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Archived All that is gold does not glitter -Tolkien (Poems)

submitted 1.9 years ago by SunflowerSutra to Poems (+13|-0)

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All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

-J.R.R. Tolkien (The Lord of the Rings series)

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Love should be unaffected by time // Slam Poetry

Archived Love should be unaffected by time // Slam Poetry (youtube.com)

submitted 1.6 years ago by JasonSmithy to Poems (+7|-0)

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Archived Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (Poems)

submitted 1.4 years ago by EdSnowden to Poems (+8|-1)

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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.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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Archived The Old Gray Cat (Poems)

submitted 1.6 years ago by HWY__395 to Poems (+5|-0)

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Old Gray Cat

Tempts the December snow.

Old Gray Cat

He sees the light behind the panes.


Old Gray Cat

He looks with hope in the window.

Wants a homeless cat,

To open it.


Waits that one day someone

The cat will call to her.

Old Gray Cat

This hope lives.


Dirty wet wool,

It is empty and dry in the mouth,

But the old gray cat

He believes in kindness ...


So this old cat

Many countless years,

Quietly sitting under the window,

With faith he looks at the light

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Archived The world is a stage... (Poems)

submitted 1.8 years ago by Nadeshda to Poems (+5|-0)

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"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.

And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

  • William Shakespeare

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Night Terrors. Poems to Trouble your Sleep

Archived Night Terrors. Poems to Trouble your Sleep (vid.me)

submitted 1.7 years ago by ArtsyLiberationz to Poems (+4|-0)

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Archived Remembered a poem I really liked from here that I couldn't find, but I rediscovered it. (willowmanor.blogspot.com)

submitted 1.1 years ago by Hawkeye1466 to Poems (+4|-0)

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Archived Beauty Xxv - Poem by Khalil Gibran (Poems)

submitted 1.2 years ago by Nadesh to Poems (+3|-0)

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Beauty Xxv - Poem by Khalil Gibran

And a poet said, 'Speak to us of Beauty.'

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, 'Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.'

And the passionate say, 'Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.'

The tired and the weary say, 'beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.'

But the restless say, 'We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.'

At night the watchmen of the city say, 'Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.'

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, 'we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.'

In winter say the snow-bound, 'She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.'

And in the summer heat the reapers say, 'We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.'

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

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Archived SMOKE THROUGH A KEYHOLE - Christopher Reilley (Poems)

submitted 1.1 years ago by Nadesh to Poems (+3|-0)

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SMOKE THROUGH A KEYHOLE

Life is an attic room

packed with memories,

old and new, shiny and sharp,

broken or patched together.

They are piled where they fell,

one atop the other,

hiding older ones

beneath the new.

A trunk full of this,

and a case of those,

a few of these spilled across the space.

The bits of ephemera

collected through a lifetime

that define not only

where we have been,

but what we have brought back.

Each time we draw in

we pull another memory

into the attic of our soul,

disturb the dust,

refresh the contact

with what we were,

to build

what we are.

Some moments we waste,

and others we carve

our initials on,

tying them to our soul,

chaining them

to ourselves,

making them ours.

And as we move through

Time’s pathways

to the next beginning,

we leave the room

empty, a bit at a time,

smoke through a keyhole.

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Archived Innocence Of A Rose By Candice Renae Williams (Poems)

submitted 1 year ago by Nadesh to Poems (+3|-0)

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Love is delicate,

As like the petals of a rose

Love is innocent,

like the purity of a rose

Love is delightful,

like the smell of a rose

Love hurts,

like the thorns of a rose.

Love begins,

like a seed.

and like a rose,

If you water it;

It grows.

by Candice Renae Williams

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Archived Ode to a Fart. (Poems)

submitted 1 year ago by Ex-Redditor to Poems (+4|-1)

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A fart is a pleasant thing,

It gives the belly ease.

It warms the bed in winter

And suffocates the fleas.

A fart can be quiet,

A fart can be loud.

Some leave a powerful

But poisonous cloud.

A fart can be short

Or a fart can be long.

Some farts have been known

To sound like a song.

A fart can create

A most curious medley.

A fart can be harmless

Or silent and deadly.

A fart might not smell,

While others are quite vile.

A fart may pass quickly

Or linger a while.

A fart can occur

In a number of places.

And leave everyone there

With strange looks on their faces.

From wide-open prairies,

To small elevators,

A fart will find us all,

Sooner or later!

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Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream - Pablo Neruda

Archived Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream - Pablo Neruda (allpoetry.com)

submitted 2.5 years ago by NeedleStack to Poems (+3|-0)

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Absurdity of existence

Archived Absurdity of existence (ipfs.pics)

submitted 3 years ago by toats to Poems (+8|-1)

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Archived The Vicious Snake - Read At Rallies by Donald Trump (Poems)

submitted 1.5 years ago by Howie to Poems (+2|-0)

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Al Wilson

On her way to work one morning

Down the path along side the lake

A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake

His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew

“Poor thing,” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you”

“Take me in tender woman

Take me in, for heaven’s sake

Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

She wrapped him all cozy in a comforter of silk

And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk

She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived

She found that pretty snake she’d taken to had bee revived

“Take me in, tender woman

Take me in, for heaven’s sake

Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

She clutched him to her bosom, “You’re so beautiful,” she cried

“But if I hadn’t brought you in by now you might have died”

She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight

Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite

“Take me in, tender woman

Take me in, for heaven’s sake

Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

“I saved you,” cried the woman

“And you’ve bitten me, but why?

You know your bite is poisonous and now I’m going to die”

“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin

“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in

“Take me in, tender woman

Take me in, for heaven’s sake

Take me in, tender woman,” sighed the snake

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Archived Deep State (Poems)

submitted 10 months ago by dooob to Poems (+4|-2)

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Page and Strozk,

Sitting in a tree,

T – E – X – T – I – N – G!

First comes TREASON,

Dems in Confusion!

When Sessions drops the HAMMER

Russian Witch Hunt sees its Conclusion!

https://www.neonrevolt.com/2018/04/26/a-legend-exposed-a-renegade-in-the-killbox-and-the-sleeper-has-awakened-releasethetexts-qanon-newq-greatawakening/

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Archived Light Shining Out Of Darkness - William Cowper (Poems)

submitted 1.1 years ago by Nadesh to Poems (+2|-0)

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God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace;

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain:

God is His own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

by:

William Cowper (26 November 1731 – 25 April 1800)

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Archived Immigrant Song (Poems)

submitted 1.2 years ago by sweetholymosiah to Poems (+2|-0)

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We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing

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Archived Orlando Furioso: Italian romantic epic by Ludovico Ariosto, published in 1532 (books.google.com)

submitted 1.2 years ago by Nadesh to Poems (+2|-0)

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Archived THE CHAOS BY DR. GERARD NOLST TRENITE (Poems)

submitted 2.4 years ago by goatboy to Poems (+3|-0)

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Dearest creature in creation,

Study English pronunciation.

I will teach you in my verse

Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.

I will keep you, Suzy, busy,

Make your head with heat grow dizzy.

Tear in eye, your dress will tear.

So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.

Pray, console your loving poet,

Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!

Just compare heart, beard, and heard,

Dies and diet, lord and word, Sword and sward, retain and Britain.

(Mind the latter, how it's written.)

Now I surely will not plague you

With such words as plaque and ague.

But be careful how you speak:

Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;

Cloven, oven, how and low,

Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.

Hear me say, devoid of trickery,

Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,

Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,

Exiles, similes, and reviles;

Scholar, vicar, and cigar,

Solar, mica, war and far;

One, anemone, Balmoral,

Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;

Gertrude, German, wind and mind,

Scene, Melpomene, mankind.

Billet does not rhyme with ballet,

Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.

Blood and flood are not like food,

Nor is mould like should and would.

Viscous, viscount, load and broad,

Toward, to forward, to reward.

And your pronunciation's OK

When you correctly say croquet,

Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,

Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous; clamour

And enamour rhyme with hammer.

River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,

Doll and roll and some and home.

Stranger does not rhyme with anger,

Neither does devour with clangour.

Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,

Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,

Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,

And then singer, ginger, linger,

Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,

Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Compare alien with Italian,

Dandelion and battalion.

Sally with ally, yea, ye,

Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.

Say aver, but ever, fever,

Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.

Heron, granary, canary.

Crevice and device and aerie.

Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!

Is a paling stout and spikey?

Won't it make you lose your wits,

Writing groats and saying grits?

It's a dark abyss or tunnel:

Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,

Islington and Isle of Wight,

Housewife, verdict and indict.

Finally, which rhymes with enough --

Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?

Hiccough has the sound of cup.

My advice is to give up!!!

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Archived A Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost (Poems)

submitted 3.2 years ago by fire_eyeballs to Poems (+8|-0)

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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

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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Archived A Casualty - Robert William Service (Poems)

submitted 4 years ago by Win to Poems (+2|-0)

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A Casualty

 

That boy I took in the car last night,

With the body that awfully sagged away,

And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,

And the poor hands folded and cold as clay --

Oh, I've thought and I've thought of him all the day.

 

For the weary old doctor says to me:

"He'll only last for an hour or so.

Both of his legs below the knee

Blown off by a bomb. . . . So, lad, go slow,

 

And please remember, he doesn't know."

So I tried to drive with never a jar;

And there was I cursing the road like mad,

When I hears a ghost of a voice from the car:

"Tell me, old chap, have I `copped it' bad?"

So I answers "No," and he says, "I'm glad."

 

"Glad," says he, "for at twenty-two

Life's so splendid, I hate to go.

There's so much good that a chap might do,

And I've fought from the start and I've suffered so.

'Twould be hard to get knocked out now, you know."

 

"Forget it," says I; then I drove awhile,

And I passed him a cheery word or two;

But he didn't answer for many a mile,

So just as the hospital hove in view,

Says I: "Is there nothing that I can do?"

 

Then he opens his eyes and he smiles at me;

And he takes my hand in his trembling hold;

"Thank you -- you're far too kind," says he:

"I'm awfully comfy -- stay . . . let's see:

I fancy my blanket's come unrolled --

My feet, please wrap 'em -- they're cold . . . they're cold."

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Archived The Pecan Tree Poem (archive.org)

submitted 2.4 years ago by char1ey to Poems (+3|-1)

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Remember the Day

Archived Remember the Day (i.imgur.com)

submitted 3.3 years ago by simagule to Poems (+10|-2)

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Archived noon concert haiku (Poems)

submitted 3.6 years ago by rchifflet to Poems (+4|-0)

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a Bach partita

on Cathedral piano;

three candy cadence

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Heavy Breathing Cat recites "Let's Live Suddenly Without Thinking"

Archived Heavy Breathing Cat recites "Let's Live Suddenly Without Thinking" (youtube.com)

submitted 3.4 years ago by Tor1 to Poems (+1|-0)

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