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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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:
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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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Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters he.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently-
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls-
Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
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I too was a poet once O life of my words, but I cannot remember
Since I have forgotten you the love of my art too, I cannot remember
Yesterday during a coversation with my heart I learnt
that any forelock, lips, any mouth, I cannot rememeber
In the city of intellect insanity is quiet as if
the very spontainety the rabid fluidity of his speech, he cannot rememebr
Firstly I was not familiar with the mannerisms required for ruins
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A steadfast smile courts incoming waves,
raucously lapping in song.
Undulant dominion yields prayers,
of sailors yearning to come home.
Her lips acclaim dulcet words,
torn from heaven's horizon.
Empathy echoes throughout,
Above frigid lurch clouds.
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In her casual sway,
She is love Supreme,
Night and day,
The clouds,
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The Echo Chamber: A Spiral into Despair
In unseen depths, a mind in disarray,
Voices whisper, lead astray.
Invisible puppeteers, the strings they pull,
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She is simple, smart and noble,
Always smiling and shying away,
Gracious and happy to be around with,
She is a shoulder to cry on,
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जन्मदिन की शुभकामनाएं, माँ ✨
यह छोटी सी कोशिश आपके लिए,
क्या तोहफा दूं आपको?
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It commences with a sip, a hit, a taste,
A life of indulgence, no moment to waste,
Filling a chasm, an innermost ache,
A life of evasion, with facades to make.
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The sun rises
In the early morning,
I realise
The day is for me,
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Love, always supreme,
Will seek out the beloved
And there, rest in love.
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I cry in rains, to hide my tears,
While the world goes on, with all its cheers.
I let the drops, merge with my pain,
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Many soldiers have died for the USA.
We're paying tribute to those people today.
When those soldiers died, it brought about plenty of sorrow.
They fought and died so that America could have a tomorrow.
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Like an Unwritten Lyric,
Filled with rhapsody, and
Schmaltz, There is a ballad inside me,
Waiting to waltz...
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When times are gray
When nothing seems to be going your way
When things aren't sound
and when the whole
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An ocean is too deep
The sky has no end
My mind questions
The depth and infinity
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Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
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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.
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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....
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He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
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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.
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As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm
about President Buhari's second term bid;
an ever-increasing multitude of potential
voters across ethnic divides, seem to be
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
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
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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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