Wisdom Poems
Ballad of Wasted Years
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
I have sang with Tennessee the song of the south,
I have kissed many tender lips with my crimson
mouth.
I have been with Politicians to the mountain top,
I have crossed without doubt the red gates that writ
in it, "STOP".
I have danced with a cotton dress that danced in
the wind,
And cheated on my wife and told my conscience,
"Never mind".
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Maybe - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
i know that i shall meet my shadow, one day, is our fate.
I know that, someday, the light ends for us and the deadly gravity will absorb us.
But then, without space and time, without life
and death, the infinite pieces will be reunited,
a deeper union through the tranquility of silence will be born.
And again, a magician spark will shine
and a ocean of souls will flood the universe
and will give birth to stars and grief.
And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven, my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated in different forms.
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Address Spoken By Miss Fontenelle
by Robert Burns
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour,
And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever,
A Prologue, Epilogue, or some such matter,
'Twould vamp my bill, said I, if nothing better;
So sought a poet, roosted near the skies,
Told him I came to feast my curious eyes;
Said, nothing like his works was ever printed;
And last, my prologue-business slily hinted.
"Ma'am, let me tell you," quoth my man of rhymes,
"I know your bent—these are no laughing times:
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SuOb (08/03/2019)
by Hendrico Valentijn
When I think, I queue
Feelings are not blinding, but
Tips caress a braille
SONNET XI – The Prayer
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
I've seen losers win the race,
I've seen weak ones keep the pace.
I've seen longer shots from way behind,
I've sought a voluble and a voluble was nowhere found.
I made promises, broke them all.
I made golden towers, and I watched them fall.
I made Caesar mine, I made tons of gold.
I sought my book and found my story was never told.
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Together, alone
by Simon Deeley
No shadows in the field, save these two
We stand together, alone,
Our arms entwined
Our shadows merged around our feet
Casting an unused shelter.
We look to the horizon,
Through hedgerows,
Beyond the church
Its spire hosting a choir of blackbirds
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Aftermath
by Lea Noir
The books say that with the years, there comes knowledge,
somehow I know now less than when I was a child.
I only know that the stars didn’t shine anymore the way they used to.
I know there isn’t only the good, the bad, and the ugly but the in-between.
sail raised
by Liam Doran
Uncertain... I'm aboard the boat... my sail up.
I'm brightened by the fleeting gusts of wind
that leave quicker than they came.
Moving me about a painstakingly uneventful broad circle periodically
nudged by resolute bodies of ice.
Confused. I feel that Tommy understands.
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Me
by Aryan Bhardwaj
Oh! me in those very known situations,
learning to thrive in those known but unknown situations.
what felt before, a piece of cake,
but wasn't one that appears to be.
then all of a sudden rather appears a rationale opportunity,
changed the irrational behavior and turned to be a completely new me.
Maybe - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
i know that i shall meet my shadow, one day, is our fate.
I know that, someday, the light ends for us and the deadly gravity will absorb us.
But then, without space and time, without life
and death, the infinite pieces will be reunited,
a deeper union through the tranquility of silence will be born.
And again, a magician spark will shine
and a ocean of souls will flood the universe
and will give birth to stars and grief.
And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven, my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated in different forms.
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Sri Chinmoy Ghose (1 poems about Wisdom)
27 August 1931 – 11 October 2007 / Shakpura, Chittagong / Bangladesh (British Era)