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Dancing Shadows

Dancing shadows

Like a dream I found you
And you found me
Maite Lemekwane

Maite Lemekwane

You left without a goodbye,
Leaving me to wait nearby,
Making me to wave at the passerby,
Maybe you will come by.
Abifarin Victoria

Abifarin Victoria
I Love You

I love you,
That is true,
Never forget that,
On my life you can bet.
Salma Hatim

Salma Hatim
Have I Lost You

Why did you leave without saying goodbye
Or was it because l pretended not to like you
I found a way to communicate with you
But you only replied once
Upendo Chimwezi

Upendo Chimwezi
New Beginning

They say true love last a life time till forever
So what do you want me to do
I am always gonna cry because I miss you
Tell me how can I kill this love
Ibthlhal Abdul

Ibthlhal Abdul
Our End

Hot streaks of white rolls down my cheek

As he holds me ever so close to his heart
The beat of it is like a sweet lullaby reminding me how much he loves me
Morgan Mccane

Morgan Mccane
A Dry Leaf

"Trust" was our land
And we were immature seeds
A downpour of "love"
We bloomed into a Tree..
Minu Chaudhary

Minu Chaudhary
My Lost Friend

I cannot say goodbye
Because I still need you
I know you will be back
Though it is hard to believe
Amoit Percis

Amoit Percis
Until Then; If There's A Heaven.

Promises I've made I shall always keep,
From the day we made our first toast.
Now, months and it still aches so deep,
For you're the one I still love the most.
Az Mo

Az Mo
A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Good Bye Is Better Said Untold.

It was a beautiful tale.
A beautiful fairy tale.
Told by two souls intertwined.

Mwansa Chungu

Mwansa Chungu
On Aging

When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don?t think I need your chattering.
I?m listening to myself.
Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
Free Town

Trudging down the route,
the dark and feared one,
Cornellia saw a small angel turned demon

Yusuf Olabisi

Yusuf Olabisi
Goodbye To Tolerance

Genial poets, pink-faced
earnest witsâ??
you have given the world
some choice morsels,

Denise Levertov
The Wait

I wait for the one who promised
Promised to return
Not just return
But return for a lifetime
Eddah Ayuma

Eddah Ayuma
Have A Nice Day

'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
'Yes, I know, I heard you before.

Spike Milligan
Goodbye S.s.

Go away girl, go away
and let me pack my dreams
Now where did I put those yesteryears
made up with broken seams

Spike Milligan
If We Knew

If we knew when friends around us
Closely press to say goodbye
Which among the lips that kiss us
First would 'neath the daisies lie

Anonymous Americas

I thought I would go daft when Joey died.
He was my first, and wise beyond his years.
For nigh a hundred nights I cried and cried,
Until my weary eyes burned up my tears.
Robert Service

Robert Service

There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Say â?? She asked for storms.â?? The entire
world will turn the colour of crimson stone,
and your heart, as then, will turn to fire.

Anna Akhmatova
Prosody 101

When they taught me that what mattered most
was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping
over the page but the variations
in that line and the tension produced

Linda Pastan
Sylvia's Mother

Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy,
too busy to come to the phone .
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's trying
to start a new life of her own.
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein


"Always Be Closing," Liam told usâ??
abc of real estate, used cars,

Donald Hall
Er Zagrifizzio D'abbramo I (abraham's Sacrifice 1)

La Bibbia, ch'è una spece d'un'istoria,
Dice che ttra la prima e ssiconn'arca
Abbramo vorze fà da bon patriarca
N'ojocaustico a Dio sur Montemoria.

Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi


Over the road from the three star Galaxy Hotel is our hotel,
the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street,

S. K. Kelen

THE last, late guest
To the gate we followed;
Goodbye -- and the rest
The night-wind swallowed.

Henrik Johan Ibsen
A Second Train Song For Gary

When the trains come into strange cities
The citizens come out to meet the strangers.
I love you, Jack, he said
I love you, Jack, he said

Jack Spicer
Untitled 4

Mother! Darling mother, you are seeking me I know,
And I feel thy love will follow through the world where'er I go;
But I cannot come, dear mother; I am sadly altered now:
The once fair wreath of innocence that garlanded my brow

Owen Suffolk
A Couple More Years

I've got a couple more years on you, baby...that's all.
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
And it ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
The Lament Of Toby, The Learned Pig

Oh, heavy day! oh, day of woe!
To misery a poster,
Why was I ever farrowed, why
Not spitted for a roaster?
Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
Late March

Saturday morning in late March.
I was alone and took a long walk,
though I also carried a book
of the Alone, which companioned me.

Edward Hirsch

Waft on, thou upward breeze
From the warm south!
And on her wayward mouth
Imprint my far farewells

Leon Gellert
Gentle Gaoler

Being a gaoler I'm supposed
To be a hard-boiled guy;
Yet never prison walls enclosed
A kinder soul than I:
Robert Service

Robert Service

As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride, you ride,
You tack on the curves with parabola speed and a kiss of goodbye,

Karl Shapiro
Seal Yourself Away From Me

We were in a gargantuan cathedral
When it was time
To say Christ's Peace
You took my hand in yours

Rose Marie Juan Austin
The First Quarrel

'Wait a little,' you say, 'you are sure it 'll all come right,'
But the boy was born i' trouble, an' looks so wan an' so white:
Wait! an' once I ha' waited--I hadn't to wait for long.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson

At last you're tired of this elderly world

Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating

Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire
Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium

Dark cypresses--
The world is uneasily happy;
It will all be forgotten.
--Theodore Storm

James Arlington Wright
In My Dreams

In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.

Stevie Smith
A Drought Idyll

It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,
You might search for grass with a microscope, but nary grass was there;
The hay was done, the cornstalks gone, the trees were dying fast,
The sun o'erhead was a curse in read and the wind was a furnace blast;

George Essex Evans
Ghost Elephants

In the elephant field tall green ghost elephants
with your cargo of summer leaves
at night I heard you breathing
at the window Don't you ever

Jean Valentine
My Generation Reading The Newspapers

We must be slow and delicate; return
the policeman's stare with some esteem,
remember this is not a shadow play
of doves and geese but this is now

Kenneth Patchen
Always Grateful

The tears that fell
From your lonely eyes
Evidence of your extreme fear
And sadness

Rose Marie Juan Austin
Gamblers All

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you've felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face

Charles Bukowski
At The Last Watch

Pity, in place of love,
That pettiest of gifts,
Is but a sugar-coating over neglect.
Any passerby can make a gift of it

Rabindranath Tagore
On Leaving Mrs. Brown's Lodgings

So goodbye, Mrs. Brown,
I am going out of town,
Over dale, over down,
Where bugs bite not,
Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott
Jack's Last Muster

The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,
Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,
Where over the sleeping, the stealthily creeping
Breath of the morning lies chilly and damp,

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Driving Me Away

Driving me away
is easier
than saying

Erica Jong
Autumn-s Warnings

SOFT voices of the woods, that make
The summer air a harmony,
Winged whispers through the leaves where wake
Long wind-wafts dying in a sigh,

Augusta Davies Webster
The Death Of Lovers

We will have beds filled with light scent, and
couches deep as a tomb,
and strange flowers in the room,
blooming for us under skies so pleasant.
Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire