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;
...
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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
...
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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SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his
statements,
As contending against some being or influence.
...
These fine days have been my ruin.
On this kind of day I resigned
My job in 'Pious Foundations'
On this kind of day I started to smoke
On this kind of day I fell in love
On this kind of day I forgot
To bring home bread and salt
On this kind of day I had a relapse
Into my versifying disease.
These fine days have been my ruin.
...
In the depths of silence where shadows dance,
Where whispers linger in a trance,
Thoughtless minds drift through the night,
Lost in a world devoid of light.
A symphony of chaos in the mind's abyss,
Where clarity fades, lost in the mist,
Echoes of forgotten dreams resound,
In the realm where thoughts are unbound.
...
Cosmic travails in heavens viewed
attest to Mother Nature's brood
uncountable in boundless skies
infinities our mind denies
...
Some things do not become part of folklore, legend or rumour
All things on earth work in turns
Like all the letters of a type-machine do not come on paper at the same time
Like we cannot see all the scenes of a play at once
...
A poet from a village, town or district
undertakes a long journey to meet a metropolitan poet
...
I want to be a cartoonist,
Want to draw,
want to sketch,
The ugly faces into beautiful cartoons,
...
In shadows deep, where whispers sigh,
Beneath the cloak of velvet sky,
There lies a tale of silent death,
The day you breathed your final breath.
...
Every now and then
You creep back into my mind,
Even I am far
Miles and miles away from land,
...
We're light balloons
Afloat around
Tend to rise high to the sky
For fear of deflated,
...
By Stanley Collymore
Karen Matthews, in my honest
assessment of her situation,
...
When the nights are long and lonely,
And the days a struggle too,
I will interlace my finger with yours,
And I will guide you through,
...
By Stanley Collymore
It's quite ridiculous, futile and
likewise counterproductive
...
When I first saw her beauty shine, I sensed my lonely heart would pine!
As courage melted fears away, I talked to her that very day.
How could I touch her fingertips or even kiss her perfect lips?
How could I hide the love inside from one I prayed would be my bride?
...
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.
...
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
...
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 -
...
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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