MOUTH POEMS

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The African Child

Oh! African child
Today is your day
We all gathered
To celebrate you
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Joyful Heart

Oh joyful heart!
On the highest wing, you soar,
Building your nest in the
heart of men
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Steve Anc

Steve Anc
How Could You

The one I trusted with all my soul
How can you?
I trusted you,I loved you
I thought i knew you
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Maite Lemekwane

Maite Lemekwane
Snake

A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
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D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence
My Pen In Love

When the pen is in love
It rolls out words
That keeps the sea silent
The wind mum
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Scars Have Past

Every day you see your Scars,
The scars that define your past,
The scars that define what you are,
The scars that will interfere with your future,
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Richmond Gellez

Richmond Gellez
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
The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,
Where Rameses stares forth serene,
And Ammon's heavy temple stands.
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Sara Teasdale
The Tay Bridge Disaster

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Timble Tack

He came without an invitation
Lying under the stairs
As if waiting for my permission
Was scared and cold the first time I took him in hand.
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Deepali Pathak

Deepali Pathak
Working Hours

10 years experience in carpentry, could speak it now,
Believed by every customer like Dulla mapajero the mechanic,
Formalities give us too many theories to tell, than what reality world is
Don't deny it’s helpful to majority, professorial of Shivji once quoted Sokoine the PM
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Marco Babu

Marco Babu
Let Someone Ask God

Why we are blessed and cursed?
Why we are rich and poor?
Why we work and beg?

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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Indian Summer

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
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William Wilfred Campbell
Million Man March Poem

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
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
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
There Was A Boy

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander! many a time,
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Morning

I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
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Frank O'hara
Gone Not Forever

You gone?
Tell him to love you harder,
Never strike your head deeper,
Not walk away when you shout,
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Brian Dredan

Brian Dredan
The Coolun

Ah, had you seen the Coolun,
Walking down by the cuckoo's street,
With the dew of the meadow shining
On her milk-white twinkling feet.
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Sir Samuel Ferguson

Sir Samuel Ferguson
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
The Desire To Paint

Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire.
I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveller must leave behind him in the night. It is already long since I saw her.
She is beautiful, and more than beautiful: she is overpowering. The colour black preponderates in her; all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound.
Her eyes are two caverns where mystery vaguely stirs and gleams; her glance illuminates like a ray of light; it is an explosion in the darkness.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Our Lady Of The Snows

A nation spoke to a Nation,
A Queen sent word to a Throne:
"Daughter am I in my mother's house,
But mistress in my own.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Winsomity

Woman! when you told me we are birds of same feathers
You stole the chocolate from my heart
We almost bleed under your boobian chest
We almost render singspiration
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Saviour A Willie

Saviour A Willie
The Winner

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool,
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool.
But everybody said, 'Watch out, that's Tiger Man McCool.
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner.
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Song At Sunset

Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat-you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Trail Of Ninety-eight

Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with the faith of fools.
Fearless, unfound, unfitted, far from the night and the cold,
Heard we the clarion summons, followed the master-lure-Gold!
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Bénédiction (benediction)

Lorsque, par un décret des puissances suprêmes,
Le Poète apparaît en ce monde ennuyé,
Sa mère épouvantée et pleine de blasphèmes
Crispe ses poings vers Dieu, qui la prend en pitié:
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Voice

I dreamed a Voice, of one God-authorised,
Cried loudly throâ?? the world, â??Disarm! Disarm! â??
And there was consernation in the camps;
And men who strutted under braid and lace
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Buried Love

I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.
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Sara Teasdale
From The Masjid-al-aqsa Of Sayyid Ahmed (wahabi

Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining
He answered his name at the muster and stood to the chaining.
When the twin anklets were nipped on the leg-bars that held them,
He brotherly greeted the armourers stooping to weld them.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Divine Comedy By Dante: The Vision Of Hell, Or The Inferno: Canto Xix

Woe to thee, Simon Magus! woe to you,
His wretched followers! who the things of God,
Which should be wedded unto goodness, them,
Rapacious as ye are, do prostitute
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Dante Alighieri
The Cup Of Joy

Let us mix a cup of Joy
That the wretched may employ,
Whom the Fates have made their toy.

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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
Religio Laici

Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden

John Dryden
The Old Playhouse

You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
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Kamala Das
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
Minstrel Man

Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
And my throat
Is deep with song,
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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
It Is Funny, You Will Be Dead Some Day

it is funny, you will be dead some day.
By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean
the unique and nervously obscene

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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings
Tiare Tahiti

Mamua, when our laughter ends,
And hearts and bodies, brown as white,
Are dust about the doors of friends,
Or scent ablowing down the night,
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Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke
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
Cancer Stick

Let us replace,
This little joy.
The bitter taste,
That we enjoy.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems)

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
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Nazim Hikmet
Variations On The Word Love

This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
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Margaret Atwood
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
Tender Arrivals

Where ever something breathes
Heart beating the rise and fall
Of mountains, the waves upon the sky
Of seas, the terror is our ignorance, that's
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Amiri Baraka
The Fairies Of The Caldon Low

“And where have you been, my Mary,
And where have you been from me?”
“I've been to the top of the Caldon Low,
The midsummer night to see!”
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Mary Howitt

Mary Howitt
A Tryst

From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day.
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Celia Thaxter

Celia Thaxter
The Odyssey: Book 09

And Ulysses answered, “King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded
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Homer
Witch Burning

In the marketplace they are piling the dry sticks.
A thicket of shadows is a poor coat. I inhabit
The wax image of myself, a doll's body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
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Sylvia Plath