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Poetry! =P

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Umm my answer to the inspiration question is quite umm unique. XD
I will just copy paste the answer.:rolleyes:

I don’t know.I guess my inspiration can be anything! *o*
Sometimes its just I try to hold on to the words rushing in my head, so maybe my inspiration are my thoughts?
Sometimes I just look at a pic or a scene I if I feel the scene or ponder about,I just try to put it into words. :’) At times someones actions that inspire me.:)
You give me mountains and I might not feel inspired but perhaps a grain of sand that sticks on my foot might trigger ‘begin writing/thinking’ mode in my mind. :X3:

Any specific poem you are talking about? :)
Ohkay :D
Last line :love:
No not a specific poem....... in general :)
 
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Apni ulfaat se meray pyaar ka daman bhardo
dil e gustaakh ki dehleez pe muhabbat rakhdo
dekho toota nahi... chahat ka haseen taj mahal
akey bikhrey nahi...mehki hoi yaadein ke kanwal
abhi taqdeer mei....ulfat ka nishaan baqi hai

ek sitam aur meri jaan...abhi jaan baqi
dil mei ab tak teri..ulfat ka nishaan baqi hai
 
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Hos nay kr dia hay noe-insan ko tukray tukray
Ukhuwwat ka byan ho ja, muhabbat ki zuban ho ja
- Allama Iqbal

"O mankind! Greed has broken you into peaces
Speak for brotherhood, and be the language of Love" (hehe my own translation:D forgive mistakes)
No its perfect! (y)
 
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A Broken Puzzle
When I found you
I found me
I was no longer alone
I was put together
There were no missing pieces
We were the perfect puzzle
On lookers envied what we had
We had so many beautiful memories
That they're not even possible to forget
That part of my life was my life
The life I loved

Then I lost you somewhere
Along the way
There were no fights or disagreements
Our puzzle just broke
Piece by piece it fell apart
Soon it disappeared
I've tried to get it back
I've done everything
The pieces of the puzzle
Just don't fit together anymore
I found your pieces reconnecting
With new pieces
My pieces were left torn and shattered
Alone in their box

I just want one last look
at that beautiful puzzle we shared
Even though it won't help me get over the pain
The pain that has ruled my life for months
I just can't close the cover to that puzzle box
 
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"Different Worlds"

I've been,
Out on the ocean.
Sailing alone,
Traveling nowhere.

You've been,
Running on hard ground.
With just you around,
Your heart beats the only sound.

But I know,
Once in a while we will find,
The sound of your heart beats with mine.
And when it's time.
I'll leave the ocean behind.

So I'll look,
Out for a lighthouse.
See through the fog.
Search the horizon.

You'll be,
Like in a movie.
Where everything stops;
You can see clearly now.

But I know,
Once in a while we will find,
The sound of your heart beats with mine.
And when it's time.
I'll leave the ocean behind.
 
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Trap of love

Your unfeeling heart imprisons me
Careless eyes, too blind to see
Empty words, an iron cage
Broken heart, bleeding rage

Can't wait for you and me
It's time I break free

Trap of love
Snared by desire
Trap of love
Burned by your fire
Trap of love
Snared by desire
Trap of love
Beware the trap of love

Let me be, it's time we part
Set me free, uncage my heart
Can't wait for you and me
It's time for you to see

Trap of love
Snared by desire
Trap of love
Burned by your fire
Trap of love
Snared by desire
Trap of love
Beware the trap of love


Scooby doo - Hex girls
 
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WAR
A poem by Anthony J. Marsella

What more can be said of war
That has not already been said,
That has not already been written,
That has not already been sung in song,
Recited in verse, shared in epic tales?

What more can be said of war
That has not already been committed to screen
In iconic movies with legendary actors,
Fighting and dying with glory amidst waving flags,
Or in heralded documentaries carefully
Edited with photos, letters, poignant
Words of lament spoken amid haunting tunes?

What more can be said of war
That has not already been sculpted in marble,
Painted on canvases,
Photographed in back and white,
And vivid color,
Revealing blood is red, bone is white,
Death is endless.
What more can be said of war
That has not already been inscribed in minds and bodies
Of soldiers who survived,
Civilians who endured,
Prisoners captive to trauma,
Scars visible and invisible?

What more can be said of war
That has not already been carved
On ordered granite gravestones
In national cemeteries, honoring sacrifice,
Their death veiled in shade and sunlight?

What more can be said of war,
That has not already been said about heroes and villains,
Soldiers and generals,
Warriors and misfits,
Freedom fighters and terrorists,
Victims and collateral damage,
Apologies and reparations?

What more can be said of war,
That has not already been said about
Glorious and evil causes,
Lusts for power and control
Access to wealth and resources,
Messianic responsibilities, moral duties,
Domination . . . ascendancy . . . revenge?

What more can be said of war,
That has not already been eulogized
On fields of battle,
Where lives were lost, minds seared,
And historians’ crafts polished
With the biased narratives of victors:
Waterloo, Hue, Fallujah?
There is no winner in war!

And why, if so much has been
Spoken, written, and engraved,
Why do the lessons of war,
Continue to be ignored, denied, distorted?
And now . . . Syria.
 
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To Never Lose.

She stole, she was imprisoned.
She forgot, she was beaten.
She rebuked, she was reprimanded.
She did, and she was done for.

I stole, I was rewarded.
I forgot, I was forgiven.
I rebuked, I was applauded.
I did, and I only did more.

I'm living the life of a girl on the run,
I’m living the life of a thief.
I’m living the life of a mastermind,
And I’m waiting to be called in.

I wished, and I got.
I thought, and I did.
‘Wait’ was never once,
In my vocabulary.

Trust is in my hand,
My smile is so beautiful,
I can and I will,
Melt the hardened hearts.

This is the life that you seem to crave for,
This is the life of ‘fake’ happiness.
This is the life that Hell desires,
Won’t you wake up and foresee destiny?
- Tiger
 
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