Words Poems
The Corridor of Truth (A Sonnet)
by Ayatullah Nurjati
A poet does not chase the fleeting fame,
For life is more than just persisting breath;
Mere words without true ground are weak and lame,
But truth revealed outlives the grasp of death.
Though oft condemned, he walks with honesty,
His ego’s shadow rests but fades away;
Each line a prayer shaped through constancy,
Rewarded by God’s grace at close of day.
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What is poetry
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Poetry is a verbal engagement, that tells a story in a rhythmic arrangement
Poetry is a form of linguistical art, that evokes your sentiments right from the start
The beauty of a poem lies in its meanings and the true emotions that the poet is feeling
Some poems when read may sound to you dull, but to many others they do ring a bell
Our tastes may differ from one to another, but a good solid poem can bring us together
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A Prodigal Soldier of Words
by Hébert Logerie
I am a prodigal son of a gun
Who fears nothing under the sun
I am a brave and defiant soldier
I am a peaceful gladiator
My pencil is my sword
My pen is my deadly weapon
I write one word at a time, one word
Which can destroy their plan
My pen is like a machine gun
An M16, which spits with a lot of fun
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Sticks and Stones
by Richard Randolph
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones can break our bones,
but it’s words that really hurt us.
Language that systematically undermines
one’s culture, race, religion, or sexual orientation
slowly dehumanizes and degrades
until hate and violence become acceptable,
normalized, even inevitable.
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Only Word's
by Otteri Selvakumar
You love
Only your word's
I love only
My word's
Love is nag out
Only for words
And word's
Only you
And me
He is What He is
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The words the poet speaks need no acclaim,
They spread like tumors deep within the frame—
Unseen at first, yet growing all the same,
A truth that feeds where lies have staked their claim.
No grace in form, no mask to hide the scar,
No soothing tone to calm the public ear;
But when he speaks, the numb soul feels its barb, and conscience wakes to what it long held dear.
His name the fact, though lovers turn away,
Though bonds decay like cells the body kills.
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Whispering Ashes
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The wind no longer carries hope—only ash,
Each gust a memory of forests that once prayed.
The soil cracks not from drought but sorrow,
Bleeding silently beneath forgotten shade.
The sun watches through a veil of haze,
Ashamed of the light it casts on ruin.
Mountains weep in eroded grace,
Once proud, now broken by greed's tune.
The rivers chant dirges, not lullabies,
Their flow a whisper of poisoned regret.
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The Words I Dare Not Speak
by Christen Kuikoua
I write, yet dread the ink should speak too plain,
Praying thou find’st the truth herein contained.
How oft I strive, aye, and most bitterly,
To give a name to this which stirs my breast,
Yet words, like shadows, fly when I draw near.
Time and again I have essayed to speak,
But the first breath doth fail, and phrasing halts
Though I, well-practiced in the poet’s art,
Can weave for others what I lose for thee.
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Words and letters
by Aldo Kraas
Words and letters
Stacked upon each other,
to make full-blown sentences and songs.
notes all tethered
by accents and slurs
stacked upon each other
to make full-blown lines of music in songs
my brain
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Nusantara Silence
by Ayatullah Nurjati
We were born from the land of Nusantara, a womb of time that contains seas and mountains, where waves learn to prostrate themselves and rocks memorize the wind's prayers.
Our language grows from the roots of rain, from the rustling of rice and the history of boats; words are not shouts, but silent traces that lead home.
Silence is not mere silence; it is a clear spring in the chest, where the mind abandons noise and the soul learns to listen to the universe.
In that silence, we know ourselves without the mirror of arrogance, calling out the name of life with a voice that does not hurt.
The mountains teach us to stand tall without arrogance, the sea teaches us to be vast without swallowing; the two meet in the awareness that life is care.
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