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
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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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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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Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
Three times I drove the demon out,
Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . .
And yet I know beyond a doubt
He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet.
I know I'm mad, I ought to tell
The doctors, let them care for me,
Confine me in a padded cell
And never, never set me free;
But Oh how cruel that would be!
For I am young - and comely too . . .
Yet dim my demon I can see,
And there is but one thing to do.
Three times I beat the foul fiend back;
The fourth, I know he will prevail,
And so I'll seek the railway track
And lay my head upon the rail,
And sight the dark and distant train,
And hear its thunder louder roll,
Coming to crush my cursed brain . . .
Oh God, have mercy on my soul!
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Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
...
The cold forest and your gaze
give shivers down my spine
Your red bloody eyes and teeth
are the most horrifying
Pale skin of yours
as white as clouds
baby kiss me more and take me otherside
Give my heart a lightning strike...
Oh my lover...that somehow happened to be my first like...
...
Constellation of stars hung above me,
I wandered in the light of the night
To make me see, they followed me
The million eyes at no man's height
...
There came a silent knock,
on my frail gentle door
and I strove to turn the lock
in the sorrow cloth I wore
...
we met again,
at lethe's flowing stream
she wept and sang in pain
like life was just a world of dream
...
It was 3: 00 a.m. in Bowie Maryland in the year of our Lord,1861.
A drum roll passed by in the night not more than a mile away, and Billy couldn't tell whether it was coming from the Yanks or the Rebs. Both of Billy's brothers had left home in the past two months. His oldest brother Jeb having joined the Army of Northern Virginia, while his next oldest brother Seth was now fighting for the Union with Major General George G. Meade in the Army of the Potomac. Billy's family was like a lot of other families in Maryland, and the Western Shore of Virginia, with some men choosing to fight for the North while many chose the South.
Billy was just about to turn sixteen and still had not chosen his side. He had friends and family fighting for both and knew that the time was getting short for him to choose. He couldn't imagine fighting against either of his older brothers, but once he decided the possibility would definitely be there. Billy pulled the bed covers over his head and thought back to a more pleasant time — a day when his two older brothers had taken him fishing in Mayo along the western shore of the Chesapeake Bay.
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I wake! I wake! I wake!
It was for my love's only sake
What then have I dreamt overnight
That brought tears to this weeping sight?
...
I feel like stucked.
Stucked with the thoughts
Stucked with realation s
And In the dilemmas of
...
When I slept,
there was no me
Nor all of them
in me
...
The symbol of obedience and dignity
This is my hijab and also my identity
Covering my hair and body is my priority
It is rather sad that we are the minority
...
courtesy evil ferocious wraithlike grimace
Acrimonious scurrilous words
flew out the mouth
...
Which is Real - Pride by Advertisement or by Natural pride?
if honour and respect come from everywhere for one for a great
Deed one has done in the world, it's a matter of great pride
...
Gas station snacks piled in the free seat,
windows half-cracked to catch onrushing air,
velocity cools the day's outer heat,
blowing around my girlfriend's auburn hair.
...
'Torn democracy'!
Torn communism!
Torn socialism!
Torn damned religion!
...
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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