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Undefiled Love

The heart that beats in
The dawn tells it all
Wakening the senses
To its nurtured fist

Ahiable Alfred
My Super Man

In the dreams I dream
Only you visible in thee
My perfect human
With a pale skin you were handsomely made

Maite Lemekwane
Heavens Could Not Wait For You...

If only I had the power
The power to hold your breath
I wouldn't have let it away
I wouldn't have let you close your eyes eternally

Nonkululeko Ngcobo
Teachers- Our Guiding Angels

You inspire us every single day,
With all the knowledgable words you say.
Your wisdom always helps us cure,
Your kindness, makes every heart pure.

Priyadarshini Goel
A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky


A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be

Emily Dickinson
Was Robert Gabriel Mugabe The Twentieth Century Black Angel Gabriel?

Was Robert Gabriel Mugabe the black twentieth century Angel Gabriel?
news of the birth of Zimbabwe,
was brought by Mugabe Gabriel,


Francis Ngwenya
The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell


RINTRAH roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,

William Blake

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
Are all but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Your Sun

I'd be the sun in your moon,
A fire burning in your skies.
Layers of white and orange tune
In petals of flowers yet to bloom.

Az Mo
The Sack Of The Gods

Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we;
I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea.
Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow,
Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!

Rudyard Kipling
My King

Like a molten plastic I become
To stand straight I forget
Hoping I'm not misdemeanoring
For as a fool I don't want to be described

Reneilwe Mathipa
Not Yet (haiku)

He stared at the door
not your time old man as yet
smiled Angel of Death.

Salma Hatim
Ode To Walt Whitman

By the East River and the Bronx
boys were singing, exposing their waists
with the wheel, with oil, leather, and the hammer.
Ninety thousand miners taking silver from the rocks

Federico Garcà­a Lorca
Beautiful River

And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1

Shall we gather at the river

Robert Wadsworth Lowry
A Little Angel

Mama… Is President flying like an eagle? 1997 arrival of President Mkapa to our village
Didn’t know was just a person, that’s how our sisters
Get disappointed, with more expectations from men
Do accidents happen only at bridges and downhill slopes?

Marco Babu
I Still See You In My Dreams

I still see you in my dreams with your angel face in your beautiful white dress, smiling like a queen.

It was the most beautiful day of my dreams that I've ever seen.


Saïdo Beno
The Sonnets Cxliv - Two Loves I Have Of Comfort And Despair

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.

William Shakespeare

I love when you near me
I coulda do this for eternity, you and me
I'm a good boy but for you will drop out
No madness here just silver, gold and two hearts

Jova Petr
My Father

A father I know but never knew
A father who was there but not really there
He stood there like an angel
Who was noticed

Thando Victoria
My Angel

God gave you to me
When i needed you the most
I was sad and felt i could not be
But God knew what he wanted for me

Viona Van Tonder
Higher Lover

Time willingly caught in deja vu, Repeating this timeless moment
I slowly drown in your ocean blue eyes
In this heated atmosphere,we stuck, icily frozen


Faizel Farzee
An Evening

In the evening the sky was overcast.

And through the grove full of silence and grief


Georg Trakl
A Child's Garden

R. L. Stevenson

Now there is nothing wrong with me

Rudyard Kipling
The Judgement Day

The day will break apart
The earth too will split apart
Mankind too will witness apart
When the trumpet sound apart

Derioteidor Kenneth
Children Of Conflict-torn Nation

Children of Conflict Torn Nation

Each child of this sealed country,
Dedicated to the ruined walls,

Mohammad Younus
Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.

William Shakespeare
What If


What if,
our fore parent had not eaten the forbidden fruit

Paciolo Pen Saint
Ad Finem.

On the white throat of the' useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion,
And gathered them close in a grip of death;

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Lost Angel

The heart that I found pure long time ago,
Contaminated by changing the time,
Still online did she bothered to greet me,
Until I wave Her,

Norbu Dorji
Bénédiction (benediction)

Lorsque, par un décret des puissances suprêmes,
Le Poète apparaît en ce monde ennuyé,
Sa mère épouvantée et pleine de blasphèmes
Crispe ses poings vers Dieu, qui la prend en pitié:

Charles Baudelaire
Uncle Sammy.

Some men were born for great things,
Some were born for small;
Some--it is not recorded
Why they were born at all;

Will Carleton
Some Of The Demon And Some Of The Angel

2 eyes, 2 nostrils, one face
does not make us all the same
Eye colour or size
does not define your life


Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care
Thou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st wait
Wet with unhealthy dews before my gate,
And pass the gloomy nights of winter there?

Lope De Vega
Five Poems

Well now, hold on
maybe I won't go to sleep at all
and it'll be a beautiful white night
or else I'll collapse

Frank O'hara
My Peggy's Face.

Tune - "My Peggy's Face."


Robert Burns
Just Half Of That, Please

Grandmother says when I pass her the cake:
'Just half of that, please.'
If I serve her the tenderest portion of steak:
'Just half of that, please.'

Edgar Albert Guest
A Request

When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand
And deliver his summons, at last;
When my brow feels the chill of his cold, clammy hand,
And mortality's struggles are past;

Alfred Castner King
The Old Burying-ground

Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.

John Greenleaf Whittier
On Snow

From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin,
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.

Jonathan Swift
Two Backgrounds

HERE by the ample river's argent sweep,
Bosomed in tilth and vintage to her walls,
A tower-crowned Cybele in armoured sleep

Edith Wharton
Speak, God Of Visions

O, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow!
O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,

Emily Brontë
Via Amoris


IT is not Love, this beautiful unrest,
This tremor of longing that invades my breast:

Edith Nesbit
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call,

Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]


Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,

John Dryden
A Little East Of Jordan


A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,

Emily Dickinson
Highland Mary

Ye banks and braes and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie!

Robert Burns
Absalom And Achitophel

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:

John Dryden
Epigram Addressed To An Artist

DEAR â??â??â??, I'll gie ye some advice,
You'll tak it no uncivil:
You shouldna paint at angels mair,
But try and paint the devil.

Robert Burns
Paradise Lost: Book 01

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man

John Milton
The Prophet

Longing for spiritual springs,
I dragged myself through desert sands ...
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at cross of lands;

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin