Have you tried to find clothes for others
than for your own self?
Have you tried to give food to others
than to feed your own self?
...
Everything looked the same
the eyes, the long hair,
the mustache, the long nose,
even the smile was the same
...
Misappropriation
of politeness
of attitude
of mental demeanor
...
Is there some worth in the lines you read
Is there some ignorance in the mind you think
is there some gain the false praises you write
is there no respect for this international poem site
...
Sometime we find some gain
sometime we give others pain
when we tell them the truth
when we ask them to look
...
Most Indian poets always so enthusiastic
of writing poems and poems;
they have no desired skill nor neck to pen it
but they believe in their expression
...
It happens in every girl's life,
sometimes in youth,
sometimes in adulthood;
girls always seek attention,
...
I asked him- what do you do
He replied - I am a doctor
I asked him again- what exactly do you do
he replied- I treat the sick people.
...
I hit a stone
and you asked me
if I did so,
I replied yes.
...
Same words
attitude, servitude.
same verses
same sense.
...
Have dreams that promise fulfillment
have words that promise appreciation
have imaginations that turn into poetry
have inspirations that turn into happiness;
...
Ask yourself if the world is round
and you will find nothing to prove that
but your word is your belief.
So make poetry believable,
...
There lived once a little boy who had many jewels
which he had gathered as a hobby while he was growing
and which he kept polished by his own whims and efforts.
When this little boy grew up into a man he decided
...
Suppression, depression, oppression
are the favorite expressions of their hurt
and their painful past which they have memorized
and they nurse an inner revenge within themselves
...
A sick man can get cured or die of a virus
but a sick mind will always choose to be stubborn
and that is where the fault line arises
and trembles the surface of this domain
...
Money can buy me
food and clothes
a house, a car
and all the things
...
Who are you?
I am the whirlwind
which stirs on this earth,
my eyes keep watching
...
Rich men don't have to stand there
and scream they want to be the Presidents,
rich men don't have to spend their time
and urge for votes to win elections;
...
The Refugees
Have you tried to find clothes for others
than for your own self?
Have you tried to give food to others
than to feed your own self?
Have you tried to bring a homeless
than to sleep alone in your house?
Have you tried to ask your own mind
than to doubt others generosity?
Have you tried to let others exist
than to let your own self seek protection?
Have you tried to ever be a refugee
than to watch another be on the road with despair?
Have you ever tried to be human
than to observe the helplessness of others?
I know you and your group! Just wait and see what I am doing with you three!
Jacson, I appreciate your poems. You are FANTASTIC There are 3 poets by name DKS, , GMish and MBlee who cannot accept your sincerity or superiority. One is aleardy passing rude comments below. He is lacking love and respect. Jacson You are true poet of Portugal.
Critically apprise a simple poem of Robert Frost and post it here...I will review it...I desperately want to evaluate your depth in literature.
Where do you stand with just 100 useless poems? Don't dare to put absurd comments on my interior poems! I will treat you very nicely! Understand?
You know nothing else except putting idiotic comment. I am here in this site to correct you people.
I implore God to punish you all wrong doers? Just wait....
Mutual Respect is the victory banner of every household to make it a good home.
You have a great heart for the homeless and helpless people. Your words depict your deep concern for them and quantum of love you have in your heart for them. You are humanitarian poet. I love your poems a lot. Subhas