my poems
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Time, is it an infinity?
Death, is that e end of life?
Sadness, will it always be there?
Or joy that I'll choose to be with me? -
Why?
Why is there pain?
Isn't joy a better place?
Why is there tears?
When love can heal?
Why is there a tingle in my heart?
When u're not around?
Why do I miss you
Even when you're so near?
Why I made this choice?
When I know I'll be heartbroken?
Why is fate playing with us?
If only we can be together? -
this was written when I helped to paint a house for an Indian family 3-4 yrs back
The dilapidated house
Lives a family of six
An ex-convict father
Their childhood seemed like a loner's road
An afternoon passed by
I helped work on the torn ceiling
The dust and cobwebs
A century's worth of untold tales
I saw the laughter through the tears
The pain behind those sunken eyes
Smiles revealed on their faces
Heart's in agony, so real...
My heart aches for them
For a father whose love was never there
Struggles they faced
I prayed it'll make them stronger each day
My duty was done
A makeover of the house
One last glance,
I walked away, heavy hearted..
Pondering where their future lies.. -
Something different from you.Originally posted by oceanic:this was written when I helped to paint a house for an Indian family 3-4 yrs back
The dilapidated house
Lives a family of six
An ex-convict father
Their childhood seemed like a loner's road
An afternoon passed by
I helped work on the torn ceiling
The dust and cobwebs
A century's worth of untold tales
I saw the laughter through the tears
The pain behind those sunken eyes
Smiles revealed on their faces
Heart's in agony, so real...
My heart aches for them
For a father whose love was never there
Struggles they faced
I prayed it'll make them stronger each day
My duty was done
A makeover of the house
One last glance,
I walked away, heavy hearted..
Pondering where their future lies..
So did you still keep in contact with them? -
used to.. but when i called e last time.. their number had changed and they had moved out.. :sOriginally posted by DeadPoet:Something different from you.
So did you still keep in contact with them?
missed the kids
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One last kiss
One last cry
One more chance
Will there ever be one
One last glance
One last moment shared
One more choice to make
If ever given a chance again -
The first teardrop, went unnoticed
The second teardrop, went unheard
The third teardrop, went unknown
The last teardrop, hidden in the midst of my teary eyes
Heart's heartbroken
Heart's yearning for an end
For an end that perhaps,
Will remain a mystery forever -
Just a kiss?
Or simply lust?
Just a wink?
Or simply flirting?
Just a date
Or an unknown motive?
Just a touch
Or simply a desire? -
Good questions.Originally posted by oceanic:Just a kiss?
Or simply lust?
Just a wink?
Or simply flirting?
Just a date
Or an unknown motive?
Just a touch
Or simply a desire?
Sometimes hard to tell between the two leh.
Just remember to bring your pepper spray with you okay. -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:Good questions.
Sometimes hard to tell between the two leh.
Just remember to bring your pepper spray with you okay. -
I want it never to end
To always be a part of me till everything cease
I want you by my side
Always with me till death arrives
I want the tears to stop flowing
To remind me how close you were once with me
I want you to know this
That I always love you no matter what it is. -
Paul Celan
WIth a Variable Key
WIth a Variable Key
You unlocked the house in which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key you choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear
You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes
What snowball will form around the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you
Found this when I searched for "The Pianist" website.. I think it's a very marvellous piece.. totally fell in love with it. -
Can u please explain to us the meaning of this poem?Originally posted by oceanic:Paul Celan
WIth a Variable Key
WIth a Variable Key
You unlocked the house in which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key you choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear
You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes
What snowball will form around the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you
Found this when I searched for "The Pianist" website.. I think it's a very marvellous piece.. totally fell in love with it. -
sadly i have to admit i dun really understand..Originally posted by DeadPoet:Can u please explain to us the meaning of this poem?
but i love e flow of it.. gives me a very relaxed and excited feeling.. the words..
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oic.Originally posted by oceanic:sadly i have to admit i dun really understand..
but i love e flow of it.. gives me a very relaxed and excited feeling.. the words..
I read a few times, still not sure what he is trying to said.
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but it's a pretty good piece isn't it?Originally posted by DeadPoet:oic.
I read a few times, still not sure what he is trying to said. -
Well the flow is smooth stirring up your imagination as you read it.
But I just canÂ’t seem to direct my feelings towards a focus point.
What is this poem trying to say? What is the meaning behind it?
To me it is important for a poem to bring its messages across to its audience. Maybe I am not up to the standard yet for I am not sure what the poet is trying to express.
It is like a beautifully decorated dish, taste great, but I have no idea what I am eating. -
Hey i agree.. like e way u put it across. I guess I need someone pro to tell me wat it exactly mean as well.Originally posted by DeadPoet:Well the flow is smooth stirring up your imagination as you read it.
But I just canÂ’t seem to direct my feelings towards a focus point.
What is this poem trying to say? What is the meaning behind it?
To me it is important for a poem to bring its messages across to its audience. Maybe I am not up to the standard yet for I am not sure what the poet is trying to express.
It is like a beautifully decorated dish, taste great, but I have no idea what I am eating. -
Desolate
Her life now revolves only in the home
Day after day
Counting till death draws near
Life seemed insipid
Her soul's aching
A gentle touch
Will break her vulnerable heart -
Pretend
I can't pretend
The end is drawing near
I can't hide anymore
The fact
I need to let u go soon
Only you
I had really loved
Only you
Could bring me joy
Understanding the reasons why
I had to leave, silently
Don't let it end
I wish I never have to
My heart's broken in two
Why must I still pretend?
My love is and will always be real and true
I love you
Forever and ever
I always will
This,
I can't pretend -
Originally posted by oceanic:
depends on how u interpret it...
Paul Celan
WIth a Variable Key
WIth a Variable Key
You unlocked the house in which
drifts the snow of that left unspoken.
Always what key you choose
depends on the blood that spurts
from your eye or your mouth or your ear
You vary the key, you vary the word
that is free to drift with the flakes
What snowball will form around the word
depends on the wind that rebuffs you
if you want the logical meaning just read closely...
for the 'between the lines' meaning, i says that whenever you make a decsion, it would depend on your instantaneous mood and feeling. It is this decsion that opens the door to your self. (snow left unspoken). Maybe its trying to say that it is yourself that decides who you want to be or rather who u think you are. And if u dont open the right door (the truth) the effects will just come after you....
at least this is what i think... rather hard to explain.... maybe im wrong... dont count on me...
cheers -
sister oceanic, your poems always so sad one leh.
Do try to cheer up okay.
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Hey wrathz, u have a good point there.Originally posted by wrathz:depends on how u interpret it...
if you want the logical meaning just read closely...
for the 'between the lines' meaning, i says that whenever you make a decsion, it would depend on your instantaneous mood and feeling. It is this decsion that opens the door to your self. (snow left unspoken). Maybe its trying to say that it is yourself that decides who you want to be or rather who u think you are. And if u dont open the right door (the truth) the effects will just come after you....
at least this is what i think... rather hard to explain.... maybe im wrong... dont count on me...
cheers
Maybe it is trying to tell us that you must be responsible for ur own actions, life, etc.
Thanks for sharing ur comments. -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:sister oceanic, your poems always so sad one leh.
Do try to cheer up okay. it's just a poem -
hey.. maybe u're rightOriginally posted by wrathz:depends on how u interpret it...
if you want the logical meaning just read closely...
for the 'between the lines' meaning, i says that whenever you make a decsion, it would depend on your instantaneous mood and feeling. It is this decsion that opens the door to your self. (snow left unspoken). Maybe its trying to say that it is yourself that decides who you want to be or rather who u think you are. And if u dont open the right door (the truth) the effects will just come after you....
at least this is what i think... rather hard to explain.... maybe im wrong... dont count on me...
cheers Do u write poems too?