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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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I feel sick-the feeling one feels when he has a fever
The same anxiety, ill-mood, and very sober
I feel numb-as the fever triggers inch by inch
Making me worried, I need a pinch
I panic-afraid not to find the right words
Like a nice song played in the wrong chords
Ah..Poem Fever here you are again
Even in my sleep you keep haunting.
So I closed my eyes, the words fall like rain
I pick each line that reaches my brain
Put each mood, emotion and feelings
And every little joy and pain my heart sings
Every verse flows from my heart to my pen
Like a river flowing until now since then
Ah..Poem Fever here you are again
In my dream every night you keep coming.
Like a young girl's cheeks kissed by the wind
I am beaming
Like a bud in the morning kissed by the dew
I am skipping
Like a delicate skin kissed by the sun
I am smiling
Ah..Poem Fever here you are again
Even when I'm at rest, you're insisting.
Like the flowers and bees who are inseparable
We can't separate
Like ice cream and cake you're irresistible
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wind water earth sky - all things remain the same
for our Lord in heaven above we are but a game
He tests us at every step if we fail
not He but we're ourselves to blame
all day the devotees throng His shrine
chanting His name spreading His fame
desires they've sown for ages in their hearts
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You took it
I want it back.
I offered a kiss
I didn't offer that.
I was fourteen and you were twenty-one - you should have known better…
I was not ready to be lying on my back
Legs forced open and that was that.
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Pain flows uphill, slow as shadowed streams,
Each step a burden, each breath a sigh,
Yet in the stillness where salt winds gleam,
The waves, like whispers, catch and reply.
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Beneath the vast canvas of the creeping dusk,
two souls carve their haven,
through shadows and light,
leaves fall to the ground,
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I woke and found the world was wide,
The sky a deeper shade of blue,
The winds that whispered by my side
Spoke truths I long but never knew.
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I ask you
And you answer me too......
Silently though,
My question and your answer
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There was a time when I didn't like myself at all. I thought I was a cruel joke. But now I've come to realise that maybe I am not cute, but I am beautiful.
Why should I try to change who I look like, what my race is? No. I am beautiful because that's the skin I was born with. I love it and I am proud of it.
To this day, the first thing that I do every morning is look in the mirror. I'll tell myself, 'Look at your skin. Look at your teeth and your smile. You are beautiful, you are worthy of love and respect. Don't let the storm make you forget it.'
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Raport rain
Cleans the sludges
The colony is surrounded by water on three sides.
© Manakavingyan
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I write of love yet I don't believe in it anymore,
yet I still dream of love as it soothes me terrified.
I would give love if I could, but I have nothing more,
yet I still try to find it and scream it in songs at night.
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On that last night underneath I wore black velvet.
Time with you never on my side.
Your fingers ran gently across it's softness.
Everything left in the rising tide.
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First stanza, my upper lip.
Second, his.
The chorus, our tongues dancing
to the momentary rhythm.
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விடிந்து விடாதே
இரவு தொடரட்டும்
சூரியனை விடுப்பு எடுக்க சொல்லுங்கள்
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I fear the eyes of strangers cold,
The ones that meet but never hold,
They seem to judge my smallest ways,
In silent scorn they leave me dazed.
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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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