HIGH POEMS

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The Super Hostess

It was as a little child
And one who was very shy
That I first looked at the sky.
Soon enough I started wondering and asking myself
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C K Rawat

C K Rawat
My Horse

How sluggishly do I walk
On the way to meet my friend
I am coming to my life's end
Far away i am from my friend
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song

Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;
Not we,-articulate, so, but with the tongue
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Song Of The Sea

(Capri, Piccola Marina)


Timeless sea breezes,
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Cosmopolitan

While it flawlessly divines itself during the shine and the rain,
All the while it stands boldly upright;
Keeping the thought of being colossal away,
While people are trying to bring it down;
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Siya Mulge

Siya Mulge
Low-tide

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Feminism

I looked upon the life
There were lows and highs
In between I found trapped in ties
It is dream to fly in the sky
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Simranjit Parmar

Simranjit Parmar
A Well-worn Story

In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker
Poem Dedicated To Every Girl Rapped In Kashmir

In a vicious country, and a distant age
A girl was born of biddable and
penniless parentage,
The moon that glittered upon her
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Adnan Shafi

Adnan Shafi
The African Dictator

Have you ever heaped up
all the possible disgusting wastes
from a high-level hospital

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Michael Aete

Michael Aete
Life Is Best

Let me but live my life from year to year
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
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Ankit V Pandey

Ankit V Pandey
The House Of Fame

BOOK I Incipit liber primus.

God turne us every dreem to gode!
For hit is wonder, be the rode,
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Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer
The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel

Old Grey Squirrel might have been
Almost anything -
Might have been a soldier, sailor,
Tinker, tailor
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Alfred Noyes

Alfred Noyes
How Beautiful The Queen Of Night

How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high
Her way pursuing among scattered clouds,
Where, ever and anon, her head she shrouds
Hidden from view in dense obscurity.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
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
Wish I Have

Wish I have words to described the way you makes me feel, the way you impacted upon my life, the way you comfort my heart, the way you sooth my mind and my body.

Wish I have the humor to always make you smile, to make you shine, to make you twinkled like a star light, to make those dimples say here am I.

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Mark Burrell

Mark Burrell
Jobson's Amen

"Blessed be the English and all their ways and works.
Cursed be the Infidels, Hereticks, and Turks!"
"Amen," quo' Jobson, "but where I used to lie
Was neither Candle, Bell nor Book to curse my brethren by,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Norman Boy

High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,
Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,
From home and company remote and every playful joy,
Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

THE ARGUMENT

RINTRAH roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
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William Blake

William Blake
A Boy

Out of the noise of tired people working,
Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,
His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,
Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.
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Sara Teasdale
Don't Quit, Say I Can...

Life is a queer with its twist and turn,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many failures turn about,
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
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Archie Waugh - Kehimkar

Archie Waugh - Kehimkar
Hello

Hello! Is it me you are looking for?
I saw you pass not once, not twice, but three times before now.

Hello! Is it me you are looking for?
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Mark Burrell

Mark Burrell
The Scholars

"Oh, show me how a rose can shut and be a bud again!"
Nay, watch my Lords of the Admiralty, for they have the work in train.
They have taken the men that were careless lads at Dartmouth in 'Fourteen
And entered them at the landward schools as though no war had been.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Grace Darling

Among the dwellers in the silent fields
The natural heart is touched, and public way
And crowded street resound with ballad strains,
Inspired by one whose very name bespeaks
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
L' Envoi

There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield
And the ricks stand gray to the sun,
Singing:-'Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover
And your English summer's 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
Strangers

When my words don't matter to you
What will my silence do?
When I can't trust you,
Why do I still want to
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Fihaal

Fihaal
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!
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Eve

“While I sit at the door
Sick to gaze within
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Again I

Again I knocked on the close door!
Again I am granted entry!

Again I pursued my goal!
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Mark Burrell

Mark Burrell
Good Books

Good books are friendly things to own.
If you are busy they will wait.
They will not call you on the phone
Or wake you if the hour is late.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
The Sower

Sitting in a porchway cool,
Fades the ruddy sunlight fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past
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Victor Marie Hugo
Little By Little

“Little by little,” an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed,
“I am improving every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away.”
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Anonymous
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
Christmas In India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks-the sky is saffron-yellow-
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
My Heart's In The Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Kim

Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
With idiot moons and stars retracting stars?
Creep thou between-thy coming's all unnoised.
Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Sonnet 017: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Youth

If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;
I'd answer every challenge to my will.
Though mountains stood in silence to defy me,
I'd try to make them subject to my skill.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
The Voice Of Spring

I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
In the blue and sunny sky,
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Mary Howitt

Mary Howitt
The Last Lonely Night

She was lonely that night,
Thinking about the misery of her life.
She was most probably right
About her having the worst life
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Fihaal

Fihaal
Lyrebirds

Over the west side of the mountain,
that-s lyrebird country.
I could go down there, they say, in the early morning,
and I-d see them, I-d hear them.
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Judith Wright
Prayer Flag

Mantras inscripted on thin layer of cotton,
Fluttering high with the wave of wind,
Carrying every message inscripted,
To relief sentient beings from samsara.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
I Love You

I love you
like dipping bread into salt and eating
Like waking up at night with high fever
and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth
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Nazim Hikmet
Auguries Of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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William Blake

William Blake
My Butterfly

Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:
Save only me
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
" We "

Sometimes we are faced with lives hurdles, it towers so high we never ever take a stride.

Humbled by the challenges, our goals we compromise.

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Mark Burrell

Mark Burrell
Nothing On Earth Can Destroy

Giant Titanic was built with safety measure,
With painstaking effort,
Lending thousands of hands,
Investing millions,
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
A Letter To Depression

It's been months of torture,
Turning around my heart posture,
Piercing my heart with swords,
Taking my joy with cords,
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Brian Dredan

Brian Dredan
Independence Day

WHAT does it all mean anyway,
Noise of cannon and boom of gun,
Deafening, colorful fire display
Starting in with the rising sun?
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest