MEDICINE POEMS

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A Smile

It maybe just one word to hear
But so effective like a medicine
Imagine if a person is sad, a smile
could turn his whole day around
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Ma. Cristina Colima

Ma. Cristina Colima
Lament

Listen, children:
Your father is dead.
From his old coats
I'll make you little jackets;
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
A Servant To Servants

I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
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
Hidden Love

God might be seeing that ,
My heart does not want to be separated from you,
He might be writing me,
in your fate,
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Pallavi Deepchand

Pallavi Deepchand
A Poet Is Not A Killer,but A Soldier

A poet is not a killer
but a soldier or builder who builds social clubs,
communities and broken homes,
with his verbs and verses,
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Francis Ngwenya

Francis Ngwenya
Uncle Sammy.

Some men were born for great things,
Some were born for small;
Some--it is not recorded
Why they were born at all;
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Will Carleton
His Scars, And My Thoughts

Something sharp running across your blue veins,
not your nails,
not a mistake,
just adrenaline,
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Yasmina Arbid

Yasmina Arbid
The Princess (part 7)

So was their sanctuary violated,
So their fair college turned to hospital;
At first with all confusion: by and by
Sweet order lived again with other laws:
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Whitsun

This is not what I meant:
Stucco arches, the banked rocks sunning in rows,
Bald eyes or petrified eggs,
Grownups coffined in stockings and jackets,
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Sylvia Plath
The Two Kings

King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen
He had outridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire,
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
The Doctor Will Return

The surgical mask, the rubber teat
Are singed, give off an evil smell.
You seem to weep more now that heat
Spreads everywhere we look.
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Weldon Kees
Seashore

I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
Am I not always here, thy summer home?
Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve?
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love's Growth

I scarce believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass ;
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John Donne

John Donne
11:11

Here I am suffering the same sickness
It's worst by I believe there's a cure
This is my long stand mental illness
I need a dose of pain reliever
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Rona Olito

Rona Olito
Sea Dreams

A city clerk, but gently born and bred;
His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-
One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three years old:
They, thinking that her clear germander eye
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Charity

Fairest and foremost of the train that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
Whether we name thee Charity or Love,
Chief grace below, and all in all above,
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Capis Windows

How do you enter that Manila
frame of mind, that woven
mat of noodle house restaurants,

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Nick Carbo
Bread, Hashish And Moon

When the moon is born in the east,
And the white rooftops drift asleep
Under the heaped-up light,
People leave their shops and march forth in groups
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Nizar Qabbani
Prairie

I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a
slogan.

Here the water went down, the icebergs slid with gravel, the gaps and the valleys hissed, and the black loam came, and the
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
The Old Dust

The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, a man come home.
One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth,
Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages.
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Li Po
Sleep

If any man, with sleepless care oppressed,
On many a night had risen, and addressed
His hand to make him out of joy and moan
An image of sweet sleep in carven stone,
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Archibald Lampman
More About People

When people aren't asking questions
They're making suggestions
And when they're not doing one of those
They're either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes
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Ogden Nash
The Tale Of The Tiger Tree

A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver
Henderson, ten years old.

The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the cause of war in
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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay
Sonnet 118: Like As To Make Our Appetite More Keen

Like as to make our appetite more keen
With eager compounds we our palate urge,
As to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
"is Heaven A Physician?"

Is Heaven a physician?
They say that He can heal;
But medicine posthumous
Is unavailable.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Room 7: The Coco-fiend

I look at no one, me;
I pass them on the stair;
Shadows! I don't see;
Shadows! everywhere.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Damascus, What Are You Doing To Me?

1
My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus
It rings out from the house of my mother and father
In Sham. The geography of my body changes.
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Nizar Qabbani
The Sonnets Cxviii - Like As, To Make Our Appetite More Keen

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager compounds we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Miracle Of Padre Junipero

This is the tale that the Chronicle
Tells of the wonderful miracle
Wrought by the pious Padre Serro,
The very reverend Junipero.
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Bret Harte (francis)
Hiawatha's Departure

By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Labyrinth

Life is a crooked Labyrinth, and we
Are daily lost in that Obliquity.
'Tis a perplexed circle, in whose round
Nothing but sorrows and new sins abound.
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Henry King
To My Honoured Kinsman, John Dryden,[1] Of Chesterton, In The County Of Huntingdon, Esq.

How bless'd is he who leads a country life,
Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife!
Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage,
Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age:
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John Dryden

John Dryden
The Witch Of Atlas

Before those cruel twins whom at one birth
Incestuous Change bore to her father Time,
Error and Truth, had hunted from the earth
All those bright natures which adorned its prime,
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
All On A Christmas Morning.

The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick,
Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grew;
A young mother lay in her cottage, sick, -
Her needs were many, her comforts few.
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John Hartley
Julot The Apache

You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . .
Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was their home.
A little chap just like a boy, with smudgy black mustache, --
Yet there was nothing juvenile in Julot the apache.
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Robert William Service
Songs In "the Conquest Of Granada."

I.

Wherever I am, and whatever I do,
My Phyllis is still in my mind;
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Little Pierre's Song

In a humble room in London sat a pretty little boy,
By the bedside of his sick mother her only joy,
Who was called Little Pierre, and who's father was dead;
There he sat poor boy, hungry and crying for bread.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Ode For The Keats Centenary

The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons,
Giving to some the keys of all the joy
Of the green earth, but holding even that joy
Back from their life;
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Duncan Campbell Scott
Otho The Great - Act V

SCENE I.

A part of the Forest.
Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.
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John Keats

John Keats
Rip Van Winkle. Canto I.

OLD Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip,
Of the paternal block a genuine chip,â���­
A lazy, sleepy, curious kind of chap;
He, like his grandsire, took a mighty nap,
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
Economy, A Rhapsody, Addressed To Young Poets

Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne lacernis
Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque vides.
~Mart.
Imitation.
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William Shenstone
The Bridge: The Dance

The swift red flesh, a winter kingâ??
Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?
She ran the neighing canyons all the spring;
She spouted arms; she rose with maizeâ??to die.
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Harold Hart Crane
Melampus

I

With love exceeding a simple love of the things
That glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;
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George Meredith

George Meredith
Ch 01 Manner Of Kings Story 38

A company of philosophers were discussing a subject in the palace of Kesra and Barzachumihr, having remained silent, they asked him why he took no share in the debate. He replied: "Veziers are like physicians and the latter give medicine to the sick only but, as I perceive that your opinions are in conformity with propriety, I have nothing to say about them."

When an affair succeeds without my idle talk
It is not meet for me to speak thereon.
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Saadi Shirazi
To My Noble Friend Master William Browne, Of The Euill Time

Deare friend, be silent and with patience see,
What this mad times Catastrophe will be;
The worlds first Wisemen certainly mistooke
Themselues, and spoke things quite beside the booke,
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Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton
Hiawatha's Lamentation

In those days the Evil Spirits,
All the Manitos of mischief,
Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,
And his love for Chibiabos,
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Gramaphone At Fond-du-lac

Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store;
An' sez he: "Come along for a season of song, which the like ye had niver before."
Then Dogrib, an' Slave, an' Yellow-knife brave, an' Cree in his dinky canoe,
Confluated near, to see an' to hear Ed's grammyfone make its dayboo.
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Robert William Service
The Song Of Hiawatha Xxii: Hiawatha's Departure

By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow