Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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Last night your faded memory came to me
As in the wilderness spring comes quietly,
As, slowly, in the desert moves thew breeze,
As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace
[Original: Urdu, Translated by: Faiz Ahmed Faiz]
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The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.
The wheels lurched over sprawled dead
But pained them not, though their bones crunched,
Their shut mouths made no moan.
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Theres not even pain, its just- mental
Maybe a heartbeat or two at times
Or looking into the version of you
That seemed like it wasnt the real you
Alas, it was the one you showed me was the act
I saw you with her today
And tried to make sense of it
Did karma come with a mirror
For i remembered a boy who loved me
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By a Father in a Dream
At 2: 37, the silence broke,
The screen blinked blue, the house still spoke.
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Thorns of my weakest,
Let fine the richest;
Fight to the plore
Brank and adore...
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Sevens, campers, ocean, things..
Only last my began wings..
Notes and tons of yourly cons..
Shows and more of filly pons..
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പരിശുദ്ധാത്മാവേ ശക്തി ദായകനെ
പരിശുദ്ധാത്മാവേ ആശ്വാസ ദായകനേ
എന്നിൽ നിറയണമേ നിറഞ്ഞു കവിയണമേ
സഹായ ദായകനെ പരിശുദ്ധാത്മാവേ
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Wheat fields, O wheats, as far as the eye can reach,
You guys are really, really beautiful!
Be you yellow, blue, red, or green,
Through the clear air you appear light and transparent,
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God is my all, my soul, my breath,
My life, my light, my hope in death.
I walked through valleys, far and wide,
With weary steps and broken pride.
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ദൈവമെൻ സർവവും
എൻ ആത്മാവും ജീവനും.
നടന്നതും നടന്നതും ഞാൻ.
വീണതും പോയതും ഞാൻ.
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A little pot!
Very little indeed,
Still it is absolutely full and saturated,
As I stare at it minutely,
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অ্যানির জন্য
লিওনার্ড কোহেন (১৯৩৪-২০১৬) , কানাডা
...
My father left me since child,
I was about seven years old,
Nothing I remember which he told,
Than mother ice cream to sold.
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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