oh i see ,, because that poet is written by david harris he was very popular with it .. i thought we are suppose to post our OWNpoetry ??
http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/david-harris/just-beyond-the-sunset/
Lmaooo, before u said that i was like daymm he wrote thattt?? loool !
I write good poems but my mom keeps my poems with her so i that i don't show it to people. she feels people are very good at using your work. I'd written a good poem called the 'On the threshhold of an exit' for my last day in school.
what do you mean ?
do u think im posting others poems ?
i dont mind ppl posting others poem but with CREDIT .. and i do make my own poems i;ve almost filled notebooks . you can check my poems here http://www.flickr.com/photos/devouring/ below each picture .. and its all made by me .
i deleted the post i made here because its original work and as u said post OTHERS poems here so i said i shall remove mine ..
i dont mean harm but im very strict when it comes to crediting ;)
anyways im glad we share the same interest of poem liking
Sanity_master i liked ur poems!!
I wrote poems myself so thought of sharing it with u guys
Path of struggle,
Some people struggle to survive,
Others prefer to die,
I chose to be on either sides,
Not dead but considered alive,
Making decisions were always hard,
Society supported no one's part,
Luck stood against me,never showed it's card
This came from a deep feeling found inside my heart,
My poems retell my reality and this is my art,
Group of well organized phrases and words,
sentences build up my entire world
So how effective words can be???
I can descibe it as honey being reached by a bee,
Or a bird flying over an unreachable sea,
Or a humanbeing eating from an irresistable tree
So why can't people see what i see??
Hope u liked it ;D
Sanity_master i liked ur poems!!
I wrote poems myself so thought of sharing it with u guys
Path of struggle,
Some people struggle to survive,
Others prefer to die,
I chose to be on either sides,
Not dead but considered alive,
Making decisions were always hard,
Society supported no one's part,
Luck stood against me,never showed it's card
This came from a deep feeling found inside my heart,
My poems retell my reality and this is my art,
Group of well organized phrases and words,
sentences build up my entire world
So how effective words can be???
I can descibe it as honey being reached by a bee,
Or a bird flying over an unreachable sea,
Or a humanbeing eating from an irresistable tree
So why can't people see what i see??
Hope u liked it ;D
AWWWW!! IG girl this is really nice!! Keep it up, u r really great!!
I've written so much-but as usual - afraid to post it, for fear it will be passed on by others :S
Ang yeah IG girl, great poem! :)
I do postery with effect
I sent a girl 3 texts one after the other while i was out sailing once.
I am sailing
I am sinking
I am swimming
To be near you
To be free
What about this chat up line for dogs
I hate dogs.
I 'ATE 'EM
I like 'em really
It does work on dogs. Not on cats though
Everyone has a specific destination
It comes from ambitions and a touch of determination
This poem might influence some or even improve a whole nation
Prospective changes,goes through a whole different station
It only requires some cleverness and loads of patiences
We possess enough confident, We're not medical patients
Our world needs us and this is why im anxious
We need to step up and determine some certain cases
Spread peace all around...decrease evil's traces
We need to step up..it's our turn to reveal our real faces
It's time to improve our knowledge of basics!!
astar says he can't understand any of my poetry :S :( lol
To all who dont know dagreengiant is a personal friend of robbie williams world famous pop star
its titled How can I believe(purely mine By the way)good work Chaos!!!
Everyday we get closer
I dont want the day to come
Its so hard to believe
You've been my best friend
For so long
Now the tears are falling
While I'm writing this song
I will never forget you
Even if we're apart
No matter what happens
You'll always have a place in my heart
Even if I fade away from your life
You'll always be in mine
How can I believe
That it's gonna be fine?
This is what I think about
When I'm up all night
How can I believe?
That its gonna be allright.
So wat do u think guys, how is it, this is the first time i've told anyone I write so there........
yup i did .. ( i hope!! )
Hello everyone, I'm new here!
The poetry here is so good! :o ;D
*applauds everyone*
I feel so inspired by all the great work here.. ;) ;)
I love writing, though with AS levels, I barely get the time to brush my teeth now, let alone write ::)...
But here's one I wrote a couple of months ago...it's about war :P.
Please tell me what you all think!
*waits in nervous anticipation :P*
A Single Red Poppy
“Hold on,” she says, grasping my hand,
The sound of gunfire—noticeably gone.
“Stay with us, be strong,” she pleads,
“It’s over, the war is won.”
“No more fighting, no more hurt, no more death.
No more facing enemies unknown.
Don’t leave me, Father and Brother are no more-
I cannot face this world alone.”
A single tear drips down her face
And lands on my cheek, dotted with mud.
I cough weakly and once again her hand comes down
To wipe away the bubbling blood.
With shaky fingers, I lift my hand to her face
And run it over the features I have long yearned to see.
It is too bad we will not be together much longer,
Too bad she must live on without me.
I tremble, knowing I’m running out of strength.
And bring my fingers to the pocket on my chest
And pull out a starkly vibrant red flower,
Slightly wrinkled, but still fresh.
“Remember me,” I whisper,
My voice quiet, clear and calm.
“Remember me,” I whisper,
And I place the poppy in her palm.
“Keep this always – as a token of my love.
Keep it, and keep me forever in your heart.
Don’t fear death, my love, it is but a word,
Nothing will do us apart.
I will wait for you in the heavens,
I will watch you always from above,
And one day we shall be reunited again…
And that one day I await, my love.”
I lie still, my life spirit draining away
Onto my uniform; now a blatant, sticky red.
Her hand is clasping mine and between us the poppy,
Barely visible against the soiled scarlet bed.
My fingers grow slack and my vision fades-
I pull in a final shuddering breath.
And all the time my eyes are trained on the single red poppy,
It’s poignancy and color haunting me, even in death.
GR8!!! how all of u write such poetry, i cant imagine..... i cant even think of how to write poetry.... im into stories....
Hello everyone, I'm new here!
The poetry here is so good! :o ;D
*applauds everyone*
I feel so inspired by all the great work here.. ;) ;)
I love writing, though with AS levels, I barely get the time to brush my teeth now, let alone write ::)...
But here's one I wrote a couple of months ago...it's about war :P.
Please tell me what you all think!
*waits in nervous anticipation :P*
A Single Red Poppy
“Hold on,” she says, grasping my hand,
The sound of gunfire—noticeably gone.
“Stay with us, be strong,” she pleads,
“It’s over, the war is won.”
“No more fighting, no more hurt, no more death.
No more facing enemies unknown.
Don’t leave me, Father and Brother are no more-
I cannot face this world alone.”
A single tear drips down her face
And lands on my cheek, dotted with mud.
I cough weakly and once again her hand comes down
To wipe away the bubbling blood.
With shaky fingers, I lift my hand to her face
And run it over the features I have long yearned to see.
It is too bad we will not be together much longer,
Too bad she must live on without me.
I tremble, knowing I’m running out of strength.
And bring my fingers to the pocket on my chest
And pull out a starkly vibrant red flower,
Slightly wrinkled, but still fresh.
“Remember me,” I whisper,
My voice quiet, clear and calm.
“Remember me,” I whisper,
And I place the poppy in her palm.
“Keep this always – as a token of my love.
Keep it, and keep me forever in your heart.
Don’t fear death, my love, it is but a word,
Nothing will do us apart.
I will wait for you in the heavens,
I will watch you always from above,
And one day we shall be reunited again…
And that one day I await, my love.”
I lie still, my life spirit draining away
Onto my uniform; now a blatant, sticky red.
Her hand is clasping mine and between us the poppy,
Barely visible against the soiled scarlet bed.
My fingers grow slack and my vision fades-
I pull in a final shuddering breath.
And all the time my eyes are trained on the single red poppy,
It’s poignancy and color haunting me, even in death.
enta keda ka2nak ur telling us i have a great poem but wont share it with u... lama enta mosh hat2der ta show it betkhalina curious leh??!! >:(
haha!! :)
enta keda ka2nak ur telling us i have a great poem but wont share it with u... lama enta mosh hat2der ta show it betkhalina curious leh??!! >:(
haha!! :)
@IGgirl: i was joking haha!!
@Sanity: HADRABEK!! >:(
@IGgirl: i was joking haha!!
@Sanity: HADRABEK!! >:(
Monica i know!! I was kidding 2 ;) Did u read my poetry?it's iin the first pages
Would like to know ur opinion ;D ppl
@IGgirl: i was joking haha!!
@Sanity: HADRABEK!! >:(
Monica i know!! I was kidding 2 ;) Did u read my poetry?it's iin the first pages
Would like to know ur opinion ;D ppl
IGgirl!! I ALREADY READ THEM AND ALSO COMMENTED!! ana delw2ti Hadrabek enti... I AM INVISIBLE!! :'( :'(
HAHA!! OK GROUP HUG??!! :-* :-* :-*
and ya where r u from??
ok, i am from Egypt but live in KSA!!
and CONGRATS!!!
someone keeps on -Rep me... :'(
ok here I gave u +REP...and will u after 2 hours inshallah :)
ok, looook at this one it is awesome!! i didnt write it lol!! just got it from the internet....this poem reminds me of the poem 10things i hate about you<3
Pure...... L.U.S.T
I hate how I feel, I hate how I act
I hate how I felt when I saw you
I hate how I acted when I heard there's a chance that I might be seeing you
I hate how it shows, I hate how my heart beats so fast whenever I actually see you, I hate the way I look at you, the way I talk about you.. the way I feel when you touch me or even look at me…
I hate that I feel jealous from others when I know I shouldn’t… its that painful jealousy and pain inside like I wanna scratch my skin open
I hate that I don't talk to you as much as I want and in the way I want eventhough I know how deadly closeness will be...
I hate that its impossible to be with you even in a million years..
Why does this all happen? Why do I stay away for days thinking about nothing but you? Why am I in this state now? Don’t even wanna wake up, wishing that I can see you again.. I know I will and I know it will cause me more pain
I know all this will go away in a couple of days… as it usually does
I know its not love, I know its some shades of lust…
I hate that I see you, and I hate that I don’t see you more often
I hate everything… mostly.. I hate the fact that I want you.
SOOO COOL AND ROMANTIC!! :P :P
ok, i am from Egypt but live in KSA!!
and CONGRATS!!!
someone keeps on -Rep me... :'(
ok, i am from Egypt but live in KSA!!
and CONGRATS!!!
someone keeps on -Rep me... :'(
+ rep for u ;)
3ashan el 7aga ely kanet mn ZAMAN :P ;) (lama kona 3yal) :D
ok, i am from Egypt but live in KSA!!
and CONGRATS!!!
someone keeps on -Rep me... :'(
+ rep for u ;)
3ashan el 7aga ely kanet mn ZAMAN :P ;) (lama kona 3yal) :D
haha esh saweto ? :P
ok, i am from Egypt but live in KSA!!
and CONGRATS!!!
someone keeps on -Rep me... :'(
+ rep for u ;)
3ashan el 7aga ely kanet mn ZAMAN :P ;) (lama kona 3yal) :D
haha esh saweto ? :P
le3ebna kora.......:P
msh ba7eb el tafkeer ely beyteer be3eed.....
ok, i am from Egypt but live in KSA!!
and CONGRATS!!!
someone keeps on -Rep me... :'(
+ rep for u ;)
3ashan el 7aga ely kanet mn ZAMAN :P ;) (lama kona 3yal) :D
ok, i am from Egypt but live in KSA!!
and CONGRATS!!!
someone keeps on -Rep me... :'(
+ rep for u ;)
3ashan el 7aga ely kanet mn ZAMAN :P ;) (lama kona 3yal) :D
haha, oh my god!! haha!! thx!! bas ana hadrabek bardoo!! da kan zaman!! ;)
ABDO!! dont get anything wrong!! when we were young we used to play FOOTBALL!! :P :P
anyways i gtg cya later peeps, Take care
anyways i gtg cya later peeps, Take care
GR8!!! how all of u write such poetry, i cant imagine..... i cant even think of how to write poetry.... im into stories....
it needs inspiration...sometimes, i get out a paper and write a poem, or draw cool stuff (not tryin to be cocky)...the fun part is that i dont feel myself when doing so....i get surprised with wt i do with out concentrating....its like daydreaming....just happens :D lol
luck, hardwork, mix 'em together, make a soupy broth!hmmm....instead of a pinch "bunch" wud b mor appropriate....
then add a pinch of prayers,stir until they froth!
pour in some concrete syllabus, study-the-right-material;
mix and mix until it does-not-look-like-cereal!
now drop in some grey gloopy cells,
be careful that you stay-afar;
watch it burst and bubble and boil,
and there's your recipe for an astar!!
-myself
i wrote this song/poem ....abt the prophet Mohammed (PBUH)
when i look at the sky every night
i remember how much u cried day and night
you sacrificed your life just for us
you sacrificed everything you have just for us
you spread out islam throughout the world
that's how peace and love was spread throughout the world
everyone followed the leader in you
and everyone loves you for who you are
you've got haters out there
because your the BEST out there
when u went to taif , you were so hurt
but u still had strong faith in Allah
when you were on your bed ,dying
your words were directed to your Ummah ONLY
i still can't believe that you were worried about us
though you didn't even know who we are
that's the thing i love the most about YOU
and that's why i can't wait to MEET you
i thank you for being the leader we need
and i thank you for all u did !
Peace Be Upon You !
what do u think of it guys?
this one is great. MashALLAH!!
GOOD WORK!
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
By Maya Angelou.
It's deep.
Good, you wrote that GG ? 8)
Soldiers on the battlefield feel the end is near,
Openly they welcome it to show they have no fear,
Workers in a mining town know the risk is high,
Still they go back to their work without a tear to cry,
Homeless on the streets at night have little left to toast,
Yet each would say that luck and life are what they value most.
People running to and fro living out each day,
Very few know what they have until it goes away.
Good, you wrote that GG ? 8)
Soldiers on the battlefield feel the end is near,
Openly they welcome it to show they have no fear,
Workers in a mining town know the risk is high,
Still they go back to their work without a tear to cry,
Homeless on the streets at night have little left to toast,
Yet each would say that luck and life are what they value most.
People running to and fro living out each day,
Very few know what they have until it goes away.
By the way, GG, yours is good too. I'm just tired of repeating it. ;D ;)
Thanks ,it's Okay :)
To the biggest rock she ran
Bare, her tiny feet
Tears in dry season
God, she wants to meet
She stretches our her face
To show pain and dismay
Waiting, she stays in place
As if the wind could take it all away
Her voice is cracked
She pleads still
High and loud
With strong will
God, Oh God!
Of all choices,
Did you leave me any?
Then why this misery?
God, hear me!
Oh hear me please!
Of all the crimes,
Which one was mine?
I suffer, and then I cry
I teeter, oh tell me why!
Your criminal is twice better
He pays his yesterday, and I, my future
I heard people say
- Do good and good you will be
- Do bad and it will haunt thee
But to those who can neither, nay?
You said you planted in a garden
Of beauty as a glimpse of Heaven
Tell me, you went back on your word?
How came your roses in the desert?
I'm ill... I'm weak
God, why don't you speak?
What did I do,
That you made peace woe?
...
No fair angel, no white wing,
No stroke of light hit
Finally, God said "You did nothing
- I did it."
~~~||~~~
Extract of what I had written for an article on the Human Opportunity Index, which I did not get time to complete.
Some people have bad 'luck' following them-- if humans choose to call it so for their own reference-- for no fault of their own. The HOI explains that where you are born can sometimes be a big hindrance to your future development. They should not be looked down upon. Your definition of justice should not necessarily meet that of God.
Next time you see someone struggling to survive, even if it be in the wrong way, don't rush to judge. Instead, remember, it could have been you there.
Deep. Beautiful.