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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Writing a poem is not about bringing some words together to create some charming sentences. It's so much deeper than that. Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. PoemHunter.com contains an enormous number of famous poems from all over the world, by both classical and modern poets. You can read as many as you want, and also submit your own poems to share your writings with all our poets, members, and visitors.
Waking in the night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing.
It has rained enough
to turn the stubble on the field
black.
Winter rain
falls on the cow-shed;
a cock crows.
The leeks
newly washed white,-
how cold it is!
The sea darkens;
the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white.
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these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
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The trees have secrets
They cover it with leaves
They're spies and undercover thieves
But every year they lose their cover
Their shields fall to the floor
Their defences cracking, one after the other
Shedding their old skin, ready for more
The broken orange promises cry softly as they fall
Covering the floor in a temporary blanket
A break from the cold, a comforting shawl
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Ahmad Mahmood Imperator: Art, Ethics, and Community Engagement
Ahmad Mahmood Imperator is an Afghan poet, performer, and visual artist whose work integrates literary expression with social and ethical engagement. He was born on March 3,1985 (13 Hoot 1363 SH) in Karte-Se, Kabul, and has ancestral roots in Badakhshan, Afghanistan. His artistic practice has developed largely outside formal institutional structures, shaped through direct interaction with communities, public performance, and digital dissemination.
Imperator's cultural work aligns with contemporary models of community-centered art, where creative practice functions as a tool for awareness, dialogue, and social responsibility. His poetry and visual projects circulate widely among diverse audiences, emphasizing accessibility and human connection rather than exclusivity or elite cultural framing.
Thematic concerns in his work include human dignity, displacement, peace-building, and social cohesion. Love appears as an ethical and relational force rather than a private or romantic abstraction. His strongest texts demonstrate emotional discipline, clarity of imagery, and conceptual focus, while other works privilege immediacy and direct communication. This approach reflects a commitment to presence and responsiveness, qualities often central to socially engaged art practices.
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Before the plow, before the seed,
When Earth was wild, a hunter's creed.
Blood type O, a river old,
A story in your veins unfolds.
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Eyes averted, gaze unfixed,
A silent nod to wrongs that mixed.
Believing sight, yet blind within,
You feed the beast where dark sins spin.
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|| श्री महाकाल तांडव स्तुति ✍️ ||
|| संस्कृत काव्य ✒️ || || बाल कृष्ण मिश्रा ✒️ ||
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सदाशिव शंकर महेश्वर महेश,
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The Sunday Special
Upon the bridge where tangled brambles creep,
I wait and watch the sleepers wide awake.
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We are only here because
We heard your bread is better
Your butter is softer
And your milk is creamier
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The sun seeks shelter beyond asphalt and dusty stones.
The sea, calm, cradling the boats gently on her lap.
The sky dresses itself in silver freckles and dusky tones.
While a bell rings in distance, muted through the city's humm.
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Little sparks in the dark of night,
Memories, shining, ever so bright.
Faces we love, voices we hear,
Moments held close, year after year.
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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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