GIFT POEMS

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Forever Is My Destination

Marriage is a union of family a union of love
Different people become one to celebrate
To celebrate a new union of blessing
Love is such a gift to human kind
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Ibthlhal Abdul

Ibthlhal Abdul
A Valentine Gift

Your appearance alone
Is a bona-fide Valentine gift
Were I the one lucky man
To betroth this precious date
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Michael Aete

Michael Aete
Good Morning And Good Luck

Good morning to you! Great morning to you!
Today is a new gift from up above
For we are born again each morning we wake up
So be sincerely thankful for this gift that you have
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Ma. Cristina Colima

Ma. Cristina Colima
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Imprisoned Mind

Living with a broken anxious mind,
It's like living with an abomination in your mind,
With tons of words popping through your mind,
No matter how you stop it,
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Richmond Gellez

Richmond Gellez
The Lanyard

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room
bouncing from typewriter to piano
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
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Billy Collins
Wishes For My Son, Born On Saint Cecilia's Day, 1912

Now, my son, is life for you,
And I wish you joy of it,-
Joy of power in all you do,
Deeper passion, better wit
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Thomas Macdonagh

Thomas Macdonagh
The Corn Song

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
A Little Prayer

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things-
The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;
Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,
Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
What Would Freud Say?

Wasn't on purpose that I drilled
through my finger or the nurse
laughed. She apologized
three times and gave me a shot
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Bob Hicok
Life

Every soul shall have the taste of Death,
Life is a precious gift,
Live everyday as it is your last day on Earth,
You are unique, a masterpiece
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Salma Hatim

Salma Hatim
Mowgli's Song

THAT HE SANG AT THE COUNCIL ROCK WHEN HE DANCED ON SHERE KHAN'S HIDE

The Song of Mowgli-I, Mowgli, am singing. Let
the jungle listen to the things I have done.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
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
Joy

Joy, what could be more eperetising than the Joy of life. what is life without joy. Love it can be given and it can never be taken. What is life like without being loved.

There is a million of things that I would rather do than love another. I would count stars day to day admiring each and everyone of them. I am greedy in nature. I do nothing which is temporary. my main reason why I would spend a lifetime counting stars. No matter how many I count each day the end is never near .

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Faizel Malek

Faizel Malek
Childhood

Childhood is a gift
With full of surprises
It is a energy of life
No, rules of life
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Shabana Banu

Shabana Banu
What We Needed.

What does our country need? Not armies standing
With sabres gleaming ready for the fight.
Not increased navies, skillful and commanding,
To bound the waters with an iron might.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Wonder

For failure I was well equipped
And should have come to grief,
By atavism grimly gripped,
A fool beyond belief.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Prayer Of A Soldier In France

My shoulders ache beneath my pack
(Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).

I march with feet that burn and smart
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Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer
A Fable

A raven, while with glossy breast
Her new-laid eggs she fondly press'd,
And, on her wicker-work high mounted,
Her chickens prematurely counted
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William Cowper

William Cowper
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
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Viona Van Tonder

Viona Van Tonder
Meaning Of Poem

The feelings of my heart,
The way of expressing,
Are poetry
In the area of ​​snuffery,
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Murari Lal

Murari Lal
Unborn Baby Of Kashmir

Unborn Baby Of Kashmir

Sweet Akànandun!
When you come out , you’ll find:
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Nature

Very beautiful, just like a dream,
Gives us awesome things, as sweet as cream.

Nature gives us many things,
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Priyadarshini Goel

Priyadarshini Goel
Elegy Xxv. To Delia, With Some Flowers

Whate'er could Sculpture's curious art employ,
Whate'er the lavish hand of Wealth can shower,
These would I give-and every gift enjoy,
That pleased my fair-but Fate denies the power.
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William Shenstone
The Christmas Gift For Mother

In the Christmas times of the long ago,
There was one event we used to know
That was better than any other;
It wasn't the toys that we hoped to get,
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
In Memory Of W.b. Yeats

I

He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
A Friend's Greeting

DIAMONDS wouldn't tell yer all I really think of you,
The costliest gift the goldsmith makes I'm sure would never do.
There's nothing known that gold can buy that I could ever send
That could explain how glad I am to have yer fer a friend.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Snow

The three stood listening to a fresh access
Of wind that caught against the house a moment,
Gulped snow, and then blew free again-the Coles
Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Via Amoris

I.

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

Edith Nesbit
Unchained

The bird ain't as free as she thinks
Freedom is not just in the air
The prisoner is not enslaved as he thinks
Slavery is not just in a cell
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Apollos Alpha

Apollos Alpha
The Child Of The Islands - Winter

I.

ERE the Night cometh! On how many graves
Rests, at this hour, their first cold winter's snow!
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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
The Sonnets Cxxii - Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date; even to eternity:
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Iliad: Book 03

When the companies were thus arrayed, each under its own captain,
the Trojans advanced as a flight of wild fowl or cranes that scream
overhead when rain and winter drive them over the flowing waters of
Oceanus to bring death and destruction on the Pygmies, and they
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Homer
A Gift

See! I give myself to you, Beloved!
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.
Their shapes are quaint and beautiful,
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Sonnet 011: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Rivers Prayer

Someone pass by and drive this person away from me,
May you please stop; you are hurting me,
Are you mad that you forgetting am the source of those breezes that warms your body at night?
During the summer time!
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Blessings Mitembo

Blessings Mitembo
Motherhood

From out the front of being, undefiled,
A life hath been upheaved with struggle and pain;
Safe in her arms a mother holds again
That dearest miracle--a new-born child.
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Mathilde Blind
Cassandra

Mirth the halls of Troy was filling,
Ere its lofty ramparts fell;
From the golden lute so thrilling
Hymns of joy were heard to swell.
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Friedrich Schiller
The Last Walk In Autumn

I.
O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands
Plead with the leaden heavens in vain,
I see, beyond the valley lands,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Supplication Of The Black Aberdeen

I pray! My little body and whole span
Of years is Thine, my Owner and my Man.
For Thou hast made me, unto Thee I owe
This dim, distressed half-soul that hurts me so,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Gone But No Forgotten

Death is not a Gift,
Death is not an Award,
Nor a Degree or an Achivement,
But a Natural Phenomenon.
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Lebe Paul

Lebe Paul
Nature And Art

TO MY FRIEND CHARLES BOOTH NETTLETON

I

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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Bring Flowers

Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd;
Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale,
Their breath floats out on the southern gale,
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Love Call To Sandra

My heart's love so great! Filtered from thorns.
Singly it loves, in numbers does not.

Sandra my love, l op'nd it for you!
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Dr Kenneth Chidubem Amaechi Ejiofor

Dr Kenneth Chidubem Amaechi Ejiofor
Gift

This is mint and here are three pinks
I have brought you, Mother.
They are wet with rain
And shining with it.
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Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling
The Truth

Tomorrows seeds pollinated
by the decay of yesterdays foil.

The leaves of Fall dropping to
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Tamerlane - Early Version

I.

I have sent for thee, holy friar;1
But 'twas not with the drunken hope,
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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
A Christmas Gift

Alack-A-Day for poverty!
What jewels my mind doth give to thee!

Carved agate stone porphyrogene,
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
In The Public Library

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
At gleam of dawn. Impatient with herself
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Lesbia Harford
Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music

I.
IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
That liked of her master as well as well might be,
Till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st that eye could see,
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare