Poetry is a catharsis of emotions...a venting...of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness... To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago.
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Poetry is a catharsis of emotions...a venting...of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness... To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago.
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Poems and reflections
http://poemsofamisfit.blogspot.com/2009/07/many-ask-why-i-ask-why-not-for-in-what.html
Poetry is a catharsis of emotions.a venting.of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Thursday, 23 July 2009. The more times passes. The more things remain unchanged. The worse the hurt festers. More miserable the loneliness. Wannabe...
Poems and reflections: Requiem for Benjy
http://poemsofamisfit.blogspot.com/2008/03/requiem-for-benjy.html
Poetry is a catharsis of emotions.a venting.of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Wednesday, 26 March 2008. Benjy was born before my eyes and I nursed him as a fat, noisy, fussy puppy.my first born! You were always there for me,.
Poems and reflections: Elegy for a 'rose lost
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Poetry is a catharsis of emotions.a venting.of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Friday, 21 March 2008. Elegy for a 'rose lost. Heady times and nearing dusk,. A day as any other,. As sudden as a storm at sea. My beloved is taken!
Poems and reflections: Rain
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Poetry is a catharsis of emotions.a venting.of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Friday, 21 March 2008. Rain ……. Sometimes dark and heavy,. Sometimes light and lively,. And violent streaks of light,. Ambrosia for a parched land,.
Poems and reflections: Requiem for Sib: The Greatest Gift
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Poetry is a catharsis of emotions.a venting.of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Wednesday, 18 August 2010. Requiem for Sib: The Greatest Gift. In the often abject monotony of life,. Alone, with no one to hold close? And of Our ...
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My Attempts at Poetry
My Attempts at Poetry. A word before you read. I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see. Wednesday, May 27, 2015. A spade scoop of mud, a twisted swollen hand. Reveals – of man or woman who knows. Another scoop and another tender hand. Appears – a child’s perhaps? Innocent victims of beliefs.
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Poems from a Beautifully Disturbed Mind
Poems from a Beautifully Disturbed Mind. Thursday, 19 February 2015. I dreamed a dream of the night before,. When I awoke I was craving more. T'was purer and truer than any real thing,. Where the people, they dance and the birds, they sing,. But a song of peace and a dance of love,. A happiness shining down from above. When I awoke, oh my eyes, they burned,. Denying the truth that I had learned,. The land that appears in my own dream,. Does not exist, or so it would seem. Friday, 13 February 2015. Knowle...
मेरी कवितायें, मेरे भावो की दर्पण
मेरी कवितायें, मेरे भावो की दर्पण. Thursday, November 27, 2008. विषवमन बनाम राज ठाकरे. कहा है तू राज. कहा गई तेरी आवाज. जल रही है मुंबई. जल रहा है ताज. आतंकवादियो ने दिखाई है. तुझे तेरी औकात. निरीहों पे तू चिल्लाता है. कहर उनपर बरपाता है. तोड़ रहा अखंडता को. राष्ट्र मे नई सीमाये बनता है. जब आन पड़ी विपदा ख़ुद पर. चूहे की तरह बिल मे दुबक जाता है. मुंबई मे विध्वंश मचा है,. कहा है तेरी नवनिर्माण सेना? ध्वंश का तू साथी है. विषवमन तेरा हथियार. दक्कन मुज्जहिद्दीन ने. पोस्ट किया गया :. Friday, August 22, 2008.
Poems of a Lost Soul
Poems of a Lost Soul. Saturday, 9 December 2006. My heart cannot accept less. Determined to be remembered past my death. All these needs cause so much stress. Barely any time to catch my breath,. My destiny to see. Above the clouds and past the sea. For that is the only way I will feel the caress. Of success across my chest. Go to my grave known as the best. Leave a trail of bodies known as the rest. And only then can I slow down. And find a smile within this frown. Put my feet up and my ass down. As a n...
Poems and reflections
Poetry is a catharsis of emotions.a venting.of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Saturday, 6 April 2013. Requiem for my grandfather. For as long as I can remember, everybody who knew him told us that he was a great man. A loving...
Blog de poemsofanangel - un ange qui à souffert, mais qui grâce à l'amitié revit. - Skyrock.com
Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. Un ange qui à souffert, mais qui grâce à l'amitié revit. Mise à jour :. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je termine ici aussi, a quoi ca sert d'ecrire pour que tout le monde voit. J'ecrirai ailleurs, a l'abri des regards. N'oublie pas que les propos injurieux, racistes, etc. sont interdits par les conditions générales d'utilisation de Skyrock et que tu peux être identifié par ton adresse internet (67.219.144.170) si quelqu'un porte plainte. Ou poster avec :. N'oublie p...
poems of an inner life
Poems Of An Inner Life. Poems Of An Inner Life originates from a life lived with mental illness, its impact and the search to recover understanding, meaning and hope. Nevertheless the threat of depression never left us. Between episodes of depression my mother's anxiety was a latent reminder of its presence. Like a psychological tinnitus it fluctuated in its intensity and didn't allow her to find much peace or happiness. My mother would say, "It's a great life if you don't weaken". Letter For Mr Bruce.
poemsofapilgrim | "Your statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage." (Ps. 119:54)
About POEMS OF A PILGRIM. October 21, 2012 · 1:06 PM. HE HAS BEEN GOOD. Did I ever think that my earthly pleasures would be so deep or my rewards this side of heaven, so great? Filed under Daily Walk. March 14, 2012 · 9:46 AM. FOR NOW, OR FOR ETERNITY? In other words, this is not our permanent address. Are we holding to our lifestyles loosely enough that we can be uprooted or repositioned, should God so choose for us? HIS GLORY AND JOY. What shall I hear from my Savior. When alone in His presence I stand.
Poems of Awakening, Edited by Betsy Small
An International Anthology of Spiritual Poetry. Poems unfold, and in unfolding, nourish and awaken one to the joyfulness of the present moment and the sense of being part of. What Walt Whitman calls a vast similitude which interlocks all . It is this awakening, experienced through both yoga and poetry,. Which inspired Betsy Small to create. You don't have to be a poetry lover, a yogi, or a meditation practitioner to appreciate these timeless and deeply felt poems, which invite readers of.
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The world of Bupenda embraces the entire universe and humanity which loves literature,drama,poetry,philosophy,intellectualism and spiritualism. Saturday, September 5, 2009. Make me blind" - 2009 August. She who is beautiful doesn't glitter,. She who glitters is not beautiful,. Gracefully like a queen,she walks;. Elegantly like a princess,she smiles. To me,the key to all my joy,she carries;. To me,the path to all my success,she knows;. To me,the pain to all my failure,she understands;. Silently,I trust her.
