Why are you wasting your time with poetry?

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Waste of time? Are you out of your mind? Poetry is what makes those few sane people you see. Because instead of pouring our feelings out to the next person we see on the street. We lock our feelings away in words and wait for you to find the key not only to our heart but to our mind.
 
Why are you? You ARE on the poetry site, after all. Someone once defined philosophy as asking questions that can't be answered. One might ironically philosophize as to the purpose of that, don't you think?

VISION, do you seriously delude yourself that any sensible person is actually going to read your atrocious scribblings?
 
I study Philosophy. I love it.

But that doesn't mean that Philosophy is the only thing in the world worth bothering with.

Poetry - and other art forms - make people happier. Without creativity, what are we?

If people want to read and write poetry, let them. It's not harming you.
 
I study Philosophy. I love it.

But that doesn't mean that Philosophy is the only thing in the world worth bothering with.

Poetry - and other art forms - make people happier. Without creativity, what are we?

If people want to read and write poetry, let them. It's not harming you.
 
does it read these and rethink pl
WHERE IS MY LOVE

All around me I find deathly silence,
It at times is so killing and does me silence.
Then suddenly I look around and become mad,
Where my dear where have you, it makes me sad.

Often I ask where I should go in search,
As my loved one has left me in the lurch,
I suddenly wonder if I shall recover,
Before she comes and my solitariness discover.
The when I think I've found my peace,
I realise none can my love fleece.

Where, just let me know where love has gone,
And left me all alone this fine morn,
Tell me where I can go, look discover,
And find my dearest one recover.

Have I really found my love, if so where,
Do I have to look for you in despair?
Heaven knows my love I cannot live without you.
Can someone tell me what is really love,
This is a common human inquiry,
Tell me love what makes you a living story.

AM I STILL ALIVE
MY burning heart an igniting sole,
A piece of my burning soul,
A wandering soulless figure,
Seeking happiness, hither and thither,
Caught in the mangle called monument,
A deafening sound a silencing moment,
With helter and skelter here and there
Noise pollution and dirt everywhere,
How come I am still alive?
Am I really alive or imagine my existence,
Well to live on I have to face all resistance.
Yes I am still living.

IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT
In the middle of the night I keep awake
Hope to really good poetry make,
But the readers slumber as they read
My poetry, they are a lost breed.

I wish some one some day,
Will look at my poems the way,
I really wish one would do,
Only if poems I could make for you.

Laugh not at my plight,
I think I'm a wonderful poet,
None should dare me to be quiet,
I am a poet, I am a poet

I may not rhyme as you hope,
But you ''Hello Canada''
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will help me to agony cope,
When I am hurt in the middle of the night
. Just imagine my dear ones, my plight.

Some Summers Past

Some summers past, we were standing,
For each others’ better halves waiting,
It was then our eyes did glance,
And their arrival we forgot perchance.

It was then your eyes met mine again,
Yes it was some summers past,
We smiled and blushed
At each others arms we thrust.
It was as if a moment God sent,
It was our summer at the end.

That day we still remember till today,
When we met that summers' day,
Ever since we have been two souls
Yet only in one, since that summer,
Yes it was the summer of our lives,
A long remembered association,
At last we built upon a union.

Still today you know, we remember that day,
When we met for a long life’s stay,
Yes my sweetheart it was the summer


It was the best of life’s summers,
If we both can say
It was over a few decades ago,
But for us it is still as if
It was just yesterday.
Yes many summers have passed away.

WHAT IS LOVE
Love is the nectar we all want,
And hold it in our hands like a cup,
How we wish it not to let it go,
As love is the only possession one does show. .

And hopes to nurse it for all times
Yet we hanker for more and do not share
What is love is love divine.
We always think of those times we wanted,
But our love was always daunted,
Hoping that some one will come our way
And upon us his whole beings love spray.


We still hope some day love will come our way
And lead us from the threshold of sadness
To a zone of timeless happiness;
And it will then only we will know
How love does blossom and glow.

Where love has gone
Our last kiss was just a parting,
And then we left for another world,
All that I can imagine now you are with another.
But some may be just worth a smile,
Some may be good looking too,
They may occupy your mind for a while.
But each time you kiss another,
My image will always you bother,
And make you then really want me,
Oh my dearest one, please come back to me.
WHERE IS MY LOVE
Last time we met it was perhaps our last.
Then it was up in our minds to forget the past.
My instinct tells me you are now in another’s arms.
But I know it is for just a while no more,
For when your lips turn dry you know
You will thirst for more, yes I mean more.
Only then you will know that you want
I back in your arms all the more.

KISS ME MISS
Miss, Miss, do give me a kiss,
Kiss, kiss, I do not wanna miss
Sis, where is your sis, I’ll give her a kiss

Then they say how one kisses, any way
What is French and what is American
What kiss is Japanese and what really is Chinese,
It’s all in ones imagination,

Those who are racial
Or have feelings of being commercial
Do not know how far a kiss can go
Even there down below.

Yes Miss can help, miss a train for you.
Just kiss and kiss and kiss
do not let any go amiss.
And you will see
That all kisses are for free
 
If you truly fancy yourself a philosopher, and you propose that poetry has no purpose, then demonstrate your argument by outlining your thesis here.
 
Hello how are you ?
What’s your name
i believe your wasting my time
i think your a fool ?
who plays with his own tool ?
go back to play school
your comments sound like pooh
Its all over now baby blue
your life seems to be
not the miracle mile
Love on the rocks
Like King without a castle
Like a ship with an anchor
Like a snake that lost its skin
Goodbye stranger
you cannot find a friend
I hope your dreams come true
I’m talking to you
I bet the world doesn’t
Say hello to you ?
I’m counting the steps
To the door of your heart
There’s a war between us
Shadows of hell as cold as ice
Declare themselves in the room
Whose gonna tell you things
That are great
I wont listen to your golden rules
If I did I’d be a fool
A Juke box is handing out cigarettes
To a wailing blue eyed swan
that looks like you
Jesus has gone off down the road
In a pink Cadillac looking for god
Its his wake up call ?
The Presidents in the car with a toad
I cant tell who is who ?
Don’t forget they are all around you
Even at your house and in your swimming pool ?
Robbie Williams sings like a lark
Having a wrong bark
His muzak is a laugh
Tupak thinks so too
Sounds to me like a sick duck
A spider is smiling
At a laughing magpie
Who only drinks Pepsi
Down by the cold shore lake
Whose gonna listen to your dreams
Butch Cassidy & the Sundance kid ?
Whose gonna drive you home tonight
Tell me tomorrow when the lights are out ?
 
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