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.
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:
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.
Writing a poem is not about bringing some words together to create some charming sentences. It's so much deeper than that. Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. PoemHunter.com contains an enormous number of famous poems from all over the world, by both classical and modern poets. You can read as many as you want, and also submit your own poems to share your writings with all our poets, members, and visitors.
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I what I hoped before:
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!
I am like,
They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows
Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth
Of delicate features, -- paler, near as grave ;
But then my mother's smile breaks up the whole,
And makes it better sometimes than itself.
So, nine full years, our days were hid with God
Among his mountains : I was just thirteen,
Still growing like the plants from unseen roots
Hydrangea flowering plants,
Meaning water vessel in Greek
For such capsule shape circumstance
To hold the water which they seek.
When the soil is alkaline, hue
Of the flowers is pink a lot.
When the soil is acidic, blue
Is color most flowers have got.
The flowers bloom from early spring
To late fall in large flower heads.
It has been raining everyday
The wet autumnal wind is here
And Mommy Maine just left us today
Peacefully. She just expired, dear
To my Lord, I raise my prayer,
In your loving embrace, I find solace rare.
You are the sun that lights my way,
Guiding me through each night and day.
In this world of ours, there's a girl named Joyce,
She's fiery and fierce, a true force.
But like anyone, she too has limits,
In this poem, her story, let's commit.
In a city of crime, where shadows loom,
Stands a privileged cop, in a polished costume.
With a badge of gold and a smile of charm,
He thinks he's above, he can do no wrong.
In halls of knowledge, minds explore,
Where schools provide a golden door.
Education, like a wellspring flows,
Nurturing minds as it bestows.
In the game of love, there's a strategy I use,
A dance of allure, a whimsical ruse.
I play hard to get, a skill quite fine,
Igniting desire, like a sparkling wine.
In a magical forest, so mystical and grand,
There lived a curious creature, so small yet so bland.
With eyes wide open, it would venture and roam,
But little did it know, of the consequences to come.
In a world of movement all so grand,
There danced a figure, peculiar and unplanned,
A strange dancer, unlike any seen before,
With steps that left us begging for more.
Hello, dear uncle, how do you do?
It's always a pleasure to see someone like you.
With your warm smile and kind heart,
You bring joy and light to every part.
In a grand city, where romance thrives,
Resides the Queen of Paris, in elegant guise.
Regal and graceful, she struts with poise,
Through the streets of beauty, she enchants all boys.
In youth's wild maze, there's a crazy faze,
Where dreams and thrills collide like a raucous craze.
It's a time of rebellion, of zest and fire,
A chapter where hearts dare to climb higher.
In a corner of my room, so still and low,
Sits a pile of memories, wrapped like a bow.
It gathers dust, untouched for quite some time,
A collection of moments, both sweet and sublime.
In the absence
You left behind
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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,
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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:
(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
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 -