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.
...
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.
...
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
...
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
...
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.
...
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;
...
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
...
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.
...
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
...
Writing a poem is not about bringing some words together to create some charming sentences. It's so much deeper than that. Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. PoemHunter.com contains an enormous number of famous poems from all over the world, by both classical and modern poets. You can read as many as you want, and also submit your own poems to share your writings with all our poets, members, and visitors.
HEAVY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again.
When the whisp'ring summer breeze is waving o'er me lightly,
When the moaning winter winds their wail of sadness make;
Then dearest, then, thine image riseth brightly,
I am weary of my life, for Edward's sake.
When in the halls of light, all bright and happy faces,
Smiling turn to greet a friend, and wander on
Far through the distant crowd, my heart thy proud form traces,
My eye is sadly fixed on thee alone.
When that dear, familiar voice, some careless word hath spoken,
When thy brow a moment bends, a cold farewell to take;
Then, dearest, then, my heart is well nigh broken,
I am weary of my life, for Edward's sake.
Oh, Edward! dark my doom!--this heart will love for ever,
Though thou wilt never share its joy or pain,
Thine eye will turn to mine, and meet its glance, but never
Beam fondly back on hers who loves in vain.
But when weary life is o'er, and in the grave I'm lying,
(Silently a woman's heart should hide its love and break; )
Then, dearest, then, some voice shall tell thee, sighing,
How weary was my life to me, for Edward's sake.
...
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
...
Down the hall and through the kitchen
There's the litterbox
The one that has the map of cracks
From holding a decade of your weight
Down the hall and through the glass
Two chairs hold the ghosts of you
Cushions still sculpted into the shape of your sleep
The sun used to bathe you there
Finding the specks hidden in your dull green eyes
...
Before love truly blossomed, it was merely a lovely story woven into songs and tucked away in the whispers of midnight prayers.
Then, destiny tiptoed in, and suddenly, the everyday felt anything but ordinary.
Even silence took on a softer hue in the warmth of such tenderness.
The companion of weary days
...
A whispered thought, a story old,
Of God, not solitary, brave and bold.
But with a partner, by his side,
A goddess, where their love could ride.
...
मां—मां होती है,
एक साक्षात जन्नत होती है।
कठिन से कठिन भाषा का,
वो सरल 'Decoder' होती है।
...
On this American Mother's Day,
the flags stir softly in the spring,
front porches glow with morning light,
and every bird seems glad to sing.
...
In life we lose our way, the road is full of obstacles.
We feel lost and alone the rain comes and we are in tears.
Somewhere along the road we take a different direction.
Our spirit finds the guiding light searching for the way.
...
(I wrote this prose observation after studying the 1937 photograph of Lee Miller, entitled: Portrait of Space)
- There's a torn screen framed around the window of the mind. Thoughts, like flies, buzz in and out at will.
The view beyond the screen is a vast and distant desert, not a wasteland mind you, rather a far flung wonder of enchanting possibilities, just beyond site, in the shadows of mesas, canyons, caves, and arroyos, formed by a mysterious wind, that at will blows the soft dust of dreams, desires, and ideas through the riven screen -
But why is the tear there? For that matter why is the screen even there? And why, as a matter of fact, is the window there? Why not just open air, wide open space?
...
Kerouac's Light
The night's to evil
Full moon in full sight
...
Can't quite say how things go so wrong,
And for sure don't know, how so little ever goes right.
People think one is the dark,
And the other must be the light.
...
A whisper in the air,
You call, I call, right there.
Two thoughts, one beat,
A feeling oh so sweet.
...
If this becomes true,
nothing else could be truer,
and all the precedents
were as true as this.
...
Such weird thoughts --
they appear from nowhere,
stir my cortex for a while
and then leave silently.
...
Across the stillness of the night
my soul leaves the earthly plane.
The waters shine bright, and saintly voices sing from the shore.
Through waves of silver light I rise.
...
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.
...
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
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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:
...
(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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
...
185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
...