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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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 most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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Only you, O Iranian woman, have remained
In bonds of wretchedness, misfortune, and cruelty;
If you want these bonds broken,
grasp the skirt of obstinacy
Do not relent because of pleasing promises,
never submit to tyranny;
become a flood of anger, hate and pain,
excise the heavy stone of cruelty.
It is your warm embracing bosom
that nurtures proud and pompous man;
it is your joyous smile that bestows
on his heart warmth and vigour.
For that person who is your creation,
to enjoy preference and superiority is shameful;
woman, take action because a world
awaits and is in tune with you.
Sleeping in a dark grave is happier for you
than this abject servitude and misfortune;
where is that proud man..? Tell him
to bow his head henceforth at your threshold.
Where it that proud mane? Tell him to get up
because a woman is here rising to battle him;
her words are the truth, in which cause
she will never shed tears out of weakness.
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In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
are bent legs bouncing
on clouds below. A flag
wags like a fishhook
down there in the sky.
The arched stone bridge
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Let's make the difference
Act like never, change their preference.
To the words that seem timeless,
Sing and dance overcome loneliness.
For the times you lied,
To your inner self that died.
It's not the happiness that's shown outside,
It's the pain that's held within.
Thoughts that you worried about,
That haunt your way throughout.
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He walks in silence, tall and slow,
With eyes that see the seeds we sow.
Not here to punish, not to blame,
But to burn the lies we drape in name.
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I am just thunder and lightning coming to life.
Coming to strike and light a fire in the night
I am just a fire circle about to break at the seams.
And shake up your life and stick to you like glue.
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I will not dance to the sorrow of your song.
I will not worry if my guitar is tuned.
Oh, darling, none of your love affirmations
Will keep my heart and soul intact or amused.
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After the storm, they must count the fatalities.
Remember this tragedy with other tragedies.
And weep like they have never wept before.
While some souls will rest on the seafloor
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Caught between
heaven and earth.
But Yet, , , (Love)
is the greatest
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Only one star away. And
with each night that passes,
the morning brings me
closer everyday. For I know
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This is for the first time,
I see.....
The great thing
In course of my journey,
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You watched me grow
Held me to your breast
Then you watched me go
Off to a faraway death
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-422
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
I do not know
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Sometimes, we are like the bowed green willows,
Admired by others for our beauty—
Our lush greenery, our graceful, hanging branches—
Yet no one sees the weight we bear.
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Hope in the soul
Sings the tune
It never stops
In the chillest lands
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I am punishing my heart for letting you occupy its every beat.
And my mind for thinking only of you, day and night.
I am punishing my eyes for failing to see the truth,
And my mouth for speaking of you too often.
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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