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its awesome dear…who said we will laugh..It was a pleasure to read it…:k:
keep writing and sharing.
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BTW we have a separate section for poets of GS…they share their own work there…
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all of you have shared prissy pieces of poetry…I just loved your sharing.
and I hope to see you all here again and again…as it will let us have such beautiful reads 
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Really liked this when i read it back some years ago. Thanks for sharing inspi :k:
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If you laugh at my corny, but 100% authenic, written on-demand, in the last 2 minutes while staring at the screen, poem. I'll never post here again...(ok that's a jokee...i'll still post because good things take time to process. I'll continue to display my talent...so you may realize what great talent really is.)
Here goes nothing...
Why
Why should you do what you want to do when you have no clue It's a hot mess by the time you're through Huffing and puffing Strolling and bluffing you act without proof you're the one elders warned about you're like an incomplete assignment due you're a one stop shopper you're a daisy cutter dropper you'll leave by the night we'll be sorting out the mess we'll be dealing with the fuss we'll be hoping for the best we'll be home to the worst we'll be target of the rest you'll be home safe and cozy we'll always be neighbors to the nosey always on the look out always on the nightwatch waiting for when the curfew is due please leave us be be all you can be go home and sleep no more madness and chaos no more do more, cursing and whining no more bleep, no more squeak we want out, we know how to shout we knew you were trouble the day your flag flew so hustlers, homies, and players industrialists, journos, and khakis think of what we need to do!
hello vigoratus. Your poem was new and nice!! Do share more of your poems :)
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**Choosing Shoes
By: Frida Wolfe
**
New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they’d let us buy?
Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let’s have some to try.
Bright shoes, white shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.
BUT
Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That’s the sort they’ll buy.
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choosing shoes is always a problem…specially for someone like who has tiny tiny feet:p
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*Where the Sidewalk Ends *
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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A Crazed Girl
By: William Butler Yeats
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'
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**SEARCH
show me your face
i crave
flowers and gardens
open your lips
i crave
the taste of honey
come out from
behind the clouds
i desire a sunny face
your voice echoed
saying "leave me alone"
i wish to hear your voice
again saying "leave me alone"
i swear this city without you
is a prison
i am dying to get out
to roam in deserts and mountains
i am tired of
flimsy friends and
submissive companions
i die to walk with the brave
am blue hearing
nagging voices and meek cries
i desire loud music
drunken parties and
wild dance
one hand holding
a cup of wine
one hand caressing your hair
then dancing in orbital circle
that is what i yearn for
i can sing better than any nightingale
but because of
this city's freaks
i seal my lips
while my heart weeps
yesterday the wisest man
holding a lit lantern
in daylight
was searching around town saying
i am tired of
all these beasts and brutes
i seek
a true human
we have all looked
for one but
no one could be found
they said
yes he replied
but my search is
for the one**
who cannot be found
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***YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND
**
Often people say to me "You just won't understand."
"You're way too old." or "Way too young." or "YOU are NOT a man."
**
I don't know why some people feel they suffer unique pain.
As if they are the only ones who've lost or ceased to gain.
I don't know why they hide their pain and clutch it ever tighter.
It seems to me that all should know - a burden shared gets lighter.
**
*Why some folks even deign to think the pain that's in their heart,
Is all their own, to keep and hoard, they set themselves apart.
They keep their eyes from meeting mine - lest I should see their hurt.
And even if we stop and speak their words are often curt.
*
*The Bible says: 'Two' can withstand what overcomes just 'one'.
And also that - a 'Cord of Three' can scarcely be undone.
*
*Besides, I know the ways of hurt - My heart's been crushed before.
Friends have betrayed - I've lost at love -
Despair's knocked at my door.
And I Remember - Thoughts gone wild - And crying late at night.
Not having strength to care at all - Much less the strength to fight.
But, someone special came to me - And when my trials were told.
I realized that with their tears - They'd eased my heavy load.
*
*And so, I learned - that Pain - like Love - Is bearable if shared.
I don't know what I would have done without that friend who cared.
*
*My trials did not vanish fast - In fact the time was long.
But sharing gave me breathing space until I could grow strong.
Enough to laugh again and even start to smile -
And though it seemed it could not help - It eased my pain awhile.
*
**So, if you think that you can't share cause I won't understand.
At least just give me half a chance to lend a helping hand.
For I know that you're hurting and I know a place to start.
Perhaps if you could realize - Your pain burns in my heart.
**
I know I cannot make your trials and troubles go away.
But maybe I can help a bit to get you through today.
And maybe by tomorrow you wont need help anymore.
But if you should - Don't be ashamed -
For that's what friends are for.
**
*And after all is said and done - The trials ceased - You're whole.
Perhaps you'll know just what to do to help another soul -
Who's being crushed by hurt and pain - be it woman or a man.
And you won't have to hear them say "You just won't understand."
*
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*Night Dragons
By: Linda Ori
*
They creep into your consciousness
And rearrange your dreams,
They banish your self confidence
And blight your thoughts, it seems;
Give birth to insecurities,
They undermine your goals,
They show up in the dead of night
Intent to steal your soul;
These fiends are non selective,
Their targets all fair game -
It doesn't matter who you are
They'll find you just the same;
There is no self protection,
Nowhere to run and hide,
They burrow deep within your mind -
Disintegrate your pride;
These masters of disaster,
We all know who they are -
They live inside the looking glass
And stare back from afar;
Stand strong in your convictions,
Speak out for what is right -
Prepare to slay the dragons
That stalk you in the night.
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It was the falling asunder of halves,
Never a part of each other,
That left me a lifeless soul.
Layton
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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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beautiful 
you guys have wonderful taste :k:
keep posting friends 
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Ars Poetica
by Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
*
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
*
A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
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Daffodils by Wiilam Woodsworth
*I wandered lonely as a cloud
*
**That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.**
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I think i have read it in my school course too. Don’t remember which grade. 
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beautiful and deep one :k:
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yeah…maiN ne bhii grade TEN meN paRhii thii aur exam men bhii yehii poem aayii thii…i scored 78/100 jab k 60 First Division kahlaatii thii [grade “A” ke baraabar]…teacher ne farmaayaa thaa k achchhaa raTTaa lagaayaa thaa 
