Meaningful Poems - Page 5
81. The MasksPoem About Hiding Your Pain
I have so many different masks.
I wear them one by one.
I see them in a pile
When my day is finally done.
There's one for when I'm happy
And one I wear when sad.
There's one for when I'm pensive
For all that I have had.
I try not to hide behind them,
To just let my sunshine glow.
I've learned from you, "Just be yourself,
And no one else will know."
"You had so much and lost it,
And you tried to get it back.
It may take some time! Be patient!
It's just confidence you lack!"
If I stay true and honest,
There will be no need to wear
These masks I see at bedtime
That are lying on my chair.
82. My Steps
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
my face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
marking an advance or a retreat.
as I write I look at my five fingers,
each an individual testament,
a story, a loss and a gain, a lesson,
I turn to my palm and trace unequal lines,
of opportunities lost and gained,
of tears of pain and joy,
equal inequality that ends in tenderness,
the tenderness of a mothers footprints of undying love,
the warm impress of a fathers strength even in my first steps.
Every step brings new light,
the taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all todays are better then all yesterdays.
83. Awake Or Asleep
Everyday I think of something beautiful and deep,
Before I go to sleep.
It brings a smile
And gives the strength to go another mile.
What does a day hold;
If it's not something sweet and bold?
A hello to a new stranger
A hug to the old friend
A kiss to the beloved,
And a fight with someone close and at hand.
A walk of faults and regrets
Giving hope to make things best.
Thoughts that may be a little sad
Reminds of all things that make me happy.
Slowly in the years I realized
Nobody is born intelligent and wise.
Risk taken can be calculated
And truths can be manipulated.
It's not when I get up from sleep
It's how much I'm awake when I'm going to sleep.
84. Nights Of DreamPerspective Is Up To You
Heart when shattered
heaved to heal
as greatness unveils
the soul yet divine
Hope being whispered
by the tunes distant
the pain as disowned
melts river into the flow
night as brings the mirth
tender flow passing the stream
with glorious blunder.
as it is not one or two,
but dissipated all
in the nights of dream
Sadness comes to end
as the mind when revels
happiness when conquered
hate being exiled
Love sprouts the rhythm
hope when come again.
85. Life Is....
life is confusing
for all of us
no matter how small or how big
we all have rough times.
Life is expressed.
expressed in different ways
for all people
that give us different emotions.
life is stupid
cause when things get tough
we blame and take out anger
on the ones we love most.
Most of all life makes you regret.
you make the people who love you most
But life is also amazing.
you meet life long friends and enemies who become friends.
don't be hate'n on your self
cause the more you hate your self
the more people hate you.
Poem About Living Life To The Fullest
There are only a handful of people
That you'll meet in life
That truly touch your heart
And make you glad you're alive
They've got a special presence
When they walk into a room
It's almost like they were sent there
To take away your gloom
They can make you happy when
Everything seems sad
So happy it almost makes you mad
They forget about their problems
And brighten up your day
And you don't realize it until
They've gone away
They teach us to enjoy everyday
Live life to the fullest
Laugh, love and play
Because there's no guarantee
You'll get another day
So if you have a chance to make someone smile don't pass up the opportunity to make them happy for awhile
It may be their last chance and
You'll remember them and their smile.Latest Shared Story
Our son, Christian, passed away suddenly at the age of 26 on October 20th, 2006. I came across this poem; it reminded me so much of our Christian. He had that type of personality and the...
87. Drop The Mirror
A silhouette upon the moonlight night
Spawned internally by her mind
A glance in a mirror, a shock of fright
Thoughts she daren't leave behind
Beside herself with grief and pity
Eviscerated of her veracity
Beneath salty watermarks of ecstasy
Lurks her boiling blood-lust
Wrapped in her mirror, dramatically
Containing all within her bust,
Pale faces greet her own reflection
Slowly rotting, breeding tradition
My own inward conscious mind
Seeks her happiness without restriction
Meticulously I seek to find
Emancipation from her own condition
For I myself, amidst solitude
Reflect in that very mirror, a harrowing view
Upon the waking eye, ever in pursuit
I reach to smash and break
This mirror concealing her fortitude
To release her-to awake
So drop the mirror, turn and face
Stay a while within my warm embrace
Flickers of light
Papers after paper
Tired, sore arms
Just keep on smiling
Continue to charm.
Bags under eyes
Another long day
To sit and pretend
Waste your life away.
Cameras are everywhere
You cannot hide
All the rumors that subside
Hurts deep inside.
Unseen by the public
Of internal pains
Unnoticeable feint act
The facade remains.
Glamour so evident
Yet feeling incomplete
Life is such
Full of Deceit
Oblivious out in the open
Hide your pain
Just keep on smiling.
Cover up the Feign.
What it's like to be them.
Many unknown facts
Public makes buzz
Having fame makes life
Nothing like it was.
The industry may seem glamorous
But it is far from glam
Every action you make
May be looked upon as a scam.
Nobody knows the truth
Behind the screen
From the public view's eye
Much is unseen.
All we see is
The orthodox of show biz.
Flickers of light
Extreme glamour.Latest Shared Story
I think this poem is fantastic because it really changes my perspective on the world around us. I highly recommend it.
I walk slowly down the streets paved with sadness,
Addicts begging for favors and pleading for change,
Desperation plagues their dark hollow eyes
And their hearts, they are empty and I
I silently cry.
I see in parks the children that are playing,
Smiles and joy lights up their faces with glee,
Laughter fills the air with song and delight,
Their hearts are full with love and trust in their eyes,
I silently cry.
I cry for the lost, the rich and the poor,
Whose hearts have grown bitter and cold,
For what could have been in their life is now gone,
And left is the empty high of a drug that's unknown,
I silently cry.
I pray for the ones who have given up hope,
Hope for a future of love, faith and joy,
I pray for the lonely the sick and the lost,
That someone would take the time to reach out,
I silently hope,
I hope for a future, a better tomorrow,
For people who need compassion and care,
I hope that bitterness melts with the touch of a heartbeat,
I hope for the love that we can give one another,
For are we not really everyone's brother?
Latest Shared Story
When my father died, I though my world had died too. I no longer cared about anything, things I once cared about had no meaning, no worth. Unfortunately, this included not only material...
90. Storm Is Life
When it's to rain,
clouds gather up in the sky.
So dark, mild, puffy and scary.
No place is laid out for better safety.
Here, is where all shall stay to witness thunder
and its blossoming lightning.
Creatures go about with no assurance of survival.
But nature, embraces our powerless selves
to relax knowing that all is well.
Like trouble, when it affiliates our lives
without a sign of caution.
Brings nothing but turmoil to these shaken souls-
Helplessly gazing ahead for all confusion to pass on.
Earth is never fun when one is sulking,
cause then death prevails.
Rain on its own sanctifies.
Same clouds that cover you with fear,
bring down water of life.
Darkness loiters around for a while;
and blinds your focus so you see not when it turns.
When it turns, so far away that
your vision is blared
with any troubles ever existed.
It's for this truth that,
rejoice when clouds gather.
For sadness sent down are disguises
filled with blessings to come fourth!
As the sun shines after this huge storm.
Poem About The Routine Of Life
An actor up above on a stage,
Reciting lines from a script that he has memorized 100 times over.
He goes along with the show,
Executing his parts perfectly,
Knowing just when to jump in.
The crowd goes wild.
They loved absolutely everything about his performance.
And you would too if this poem wasn't about you.
Yes, I'm taking about you.
The one reading this poem right now.
You are the actor,
The one who wears the mask.
Your script is the lines that you ingrain in your mind.
You know, phrases like "I'm fine."
You put on a performance on this stage called life.
And your fellow cast mates?
Well, they're your friends, family, co-workers, and acquaintances.
Face it, life is like a performance,
And you are just one of the actors.
Play your part well.Latest Shared Story
They say life is like a mirror, when it is broken we can't go back and arrange it into pieces.
But I say that life is not a mirror. Because when we are ill and broken we can go back to God...
92. PoplarComparing Meaning Of Life To A Tree
Alert and splayed branches accept and reinforce
life's rhythms, existence, and love.
Now in January, I want to write the poplar's pulse,
but mine quickens as I come close to mediating its presence.
To share its essence, I transcend the desire
to understand and like the wood.
Pigeons sit content amongst the branches that support me.
Then I watch the squirrels chase,
their fearless leaps of faith
one hundred or more feet from the ground
and feel the excitement of a fool testing the margins.
Now the crow, whose knowing has gone beyond the need to share
takes me to ambiguity and leaves me
as it flies beyond to bottomless secrets,
flashing a hint in its eye,
on its wing it disappears.
The arms of this tree, vivacious with variation and complexity,
are in perfect paradox with its innate design to be.
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