CORNER POEMS

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If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way

If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again-
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Interim

The room is full of you!-As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!-
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
A Perplexed Mash

May be not the eventual affection of my life but hodiernal, he is the one about whom i can't hold up fantasizing!

Thinking as to how much I, sec by sec, falling for him and vice-versa from his corner xD

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Sakshi Singh

Sakshi Singh
The Four Days

Nonchalant, i was just working out,
was lied and smiling at some shit of my trainer.

He, doing something biceps or triceps, standing behind the curtain, looking at me, i, coincidentally, looked at him but instantly took off my eyes as of thinking it to be just one of those random eye contacts guys make.
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Sakshi Singh

Sakshi Singh
Address To The Devil

O Prince, O chief of many throned pow'rs!
That led th' embattled seraphim to war!
(Milton, Paradise Lost)

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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
A Dangling Hope

Seconds after seconds
Minutes turns hours
Hours clock months
Months birth years
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
55 Years Of His Existence.

There is blood, There is blood.
In that blood he sees 55 years of his existence.
Blood graces the white floor just as failure graces his existence.
He look long back in his life, He sees a 16 year old to love his loved ones forever.
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Riya Saluja

Riya Saluja
Gone Not Forever

You gone?
Tell him to love you harder,
Never strike your head deeper,
Not walk away when you shout,
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Brian Dredan

Brian Dredan
The Spider And The Fly

“Will you walk into my parlor?”
Said a spider to a fly;
“'Tis the prettiest little parlor
That ever you did spy.
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Mary Howitt

Mary Howitt
The Old Huntsman

I've never ceased to curse the day I signed
A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece.
'Twas a bad deal all round; and dear enough
It cost me, what with my daft management,
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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon
Life

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And never a laugh but the moans come double;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
A Little Dog That Wags His Tail

1185

A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Song Of Seventy Horses

Once again the Steamer at Calais, the tackles
Easing the car-trays on to the quay. Release her!
Sign-refill, and let me away with my horses
(Seventy Thundering Horses!)
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Two Old Houses

Away from mismatched buildings which seems to go on above the 7th heaven with perfect shape and structure yet with poorest enlightenment, there is a pretty yet petty little small town at the edge of the waters.
Away from cold hearts handling warm coffee sitting in crisp winter air, there is a town with warm hearts handling cold coffee in peaceful summer air.
A bit too far away from here in that pretty little town, there is a street with perfect enlightenment and finally in that street, there stands two houses proudly facing each other since 1987.
One house Is bold white and the other one is dull black with same structure, same kind of tulips in their garden which sway slightly in the same air as they nod each other greetings in the morning.
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Riya Saluja

Riya Saluja
Thumbsucker

I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That-s the truth.)
She was tryin- to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
The Names

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.

A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,

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Billy Collins
A Rainy Day

Oh, what a blessed interval
A rainy day may be!
No lightning flash nor tempest roar,
But one incessant, steady pour
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Hattie Howard
Countless Memories

With each and every passing seconds,
With each passing heart beat...
I still remember the moment that i cherished with you....
Although the time spend was little but still those were my bundle of joys
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Pabalpreet Kaur

Pabalpreet Kaur
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,
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
Fear Of The Inexplicable

xistence of the individual; the relationship between
one human being and another has also been cramped by it,
as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of
endless possibilities and set down in a fallow spot on the
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Much In Little

Amid the iris and the rose,
The honeysuckle and the bay,
The wild earth for a moment goes
In dust or weed another way.
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Yvor Winters
Fire Your Bullets

FIRE YOUR BULLETS

Playing 'fight and hide'
The crazy children sing
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
The Camel's Hump

The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get
From having too little to do.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Preludes

I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
Antiphon (i)

Chorus: Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing
'My God and King.'

Verse: The heav'ns are not too high,
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George Herbert

George Herbert
The Gardener Xiv: I Was Walking By The Road

I was walking by the road, I do not
know why, when the noonday was past
and bamboo branches rustled in the
wind.
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Rabindranath Tagore
A Girl's Garden

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Mrs. Kessler

Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army,
And he drew six dollars a month as a pension,
And stood on the corner talking politics,
Or sat at home reading Grant's Memoirs;
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Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters
A Ballad Of Footmen

Now what in the name of the sun and the stars
Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars?

Do men find life so full of humour and joy
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Astræa At The Capitol

WHEN first I saw our banner wave
Above the nation's council-hall,
I heard beneath its marble wall
The clanking fetters of the slave!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Night Funeral In Harlem

Night funeral
In Harlem:

Where did they get
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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
A Girl's Garden

A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Fudges In England. Letter Vii. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----.

IRREGULAR ODE.

Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers,
While yet, beneath some northern sky,
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Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore
Moses

To grace those lines wch next appear to sight,
The Pencil shone with more abated light,
Yet still ye pencil shone, ye lines were fair,
& awfull Moses stands recorded there.
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Thomas Parnell

Thomas Parnell
Blades

SOJOURNER, set down
Your skimming wheel;
Nothing is sharp
That we have of steel:
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Padraic Colum

Padraic Colum
The Windigo

Go easy wit' de paddle, an' steady wit' de
oar
Geev rudder to de bes' man you got among
de crew,
.....

William Henry Drummond
Worms

Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing;
I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod;
The rich loam upturning I gathered them squirming,
big, fat, gleamy earthworms, all ripe for my rod.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Home And Where It Is

(An Indiana judge has recently ruled: As to the right of the
husband to decide the location of the home that “home is
where the husband is.”)

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Alice Duer Miller
Sonnet - To An Octogenarian

Affections lose their object; Time brings forth
No successors; and, lodged in memory,
If love exist no longer, it must die,
Wanting accustomed food, must pass from earth,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
Ang Tunay Na Lalaki (the Real Man) Is Baffled By Cryptic Messages

He finds on cheap match covers.
PLEASE MAKE ME
TASTE LIKE A MAN
is the first one he reads after lighting up
.....

Nick Carbo
The Only Chapter In My Book

The only chapter in my book

By Steve Anc

.....
Steve Anc

Steve Anc
The Dance

A Song

As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
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Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke
Birds Of Prey March

March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies.
Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip.
Front! The faces of the women in the 'ouses
Ain't the kind o' things to take aboard the ship.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me

COME, my beloved, hear from me
Tales of the woods or open sea.
Let our aspiring fancy rise
A wren's flight higher toward the skies;
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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson
A List Of Some Observation...

A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm.
A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on.
Water is glass's most public form.
Man is more frightening than its skeleton.
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Joseph Brodsky
Pigeon

THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon's wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleep-
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
A Hidden Life

Proudly the youth, sudden with manhood crowned,
Went walking by his horses, the first time,
That morning, to the plough. No soldier gay
Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald