as to why.
A room smoke filled yet every thing shows
clear.
Sometimes we play the cards.
And hold the best one aside in fear.
As vast as the ocean from its shores
the the innocent crawl.
Trying to capture only a glimmer of that true passion.
Every time we fall.
by Michael Mcorus |
Categories:
introspection, people, philosophy, social, lost, lost
Who is more righteous,
The pious man who watches in awe,
Or the faithless man saving those in the blaze?
Who is stronger,
The man who lifts a ton with one arm,
Or the mother of four on her own?
Who has lost more,
The man who has lost his money,
Or the man who has lost his love?
Who is weaker,
The man who can't fight back,
Or the man who won't fight for him?
Who Is more savage,
The man who doesn't know right from wrong,
Or the man who doesn't care?
Who is wiser,
The man who has the answers,
Or the man who asks the questions?
by Sandip Goswami |
Categories:
feelings, love, pain, philosophy, symbolism, tribute
Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.
Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.
Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.
Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.
Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
art, love, miracle,
Metaphysical
love is inexhaustible
Always miracles
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* Metaphysics is the branch of philosophy that makes the most basic questions
It can be defined as the doctrine of the existence of reasons and principles
by Robin L. Gass |
Categories:
people, philosophy
The things
we do come back
in three fold I am told
Hold this knowledge close to your heart
so what you choose to do unto others
is done with kindness, care and love
and in the end good will
come back to you
times three.
by Deepanshi Chaudhry |
Categories:
love, nature, philosophy
Through a fluttering veil of luscious hues,
Fair Lady coquets with the majestic Sun,
As the wicked Wind caresses her tender cheek,
The harshness of Winter all undone.
Sparrows perched upon the towering trees,
Whistle sweetly at the colorful array.
Fair Lady hums and sways in warm ecstasy,
As the wicked Wind drifts away.
The sinful Sun glows after a wearying day,
And spans its gaze upon the fields of fruit.
Fair Lady drowsy, lies upon the prickly grass;
The darkness envelops as all goes mute.
by Sasha Edl |
Categories:
love, nature, passion, philosophy, universe,
Sanguine blush, outreaching its origin,
Roses bloom across the painting.
The sky extends its insubstantial limb,
Spreading its fingers- in gesture towards you.
A great fan, coral but crimson,
Shifting, yet still- tumbling across eternity.
The horizon appears, in a flash of pink rainbow,
Love, of the universe, of humanity,
Of life, appears… and evaporates; a gradual decline,
of colour; but so sudden too,
And we are left once more,
In solitude.
by Sandip Goswami |
Categories:
confusion, deep, humanity, inspirational, philosophy, psychological
We are learning lessons.
But why?
We don't know!
We are visiting holy places.
But why?
We don't know!
We are reading holybooks.
But why?
We don't know!
We are writing poetry.
But why?
We don't know!
We are making atomic weapons.
But why?
We don't know!
We are falling in love.
But why?
We don't know!
We are living in the world.
But why?
We don't know!
We are thinking thoughts.
But why?
We don't know!
We are human beings.
But why?
We don't know!
We know nothing about life,
Although we are conscious people.
'Why' is an unanswered adverb in our life..
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
love, philosophy,
Love is the question philosophers ponder
And a priceless fortune which humans squander
It is selfless and selfish, caring and sharing
Shy and reserved, bold and daring
It's the tears of happiness and the heartache of sorrow
Yesterday's dreams and the hope for tomorrow
It's the quickening pulse at the mere thought of another
The compassion one feels for the pain of a brother
by Daniel Turner
October 9 2016
by Gary Bateman |
Categories:
allegory, assonance, emotions, feelings, introspection, philosophy
I look at the sky
from my window;
I observe people
from my window;
I feel raindrops
from my window;
I sense loneliness
from my window;
I think deeply gazing
from my window;
I cherish love
from my window;
I ponder eternity
from my window;
I sense the struggle of God and Lucifer
from my window;
I cry
from my window;
I yell
from my window;
I evoke emotion and rage
from my window;
I am joyful and sad
from my window;
And — I see my soul
from my window.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 26, 2014
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
inspirational, love, peace, philosophy, uplifting,
love fest
welcome here
our community
open hearts and open palms
expressing and receiving other’s feelings
Universality will be possible only when we focus
on human qualities that unite us. Respect, politeness,
cooperation, friendship, inclusion, teamwork. This stems
from the ability to listen to, and most importantly hear
other’s ideas, that are not necessarily our own, and allow
them to flourish also.
by Karen Dominick |
Categories:
philosophy
What is the meaning of life and death?
Why do some grow old & babies die before their first breath?
Where is God and why have faith?
When will there be justice and why speak the truth?
What is war about and why do men hate?
Why do some feel true love and others receive nothing but heartache?
When we die, do we finally know the answers?
or do we simply cease asking?