Life Keeps Going On...

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. ~ Robert Frost




The colorful buds bloom epril
The young calf skips in the open fields

Families of geese fly south every winter
Beautiful white swans swim gracefully in the pond

The crow sits on the kitchen window every afternoon
The bumble bee visits his favorite gladiolus in the garden

The shepherd takes out his sheep on the grassy hills
Mother hen gathers her chicks in the barnyard at dusk

The rains spreads a green carpet over the earth
After the cuckoo has sung his melodies in summer

Fireworks color the sky every New Year's Eve
Skeletons dance every Halloween

The newspaper boy whistles every morning, as he drops newspapers in mail boxes
The old couple still take walks every evening holding hands

Little Amy cuts her birthday cake while family and friends sing for her
Father John prays that departed souls might rest in peace

Mr Frank screams at kids picking berries from his garden tree
Young Lucy waits for Mr Brown to be back home after work

Come December, beautiful snowflakes, paint the town in white
And in just a few months the bright sun lights up every garden...

... and so, life keeps going on...
By Deepti Mhaske

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Transience

Truth and nothing other than the truth...
All that blooms must wither

All that once was, will not be
Coming to terms with this
Is the secret, He revealed to me...

The source of all misery
The source of all dissatisfaction
Lies in denial of impermanence
In holding onto the illusion of permanence...

For only transience is eternal
All that comes, must pass away
Realizing this is lifting the veil
To perceive the truth that will prevail...

A paradigm shift of perception will occur
As you really see things the way they are
Without distortion from the mind lens
Convoluted by anger, delusion and greed...

The body is a river, perpetually in flux
The mind, a stream of fleeting thoughts
The illusion of a 'self' is a bubble
That makes us all distraught...

When the bubble bursts, you realize
You are boundless, there is no self
The self is just one great misconception
A creation of the mind, nurtured by the senses...

Boundless compassion is all that remains
For there is no conflict, when there is no self
We are all connected, we all need each other
For we all suffer from a deluded mind...

This is the plain and simple truth
Focus on impermanence of everything
Meditate on the connectedness of everything
Let love and compassion be your guide...

So I learned from the master
Who sat under a Bodhi tree
An embodiment of compassion
The light of reason, who showed us the way...
By Omkar PhatakR

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Sum of Moments

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A gulp of fresh, crisp early morning air
Serene silence felt on a mountain peak 
Soaking in the vastness stretching before you
The peaceful reverie by a shimmering placid lake
A golden sunset with a sky in a riot of colors... 

That first bike ride on your own 
Discovering balance and belief 
Feeling alive and feeling life 
Flowing through your veins 
Experiencing invincibility...

To be moved to tears
By a soulful note that stirs something deep within
To let rhythm take over and flow in time
Discovering the grace and power of being
The sheer joy of being alive...

Holding her hand for the first time
That first walk together
Experiencing vulnerability
Loving her and letting her go
Experiencing the meaning of pain
And then learning to smile back again
Priceless, every bit of it...

The exhilaration of giving everything you've got
To pour all your heart into something
Without the slightest thought of return
Spent, sleep under the stars
With no worries, no regrets...

Living moment to moment
Burning yourself in every action
To leave no trace, no seed of pain
Learning to flow, just flow, with no fear
Letting life unfold like a blooming flower...

In these moments
Thought static subsides
Calm spreads all over
Boundaries expand engulfing horizons
Life's a string of beautiful moments
When there's no mind, no thought
You are there, in that moment, that's all...
By Omkar Phatak

Discovering the flow of beautiful moments, that is life...

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To Forgive

I hold the power in my hands,
And how I use it is up to me,
If I use it to forgive and forget...
Then I shall truly live peacefully.

But old hurts scab over messily,
A true eyesore considering it all,
Making it difficult to forgive me...
How can I possibly forgive you?

You lied and made me a big fool,
Making an innocent act a huge felony,
What I did was all for you....
And now I see how you repay me.

But I try to act like Jesus did,
Dying on the cross, loving us still,
Proving to us all He's not easy to rid.
And I pray hard to be strong like Him.

I'm sure you completely forgot me,
And you still would've done what you did,
Making a huge scar on an innocent soul...
And maturing that poor naive kid.

But now, the past is history,
And only on my mind, for I need to forget,
For what you've done has matured me...
And now old scars must heal as I forgive.

I was given the power to forgive,
And I shall follow the Lord's footsteps,
For I know it's long past times...
And it isn't a scar to be forever kept.

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‎"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." - Mahatma Gandhi.

True that, Gandhi, true that.

It's been years and a dream showed me that I still hold old hurts. I'm not sure how to go about it... but I must right a wrong. I must learn to forgive, no matter how difficult. Hope you like it!

By Emalynn Stone

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Hiding in the Shadows

Please read, enjoy and comment! Thanks.

No one ever said life would be simple,
But no one ever told me how hard it could get.

No one warned me of all of these problems,
That I'd never be able to forget.

As I find shelter in the shadows,
To find at peace and comfort at last.

I realize that it's all my fault,
Of how much useless time has past.

I've made nothing out of myself,
Nothing out of my life.

These trials are to teach me,
I need to deal with the sorrows and strife.

No matter what road life takes you,
Hiding in the shadows isn't always the key.

We just got to work together,
And find a way to be happy.

By Becky ..... :)

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Something is Wrong

Never lose in life... it's never the end.

I know something is wrong,
When I start to wish my life is a dream,
That I want to wake up from.

When pain becomes my constant companion,
When darkness swallows me whole,
When silence surrounds me even on the inside,
When sadness begins to grow...
I know something is wrong.

Life is not the one we look at,
It's not all good... it can be really bad,
When life doesn't seem worth living,
I know something is wrong.

When the night is something to be feared,
And the day seems like an impossible challenge,
When I want to never wake up, never sleep,
I know something is wrong.

When friends and family seem distant,
Even if they are still by my side,
When I lose that person inside of me,
I know something is wrong.

Feeling like this through many days,
I knew something had to be done,
That all my wrongs had to be made right,
That I should not give up... I will have to fight.

I put a smile on my face,
And even though it was fake,
It slowly turned into a real one.

People love to leave me,
But I do not, cannot hate them,
Because I was just another person in their life,
But they were a part of mine.

If the world does wrong to me,
I do not wait for people to fight it for me,
I rebel on my own.

Because this is life, my life,
And though it may not concern others,
But it finally matters to me,
I know something is wrong.

But only I can make it right,
I will not give up, never,
I will make me shine.

Because one day will be my day,
And many days like that will follow,
Because once I discover the real me,
Nothing will ever be wrong again.

I know something is wrong... right now,
But one day... nothing will be.
By Vani Kapoor

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Everything's Nothing

What is out there, and how did you find it?

Whispers in the dark,
Hush voices through the day,
As our reality is stark,
The bitterness is the only way.

I sit and glare at the world,
Something made my lip curl.

Out of mind, out of touch,
Utopia failed, I had enough,
They lean on it like it's a crutch.

Together forever makes alone at last,
Hear the half answers through the glass,
Everything's nothing after the blast,
Read between the lines, dumbass,
"Everything's nothing," an elder man laughs.

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies,
Nobody answers so nobody dies,
Disguised by his eyes on which he relies.

Home's where the heart is, that's what they say,
On the contrary, home kills my spirit,
What I wouldn't have given to get away.

Destruction's creation flipped on its side,
Intriguing concept, I can't deny,
Destruction's creation that been confined.

Yonder hero turns to flee,
On occasion so do we,
Underlying catastrophe.

Forget me forever, Forget-Me-Nots,
In the wind they twirl like dancers,
Now or never, never stops,
Devious thought is mental cancer.

I tend to run, I tend to hide,
Take in my soul, eyes opened wide.
By Jon Zimmerman

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As Time Goes On

Maybe as time goes on,
The fear will go away,
And I won't have to live,
Dreading every day.

Maybe as time goes on,
I'll forget about the past,
I'll live for the moment,
And live each moment like the last.

Maybe as time goes on,
I'll learn to love again,
It may be to a stranger,
Or maybe to a friend.

Maybe as time goes on,
I'll look forward to each day,
And be happy with who I am,
And not just pass my life away.
By Kristen Bowers

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If Only Things Were Different

A poem about all the things that happens in the world and if only they could be stopped.
If only people never cheated on one another,
People never fought with each other,
Someone wasn't judged because of the color of their skin.

If only there were no more killings,
No more murders,
If only there was peace and happiness everywhere.

If only people weren't judged because of their looks,
But because of their personality.

If only people learnt to live with one another without arguing,
If only there were no more fighting and wars.

If only people had more friends than enemies.
If only people realized how wrong they are,
By changing for the better today.
By Heera Mullins :D

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The First Line

I entered this into a contest and it had a limit of 20 lines. Most of my poems are well over that, so this is what I came up with. Let me know what you think.

The first line
Is always hardest to define,
Just as the nothingness from which we were birthed
Is harder to describe than the eternity in which we are immersed.

We try to wrap our feeble minds
Around the universe, and endless times.
Yet we fall short of the task
In darkest darkness we still bask.

We wish and hope and pray,
Yet these are all just things we say.
We try to break the Devils' hold,
But Jesus Christ it's still so cold.

So can you see the wandering men?
Asking why, and wondering when.
They all but stop,
To look at the clock.

They've already lost,
And can't understand the cost.
So we trudge on
Simply waiting to be gone.

By Jared Lewis

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I Am An Astronaut

I wrote this when I was going through a really bad time and literally felt like dying. Ahem.

Am I supposed to be,
Attached to this life?
Because if so,
My strings are cut.

And I am an astronaut,
Musing down from the stars,
Seeing this sphere,
As a watery prison.

While I'm meant to fear,
Death with a weakness,
That should shake me,
Awake from my nightmares.

Making me the grim reaper,
Himself for I fear death not,
In fact, I think I rather,
Welcome the companionship.

Without loving the sun,
When it shines on my face,
Because it burns instead,
Of warming the hole in my chest.

So I guess I am a vampire,
Appreciating not the light but the night,
And if I step outside I must,
Blow away into a handful of dust.

For I am supposed to be,
The opposite of a morbid vessel,
But I am not plein de vie and,
All that jazz will make me say that.

If I make dying sound exotic,
In another language,
I want to go not peacefully,
But joyfully with my legs kicking.

And my hands clapping,
And my mouth screaming,
Till the very end.
By Starri Nyght

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Edge of the Cliff, Before the Fall

About how happiness is deceiving...

Sometimes things are not right, sometimes they are unfair,
But it is those happy moments that are the hardest to bear. 
It is the fall that comes from the rush,
That warm embrace or that comforting hush.

You cling to a lie just to be dropped,
You followed a path that suddenly stopped. 
When things are alright, they are okay,
Because change does not happen, it stays the same.

And there is no one you can blame. 
But happy is the edge of your cliff,
The moment before the fall,
It make us feel mighty, it tells us we’re tall. 
Until the point where again we fall. 
By Alex Steel Reurink

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When I was Young...

You know it's true.
When I was young,
I wanted to be older,
To be big and strong,
Be extremely better.

I wanted to be a grown up,
I wanted to feel important,
Bed time stinks,
I wanted to stay up!

I must have been mad back then!
I want to be young again,
Avoid all the backaches and headaches,
Far too much stress and pain!

Too much work to do,
Hormones and puberty just don't help! (True)
Don't we all regret saying stuff?
Admit it, it's happened to me and you!
By Marcie Lloyd

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The Dreamer

You never really want to wake up.
In the forest, I was free,
Reality was a dream to me,
It wasn't terrifying,
Although rather thrilling.

My car then crashed,
And I ran up beneath the corn field,
Airborne down the crimson canal,
After my crest was smashed.

Now,
Sun’s beams leak through the pane,
A radiant brine floods,
The crevices of my frosty rigid floor.

My bursting dried up eyes,
Do not yearn to perceive,
Cobalt dawns knocking on the door.

Waking as a hostage,
Chained within the minute scoped idea:
"Life".

But fantasy was my stage,
Each night,
I instigate a new fight,
Try to flee the fate breathing bestows,
I’d rather splurge my years below.
By Joshua-James Bosch

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