Poems
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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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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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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SOME have won a wild delight,
By daring wilder sorrow;
Could I gain thy love to-night,
I'd hazard death to-morrow.
Could the battle-struggle earn
One kind glance from thine eye,
How this withering heart would burn,
The heady fight to try !
Welcome nights of broken sleep,
And days of carnage cold,
Could I deem that thou wouldst weep
To hear my perils told.
Tell me, if with wandering bands
I roam full far away,
Wilt thou, to those distant lands,
In spirit ever stray ?
Wild, long, a trumpet sounds afar;
Bid mebid me go
Where Seik and Briton meet in war,
On Indian Sutlej's flow.
Blood has dyed the Sutlej's waves
With scarlet stain, I know;
Indus' borders yawn with graves,
Yet, command me go !
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Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.
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Be kind to one, be kind to all
Little hands can do big deeds
Helping friends in their needs
Words of love, a helping hand
Kindness makes a better land
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So, the reason why it bothers me if 2 regrets or not, is because he is teaching 3.
In my mind- A person who is my best friend should be able to sympathize with my experience, That it was not a good contribution.
I dont need to re-live experiences in order to overcome them. To know that I'm stronger now...I already know.
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Fly, fly on wings of love and hope so bright,
In skies where dreams and whispered wishes soar.
With hearts united, face the endless night,
And find in dawn's embrace, what life is for.
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Born in 1475!
In Flourence (Italy) ;
MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI! ! ! !
The son of a poor gentleman called,
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Pablo Picasso! ! !
Born in 1881 at Málaga in Spain;
With an unparallel style of painting.
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A poem is puzzled in my heart
Some words are stuck in my mind
Words are not adjusting on paper
They are flying like butterflies
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Dood, zachte wachter van het einde,
geen vijand, maar een stille vriend.
Je komt niet luid, niet haastig,
maar als een fluistering tussen adem en stilte.
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Every time my mind strayed from the true path,
The unseen hand drew me gently, yet firmly, back.
When shadows gathered, and my thoughts spun webs of doubt,
I rose—each time more resolute, each time less bound.
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You sit in chambers, speaking of change,
Yet the streets whisper hunger's name.
Promises flow like rivers in harmattan,
Dry, empty, leaving cracks in the earth.
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-372
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
(Attempted acrostic on my beloved teacher late Biranchi Narayan Acharya, teacher, Alanahat High School
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Storms have subsided and rains are nowhere to fall now;
Year is coming to an end withing a few days from now on;
Celebrations are the thoughts of many and gather to talk;
Days are joyful to pass on as all are waiting for New Year!
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For those disrespectful
And choose to drive a foreign car
Let me then ask you, please
You feeling like a superstar?
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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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
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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,
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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
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"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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