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
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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Death, tho' I see him not, is near
And grudges me my eightieth year.
Now, I would give him all these last
For one that fifty have run past.
Ah! he strikes all things, all alike,
But bargains: those he will not strike.
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.
Said I, not being very old,
'By golly gosh, you must be cold! '
'No, no! ' she cried. 'Indeed I'm not!
I'm feeling devilishly hot! '
My heart remains full, but my arms now are empty,
Envisioning you is wed to the past.
My soul a lone sentry,
The race now is finished,
The finish-line attained,
But… to it I came last.
No longer the hopes,
The poems that are half-finished.
No longer the dreams-forever apart.
It's essential to conserve endangered animals
Seeing is believing,
But, I know you're there,
Your spirit is my shadow,
I sense you everywhere.
Let's breathe this morning...
together my love...
let it be...
The farmer and his family
Came my way to live off the land.
And they all came to live with me,
Hard life they came to understand.
of the innocent heart
of the skies,
I am Slater, a harbor seal.
I am one of the four seals who
Think the Seal Pool is a good deal
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
Grandmother, Mother and now I
Work in a small shop open to
The public with select supply
Of thoughts to think and deeds to do.
A beautiful poem write is kind
Covering everything in your mind
Comprehensively you see, you write
During like a long, night-long ghostwrite
It is no good for you and me.
For you and me it is all bad.
It's plain for both of us to see
All the good's gone that once we had.
In your mind's eye exactly
And prancing merrily
Under the guise of the devil
With skewed spooky evil
Today I've no inspiration at all
Can't even think right
Maybe I'm havin'mental angina
So I mus'read well to reason well
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation
right across the border from the liquor store
and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week
I will never forget you my dearest soulmate..
these old meomries will never fade...
you've always laid me in your shade...
whenever I trembled or felt afraid....
1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are
3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
I was like a withered flower in a barren desert,
till I breathed your smile that brought life to my heart.
I was like a homeless child looking for a shelter.
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
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.