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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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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He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realize,' he said,
'The bitterness of life! '
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
'Unless you leave this house,' he said,
'I'll send for the police! '
he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak! '
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
'If this should stay to dine,' he said,
'There won't be much for us! '
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
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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,
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Pretty hurts, the saying goes
But do we truly know
The depth of pain it can bestow
On those who try to fit the mold
They say beauty is in the eye
But why does it make us cry
When we can't seem to measure up
To the standard they have set up
We're told to have flawless skin
And bodies that are thin
...
Cold Brothers
'Cold Brothers..! ' they mock
Chilli, 'pepper, mustard at
...
Falling utterance
Sail through ripples to console
Wavering ocean
...
Leaf's green flower's red
Brown's trunk many hues is soil
Sky is blue sun is yellow
What's water's colour
...
A narrow river
Rippleless in silent run
Bereaved castle on the bank
Left past mourned in dusk
...
Saturday morning, May 11, 2024 at 8: 53 a.m.
Michael Morgan refused to admit incriminating
evidence in the case of The State of North Carolina
...
In the infinite spread from horizon to horizon,
In infinite realms of both visible and invisible,
Where can I probe you to confirm your truth?
...
The truth is in every human, a story waiting to be told
A depth of emotion, a soul that's old
A heart that beats with wisdom, a mind that's aware
A unique perspective, that's beyond compare
...
Saturday morning, May 11,2024 at 7: 45 a.m.; now 8: 48 a.m., Poem Hunter has yet to publish this poem
At the Graffiti, here in downtown Cary,
North Carolina, there's this ' cop bitch' Melanie
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In the void, where shadows dwell,
Nothingness whispers, a silent spell.
No light to guide, no sound to hear,
Just emptiness, devoid of fear.
...
May we haywire in the monsoon stream
Riding upon the little canopy at dead end of twist
With nerves upon the nerves and blood spoiling the blood too?
Cloud after clouds with shrouded moon
...
In the quiet whispers of anonymity,
I find solace, a hidden sanctuary.
No more the weight of expectation's strain,
As I dissolve into the bliss of being plain.
...
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:
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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
...
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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