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;
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.
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
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Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?
Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering-
A newly spaded mound?
Gentle beam, shall I implore
Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
A pair of lying lips?
Swing you low or high away,
Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say-
Lest you should grant me him.
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
O God almighty,
sacrifice for you what then
if life is so cheap?
Every thought idea or plan, for future days,
In reality, is a dream, no one knows their length,
Of time, in this life's stay.
Experiences you will have in this life, some are,
The fact is people come to my home without my permission, hence claiming that i should marry them and for this reason they forget that they are illiterate and as a result they humiliate me for this matter.
The fact is i am an author, hence i am published across the globe and for this reason by Poem Hunter from San Francisco and as a result i do not want to undermine my ability, by marrying the dogs like them meaning i don't care if you are white, black, indian or a coloured for this matter.
Now, bend not, break not
The Christ Light will be your guide
The dark night is commensurate with the clouds that roll up the clouds so that the moonlight is no longer visible
Seen sad and blue emotion in an area at that time
Just when this nation celebrates the Pancasila Sanctity Day
However, it was marred by an incident in the world of football which he said was a public spectacle
I discovered quite painfully
with all good works there is a question:
How do we pay for it?
Manson, the surgeon.
I know of a famous neuro-surgeon who retired at 65
to write a book that made him more famous
Golden dawns and new beginnings,
Looking to horizons far,
Hope is with me in each morning,
Optimism keeps me calm.
Will I ever feel the sun once again?
I don't know when.
For you were the one,
Who put warmth into my days,
Deep down memories are starting to fade away,
Winters we spent together seems are here to stay
Thinking about the best days we had, l start to pray
For you to come back and l be the prey.
For beauty of flowers
I don't have words to say
How they shed sweet colors
How gracefully in wind they sway
I behold you as the solitary flower
On the ends of a branch-let
Ah, your fragrance travels miles
Gratifying even the dull insects!
you have entered the trap room kid
don't be like others that goes in and out
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
Your presence is near
I wish you were here
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…….
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.