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
I want you to know
You know how this is:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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.
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
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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As you are Young, if you'l be also Wise,
Danger with Honour court, Quarrels despise;
Believe you then are truly Brave and Bold,
To Beauty when no Slave, and less to Gold;
When Vertue you dare own, not think it odd,
Or ungenteel to say, I fear a God.
Lovers whose lifted hands are candles in winter,
Whose gentle ways like streams in the easy summer,
For secret setting of a child, love what they do,
Thinking they make that candle immortal, those streams
And yet do better than they know.
So the first flutter of a baby felt in the womb,
Its little signal and promise of riches to come,
As dusk descends, the twilight paints its hue,
A canvas swathed in whispers of the night.
The heavens, like a curtain draped askew,
Reveal the stars, ablaze with golden light.
Each twinkle winks, a secret to unfold,
A tale of dreams that flicker in the dark.
The moon, a pearl amidst the vastness cold,
Serenades silence with its silver arc.
Admire me for what I am good at
Love me for what I am bad at
If you love me for what I am good at
As a Spring breeze,
Stale Thoughts. Is There Still, Originality?
Quantity Is Money.
Society, Seems 2 Want 2 B More Social.
Special 2 Special.
A large cup of ice,
Is regular soda price.
Make sure to fill up.
Dewy dark beauty
living for orange dawn sun
and pink butterflies
In the hour of gold sunrise
In paroxysm nothing
appeals. I test the burning home.
Where the pigeons will nest now.
In the afternoon, the rain falls upon the park, on everything, the verdant lay.
It's heard the sound of forming beads on leaves, and the droplet dances.
Whene'er it's swaying by breeze, a refreshing essence is released from the branches,
The greenish shadows're in tranquility of the long, serene summer day.
poems in multitude.
''This is not to say that a network is always present everywhere: it means rather that its presence and absence tend to be indeterminate.''
A colon can give a sentence an entirely different meaning.
Sentence 1: Johnny ate the chicken's liver.
Your presence is near
I wish you were here
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.
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....
............sitting here in the stillness
...............staring out the window
...at darkness my friend and my foe.
Poetry is sexy
Its lyrics aim to please
My pan head
Mine you are
And Yours I am
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
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 -
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—