Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.
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for Jane

is to be one to the one
closest to you
who shares the air
& other elements
right there next to you

two bodies wrapped in darkness
among millions of other bodies

...

At the end of my day
I remember my old days
I want to relive the childhood plays
Stay a little longer i said.
When the day is over
Can't the time freeze forever
The sun asked why
Shine a little longer i said.
It was a dark night
I was scared, too scared to fight

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I feel sick-the feeling one feels when he has a fever
The same anxiety, ill-mood, and very sober
I feel numb-as the fever triggers inch by inch
Making me worried, I need a pinch
I panic-afraid not to find the right words
Like a nice song played in the wrong chords
Ah..Poem Fever here you are again
Even in my sleep you keep haunting.

So I closed my eyes, the words fall like rain
I pick each line that reaches my brain
Put each mood, emotion and feelings
And every little joy and pain my heart sings
Every verse flows from my heart to my pen
Like a river flowing until now since then
Ah..Poem Fever here you are again
In my dream every night you keep coming.

Like a young girl's cheeks kissed by the wind
I am beaming
Like a bud in the morning kissed by the dew
I am skipping
Like a delicate skin kissed by the sun
I am smiling
Ah..Poem Fever here you are again
Even when I'm at rest, you're insisting.

Like the flowers and bees who are inseparable
We can't separate
Like ice cream and cake you're irresistible

...

wind water earth sky - all things remain the same
for our Lord in heaven above we are but a game

He tests us at every step if we fail
not He but we're ourselves to blame

all day the devotees throng His shrine
chanting His name spreading His fame

desires they've sown for ages in their hearts

...

You took it
I want it back.

I offered a kiss
I didn't offer that.

I was fourteen and you were twenty-one - you should have known better…

I was not ready to be lying on my back
Legs forced open and that was that.
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Out of us all
That make rhymes
Will you choose
Sometimes -
As the winds use
A crack in a wall
Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain
To whistle through -
Choose me,
You English words?

I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer:
Strange as the races
Of dead and unborn:
Strange and sweet
Equally,
And familiar,
To the eye,
As the dearest faces

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Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.

Life is phony! Life is rotten!
And the wealthy have no soul;
Why should you be picking cotton,
Why should I be mining coal?


...

Another flick, a spark, once more awakened the past,
Illustrating memories, are alive and always last.

I recall your visage with, its veins, its charm, and grace.
Some invisible griefs, Behind of that bony face.

Your tender artistic look, at a silly Rubik's parts,
Made your endless affection, dwell in our empty hearts.

You were our J. Keating of Weir's ingenious mind,

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