Jamie May 2016
I have no right to feel like this,
But how dare you cancel on me again,
I know we aren't together,
But it hurts when you do.
I know one who relied
on a talent for years,
seeming to be the pride
of good fortune; now a silence
naked of tears
suffuses his old age.
The beautiful music played
of youth and middle age -
that beauty is no more.
Senility and a cage
are found on the 4th floor
of a retirement home.

The exuberant rainbow foam,
the sprightly tumult of youth
had no longing, no passion
for self-understanding or truth.
A lazy mind married to a great gift
without wider learning for a friend
was just asking to be betrayed in the end,
his gift abandoning him in the end.
My friend, don't think because you now can shine,
the neglect of deeper learning is fine,
for in the background time still says "You're mine."
Develop many keen interests in your youth
and perhaps your golden years will have a face
that's not intolerable to grace.
Anish Saurav Oct 2017
i'm broken from the inside;
though this heart has had too much to take;
with a fake smile on my face;
i always try to hide my past mistakes;

Having no one to open up to and no one to speak;
i can feel the fear and anger within me , i'm just becoming far too weak.

The only reason I have  is that i just don't trust anyone , I’m too scared to ask for help;

But if I say that I need you !
will you be there for me when i reveal myself?
Or will you cut me off from your life just like everybody else?
Every cry for help doesn't get answered. Some people are afraid to come out of depression because they don't trust anyone. This is the worst situation someone can face. So if you see someone who seems to be having a bad day show some kindness and ask whether he needs something​, no act of kindness however small ever gets wasted.
Freddie Ruiz Jul 17
When it comes to girls I haven’t had that much experience.
Between the two I’ve been involved with there’s so much difference.
I’ve heard girls are all the same, but really that’s not my case,
but for some reason the arrival of the one still delays.
And when I’m feeling lonely
no one can comfort me.
I see a problem with insecurity,
is it them or is it me?

I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time.
I wanna know if this is as good as it gets or will something better come into my life?
Because I’ve been through both bad and good times,
but it’s time for me to find someone worth my while for full time.
People are always trying to find ways to ask me about so and so.
They can get pretty intimate with their questions, but I’m not the ‘kiss and tell’ type though.
I just want someone to be there for me when times are good and when times get rough,
just as much as I wanna be there for her; I’m not bluffing, though they call my bluff.

Are you tired of being alone?
With no one to talk to on the phone?
Are you scared to grow old without someone to love?
If you answered ‘YES’, well, you’re not alone.
Written on February 16, 2002
Composition number: 122
You laugh
Angels weep out of jealousy
Devils have no single conspiracy
Demons dancing in harmony
Men hearts go broken with no remedy
Women eyes tearing continuously
Violins break out of envy terribly
Composers have no more creativity
Music plays with no melody
Silence starts listening joyfully
Happiness laughters left in agony
Beautiful words describe nothing but misery
Tulip flowers become colorless shamefully
Believers lose their faith immediately
Infidels drop their convictions instantly
Hearts start beating rapidly
Lungs oxygenating quickly
Living ones laying listening carefully
The dead come back miraculously
The way Je laughs. Version 1.
Path Humble Jun 20
left my phone unlocked
on the taxis back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"

to which I replied,

Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"

and with an equally, beaming smile continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was

Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim

^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months

true story, poetry is there for the taking
Nat Lipstadt Jan 2014
a  flawless poem
if such there were,
will always be,
the next one

my poor soul,
my rag tag heart
has no censor,
so careless, reckless,
as if words were but
frivolous treasures,
easy spent, easy get

if only, how I wish I
could harvest my best,
with golden cutlery excise
the single flawless poem,
that I know in my possess

lay down this hand so weary
from cupping tears,
be satisfied at long last,
so much so,
that my casket lowered,
hands in repose companioned,
clutching his best, easing the rest,
a paper record to join his ash,
his flawless poem,
at long last
Written in ten minutes when Frivolous Treasure, Ingrid, and SE Reimer
excised it from with me, a triage performed and a poem delivered, fluid and tear wet,  while Mozart's Serenade No. 13 for Strings harmonized what ever music the man has left.

flawless? Perhaps one slightly less flawed.

give us all your names and I will write someday
what my heart knows exists

Words are hopeless, poor substitutes for what they in vain,and we too, we call the heart's decay but this poem give unto me a deeper satisfaction than most...
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