Poems for MySpace

Neither had I feared a backlash
Nor attempted to make eye wash
Wished smooth passage and no down fall
Prayed almighty not face any distress call
Childhood passed off under the protection
Parents looked after without my action
I was lucky to have their protective shield
Seeds were growing and offering high yield
Horizon seemed to me vast and open
Blue sky and earth were no less than heaven
I could think of major leap forward
Acts for brave person and not that of coward
I had to be reasonably alert and cautious
World and people around seemed to be vicious
Making headway was concern and cause of worry
Still it did not bother as I was not in hurry
I had to learn a lot from rising sun
Reaching on the top without making run
Not to fall back from destiny under slight pretext
It was high time to undergo vigorous test
Let it not prove as difficult task
Honest dealing without putting on mask
I may suffer heavily on this count
Difficulties may surface and pressure mounts
I shall withstand the waves and shocks
Sea waters rush and knock at the rocks
Will do everything to wither the storm
Brave front always to remain in form
Luck or no luck can weaken the spirit
Best efforts should be made on merit
We may face down fall or momentary setback
It may teach lessons from the drawbacks

im writing from a car
lunging down a narrowing highway
clouds like stretchmarks are peeking
through the windshield
my protal to the world
and im slowly getting tired
of fighting
every moment of my waking life
i fight while i sleep
there are two of me operating in my brain
sometimes they slap each other
sometimes they bite
it seems i gave up smoking
i quit the drinking
and in a fit of inspiration
i scribbled a life plan on lined notebook paper
available in case of panic i placed it in my wallet
everything evaporates condenses reduces
into the two of me playing chicken with emotional hot rods
collectors items even
someday
they havent invented a pill for that yet
as the sun shines through stretchmarks
in my eyes and covering my thighs
proud battle scars
that are surely
my own

hush out the touch
the violation with in
spank out that memory
release from me
climb down from Air
jump into the Water
breath in star fish
and take it from there

I do stupid things
I talk about stupid stuff
I have stupid friends
You, him, her, and Cupid
I am the king of stupidity
My middle name is spell stupid backwards
If you look in the dictionary
The meaning of stupid is me
One of my friends got detention just for calling me stupid
And while I was writing this stupid poem
I was thinking of you
Now don’t feel offended yet
Because you are not stupid
No sir, only stupid people would write this
You in the order hand read the poem
You, my friend is an Idiotic Genius
And for that I applaud you.

No escaping them and
they are blessed by
origins survival true

A fleeting glance cannot
allay devotion beaming
through reminding me

There is a life they say
in and colours
of the palest

And these mementos
blaze above the pyres
of love’s mislaid lament

Your sentence is to die
a thousand deaths with
each enamoured glance

I cannot look and try to
turn away – nothing left
but pungent memories

I live in this world
A busy on perhaps
crammed everyday
I live on the softball field
From school I go to practice
From practice I go
At home I do homework
Then I go to bed
Then the my kaotic world start over again

life is power, life is love, life is hate, life is a un-predictable thing of living
on this life subtance that is joined of death. death is that five letter word that was joined to that four lettered word life death is an over powering subtance of life that one person will feel at least a few times in a life-time. life is a dramatic feature of the circle of life

Life is a song-sing it,
Life is a challenge-accept it,
Life is a game-play it,
Life is a sea of sorrows-overcome it,
Life is a fight-face it,
Life is a journey-cover it,
Life is full of happiness-enjoy it,
Life is a wish-get it,
Life is a book -read it,
Life is precious-save it.

Sonnet Mondal National poet of India

WHAT IS LIFE?
A POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA

A sweet memory of childhood is life,
Sometimes delicacy of a flower is life,
Sometimes hardness of life is life,
Desire to get something is life,
Sadness to loose something is life,
Sometimes a sweet dream is life,
Sometimes it looks punishment is life,
I don`t uptill now,
What is life?

Abusing life you will never win
Abusing life what a time you will live
Abusing life never wanting more
Abusing life at someones door
Abusing life my friend is doing
Abusing life and crying
Abusing life did you ever think
Abusing life moving on, hurting every one
Abusing life she is hurt and alone
Abusing life I’m here to help
Abusing life you don’t know what you want
Abusing life good-bye my friend
Abusing life you are now dead