FINAL POEMS

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Deep In Silence

i stared at all my stars as each one fell to the ground
i opened my mouth to scream but failed to make a single sound
The serpent's tail wrapped all around my body as i fight to breathe
Making all these decisions, contemplating, wondering where they'll all lead
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Ella.petite

Ella.petite
I Am Sorry

I'm sorry i could not protect you from the hands of evil that took you away from this world

And you could give so much to it

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Martina Rimbaldo

Martina Rimbaldo
Mystery

MYSTERY

Mystery is like a book
whose first and last pages
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
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
Elegy Xix. - Written In Spring, 1743

Again the labouring hind inverts the soil;
Again the merchant ploughs the tumid wave;
Another spring renews the soldier's toil,
And finds me vacant in the rural cave.
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William Shenstone
The Fraternal Duel

‘Oh! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!
I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:
Nought is so dreadful to my gloom as light!
Nothing so dismal as the blaze of day!
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
The Cupid’s Arrow

The Cupid’s arrow has your name; it got stucked in my heart; but
Friendship is our only description; hoping that it is not the final of destiny’s decision.
Sometimes I have question;
“Why do I like you?”
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Jerosha Valencia

Jerosha Valencia
Euphoric Thirst.

Nine months in my mother's womb was the most wonderful phase of her life, And my first step into the unknown then- Was the most beautiful moment she cherished; Unawareness and uncertainties my future held- Yet she did all that she could do to make it bright and beautiful. But only if dreams could turn into reality, I would have been a better child to her then;
I shattered her hopes and dreams- Compelled her to walk the path of guilt and shame, And now she only
sits wondering, where she went wrong, That transformed me to a person who now hardly remembers Mother's sweet songs.
Importance of my life has vanished, In the fog of wants and selfishness- Getting high and getting my kicks, Are the things that I now only embrace; I steal, I cheat and manipulate, Just to get the substance of my choice, I do weird and unsocial acts- Just to satisfy my Euphoric Thirst.
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Saraldeep Tamang

Saraldeep Tamang
Thistledown

This might have been a place for sleep,
But, as from that small hollow there
Hosts of bright thistledown begin
Their dazzling journey through the air,
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Harold Monro
A Walk After Dark

A cloudless night like this
Can set the spirit soaring:
After a tiring day
The clockwork spectacle is
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
For The Sake Of Your Love

For the sake of your love, I’ll give my life
With a laugh, I’ll give up my faith
I’ll give a new twist to what’s written in the stars
In exchange for you
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Pallavi Deepchand

Pallavi Deepchand
The Man With The Blue Guitar

as green.

They said, 'You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.'
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Wallace Stevens
Artist's Life

Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
Mad with melody, rhythm-rife
From the very first to the final note.
Give me his “Artist's Life!”
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Man Against The Sky

Between me and the sunset, like a dome
Against the glory of a world on fire,
Now burned a sudden hill,
Bleak, round, and high, by flame-lit height made higher,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats

John Keats
Contemplations

Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,
When Phœbus wanted but one hour to bed,
The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,
Were gilded o're by his rich golden head.
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Anne Bradstreet
90 North

At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.
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Randall Jarrell
The Nine Little Goblins

They all climbed up on a high board-fence--
Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--
Nine little Goblins that had no sense,
And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;
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James Whitcomb Riley
Reveillé

What sudden bugle calls us in the night
And wakes us from a dream that we had shaped;
Flinging us sharply up against a fight
We thought we had escaped.
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Louis Untermeyer

Louis Untermeyer
Prothalamion

“little soul, little flirting,
little perverse one
where are you off to now?
little wan one, firm one
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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
The Art Of Drowning

I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash before your eyes
while you drown, as if panic, or the act of submergence,
could startle time into such compression, crushing
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Billy Collins
Time

Everyday before work, went into the powder room and cried.
Came out acting normal cause i didnt want people asking why.
Hid so many things because im afraid no one understands.
Cried many tears but i came out looking happy, fine.
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Elisheba Watson

Elisheba Watson
Contrary Theses (ii)

One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;
Even the leaves of the locust were yellow then,

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Wallace Stevens
The Envoy Of Mr Cogito

Go where those others went to the dark boundary
for the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize

go upright among those who are on their knees
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Zbigniew Herbert
Fall

Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season
Changes its tense in the long-haired maples
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition
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Edward Hirsch
Power Is A Familiar Growth'

1238

Power is a familiar growth-
Not foreign-not to be-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
A Wind Has Blown The Rain Away And Blown

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand. I think i too have known
autumn too long
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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings
The Human Face

I. Soon

Of all the springtimes of the world
This one is the ugliest
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Paul Eluard
Elegy I

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01

The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
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Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer
Death

O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!

Day after day I have kept watch for thee;
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Rabindranath Tagore
Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking

1

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
I Can We Can

You can and because you can you will

You were planted into this world of struggle
Sprouted into a hustler
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Ashemeza Ruthra

Ashemeza Ruthra
Mauberley

I
Turned from the 'eau-forte
Par Jaquemart'
To the strait head
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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
Marburg

I quivered. I flared up, and then was extinguished.
I shook. I had made a proposal - but late,
Too late. I was scared, and she had refused me.
I pity her tears, am more blessed than a saint.
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
Burns

MY OWN WILD BURNS! these rude-wrought rhymes of thine
In golden worth are like the unshapely coin
Of some new realm, yet pure as from the mineâ??
And Art may well be spared with such alloy
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Charles Harpur
An Essay On Man: Epistle I.

THE DESIGN.

Having proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my Lord Bacon's expression) come home to men's business and bosoms, I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature and his state; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.

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Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope
Frances

SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams,
But, rising, quits her restless bed,
And walks where some beclouded beams
Of moonlight through the hall are shed.
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Charlotte Brontë
An Autumn Homily

Here let us sit beneath this oak, and hear
The acorns fitfully fall one by one,
The final harvest of the fading year
Now Summer eves and Autumn days are done.
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Alfred Austin
Eulogy On Henry Kirke White, By Lord Byron (from The English Bards And Scotch Reviewers)

Unhappy White! while life was in its spring,
And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing,
The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair
Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there.
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Henry Kirk White
Courage

Courage isn't a brilliant dash,
A daring deed in a moment's flash;
It isn't an instantaneous thing
Born of despair with a sudden spring
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
She

She who ever had remained in the depth of my being,
in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;
she who never opened her veils in the morning light,
will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song.
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Rabindranath Tagore
Vignettes 07

Come, Magdalen, and bind my hair,
And put me on my sad array;
I to my father's house repair,
And hear his final doom to-day.
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
Captain Craig Ii

Yet that ride had an end, as all rides have;
And the days coming after took the road
That all days take,-though never one of them
Went by but I got some good thought of it
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Ballad Of The Leather Medal

Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall,
Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old;
Yet of my humble treasures I value it most of all,
And I wouldn't part with that medal if you gave me its weight in gold.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Sunrise

September 26, 1881.


Weep for the martyr! Strew his bier
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
The Old King's New Jester

You that in vain would front the coming order
With eyes that meet forlornly what they must,
And only with a furtive recognition
See dust where there is dust,-
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
To Emma

Since now the hour is come at last,
When you must quit your anxious lover;
Since now our dream of bliss is past,
One pang, my girl, and all is over.
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George Gordon Byron
The Haunted Oak

Pray why are you so bare, so bare,
Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
Runs a shudder over me?
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Ocean

... Oceanward I am ever yearning,
Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,
The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,
Forever wandering and returning.
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