MYSTERY POEMS
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My Perfect Dust
Dust that you are
I cherished and watered you
Not knowing that you soon to be dust
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Maite Lemekwane
Dust that you are
I cherished and watered you
Not knowing that you soon to be dust
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Maite Lemekwane
Unwise Wise
Life is a mystery,
There is no clue of its exact history.
Theory once postulated by Darwin,
May go change by some Hardin.
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Dr. Nitesh Ahir
Life is a mystery,
There is no clue of its exact history.
Theory once postulated by Darwin,
May go change by some Hardin.
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Dr. Nitesh Ahir
Your Beautiful Brown Eyes
I'm looking at the sky, so peaceful, so sublime,
This peace invading my being when,
Are shinning serene to my heart,
Your beautiful brown eyes.
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Cristina Teodor
I'm looking at the sky, so peaceful, so sublime,
This peace invading my being when,
Are shinning serene to my heart,
Your beautiful brown eyes.
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Cristina Teodor
In The Bayou
Lazy and slow, through the snags and trees
Move the sluggish currents, half asleep;
Around and between the cypress knees,
Like black, slow snakes the dark tides creep-
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Don Marquis
Lazy and slow, through the snags and trees
Move the sluggish currents, half asleep;
Around and between the cypress knees,
Like black, slow snakes the dark tides creep-
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Don Marquis
One Day ( Like August 5)
One Day
Though it may be years unknown
We shall over come
And our land will be free
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Ola Olawale
One Day
Though it may be years unknown
We shall over come
And our land will be free
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Ola Olawale
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring-
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Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring-
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Edgar Allan Poe
Fragment
At last I entered a long dark gallery,
Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
Were the bodies of men from far and wide
Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.
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Thomas Hardy
At last I entered a long dark gallery,
Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
Were the bodies of men from far and wide
Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.
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Thomas Hardy
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
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
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
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
A Wish
I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
.....
Matthew Arnold
I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
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Matthew Arnold
My Namesake
Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.
You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.
You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
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John Greenleaf Whittier
They Went Home
They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
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Maya Angelou
They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
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Maya Angelou
A Grain Of Sand
If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
There is no reason to suppose
Our earth the only one.
.....
Robert Service
If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
There is no reason to suppose
Our earth the only one.
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Robert Service
Mirror Mirror On The Wall
Mirror Mirror on the wall?
Is it all my fault?
Why are you all silent?
Why is there a sudden halt?
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Fihaal
Mirror Mirror on the wall?
Is it all my fault?
Why are you all silent?
Why is there a sudden halt?
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Fihaal
Euphoric Thirst.
Nine months in my mother's womb was the most wonderful phase of her life, And my first step into the unknown then- Was the most beautiful moment she cherished; Unawareness and uncertainties my future held- Yet she did all that she could do to make it bright and beautiful. But only if dreams could turn into reality, I would have been a better child to her then;
I shattered her hopes and dreams- Compelled her to walk the path of guilt and shame, And now she only
sits wondering, where she went wrong, That transformed me to a person who now hardly remembers Mother's sweet songs.
Importance of my life has vanished, In the fog of wants and selfishness- Getting high and getting my kicks, Are the things that I now only embrace; I steal, I cheat and manipulate, Just to get the substance of my choice, I do weird and unsocial acts- Just to satisfy my Euphoric Thirst.
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Saraldeep Tamang
Nine months in my mother's womb was the most wonderful phase of her life, And my first step into the unknown then- Was the most beautiful moment she cherished; Unawareness and uncertainties my future held- Yet she did all that she could do to make it bright and beautiful. But only if dreams could turn into reality, I would have been a better child to her then;
I shattered her hopes and dreams- Compelled her to walk the path of guilt and shame, And now she only
sits wondering, where she went wrong, That transformed me to a person who now hardly remembers Mother's sweet songs.
Importance of my life has vanished, In the fog of wants and selfishness- Getting high and getting my kicks, Are the things that I now only embrace; I steal, I cheat and manipulate, Just to get the substance of my choice, I do weird and unsocial acts- Just to satisfy my Euphoric Thirst.
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Saraldeep Tamang
Via Amoris
I.
IT is not Love, this beautiful unrest,
This tremor of longing that invades my breast:
.....
Edith Nesbit
I.
IT is not Love, this beautiful unrest,
This tremor of longing that invades my breast:
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Edith Nesbit
R. S. S.
All-worshipped Gold! thou mighty mystery
Say by what name shall I address thee rather,
Our blessing, or our bane? Without thy aid,
The generous pangs of pity but distress
.....
William Cowper
All-worshipped Gold! thou mighty mystery
Say by what name shall I address thee rather,
Our blessing, or our bane? Without thy aid,
The generous pangs of pity but distress
.....
William Cowper
Lepanto
White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
.....
G. K. Chesterton
White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
.....
G. K. Chesterton
Love Better Than Knowledge
O Thou Eternal One, look down
Upon an erring child of earth;
Thy handiwork with knowledge crown,
Or life will seem of little worth;
.....
Joseph Horatio Chant
O Thou Eternal One, look down
Upon an erring child of earth;
Thy handiwork with knowledge crown,
Or life will seem of little worth;
.....
Joseph Horatio Chant
Incense
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day.
My friends, the incense-time has but begun.
Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom,
Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun.
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Vachel Lindsay
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day.
My friends, the incense-time has but begun.
Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom,
Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun.
.....
Vachel Lindsay
Not Yet Uhuru
Dumbfounded,
His heart can't be found,
Sombre, is the mood in hood,
Going from bad to worse bad,
.....
Brian Dredan
Dumbfounded,
His heart can't be found,
Sombre, is the mood in hood,
Going from bad to worse bad,
.....
Brian Dredan
Waiting For You
CALL:
Alone in this lofty and deserted place,
Have I patiently and eagerly waited.
Among men each day have I search your face;
.....
Evabeta Benefit
CALL:
Alone in this lofty and deserted place,
Have I patiently and eagerly waited.
Among men each day have I search your face;
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Evabeta Benefit
The Mystery
I was not; now I am-a few days hence
I shall not be; I fain would look before
And after, but can neither do; some Power
Or lack of power says “no” to all I would.
.....
Paul Laurence Dunbar
I was not; now I am-a few days hence
I shall not be; I fain would look before
And after, but can neither do; some Power
Or lack of power says “no” to all I would.
.....
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Michael Oaktree
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passed
Out of the wood and saw the sickle moon
Floating in daylight o'er the pale green sea.
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Alfred Noyes
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passed
Out of the wood and saw the sickle moon
Floating in daylight o'er the pale green sea.
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Alfred Noyes
Summer Images
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd,
A wild and giddy thing,
.....
John Clare
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd,
A wild and giddy thing,
.....
John Clare
Pleasant Prophecies
A day of gladness yet will dawn,
Though when I cannot say;
Perhaps it may be Thursday week,
Perhaps some other day,â??
.....
Robert Fuller Murray
A day of gladness yet will dawn,
Though when I cannot say;
Perhaps it may be Thursday week,
Perhaps some other day,â??
.....
Robert Fuller Murray
Lancelot 06
The dark of Modred's hour not yet availing,
Gawaine it was who gave the King no peace;
Gawaine it was who goaded him and drove him
To Joyous Gard, where now for long his army,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
The dark of Modred's hour not yet availing,
Gawaine it was who gave the King no peace;
Gawaine it was who goaded him and drove him
To Joyous Gard, where now for long his army,
.....
Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Oft-repeated Dream
She had no saying dark enough
For the dark pine that kept
Forever trying the window latch
Of the room where they slept.
.....
Robert Frost
She had no saying dark enough
For the dark pine that kept
Forever trying the window latch
Of the room where they slept.
.....
Robert Frost
The Mystery
Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine.
.....
Sara Teasdale
Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine.
.....
Sara Teasdale
Undine
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical call
Murmurs caressingly under my wall,
Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,
Mounting the moon-silvered steps of my gate?
.....
John L. Stoddard
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical call
Murmurs caressingly under my wall,
Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,
Mounting the moon-silvered steps of my gate?
.....
John L. Stoddard
The Wife From Fairyland
Her talk was all of woodland things,
Of little lives that pass
Away in one green afternoon,
Deep in the haunted grass;
.....
Richard Le Gallienne
Her talk was all of woodland things,
Of little lives that pass
Away in one green afternoon,
Deep in the haunted grass;
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Richard Le Gallienne
Harbury
All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships,
The wind upon their faces, the salt upon their lips.
The little boys of Harbury when they are laid to sleep,
.....
Louise Driscoll
All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships,
The wind upon their faces, the salt upon their lips.
The little boys of Harbury when they are laid to sleep,
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Louise Driscoll
Your Life Is A Fountain Of Dreams
Life is a journey that all we take,
We should fearless do every day forward a step,
Could be a fail, or could be not,
We should let life to flow.
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Cristina Teodor
Life is a journey that all we take,
We should fearless do every day forward a step,
Could be a fail, or could be not,
We should let life to flow.
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Cristina Teodor
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
I.
I have sent for thee, holy friar;1
But 'twas not with the drunken hope,
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Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping-rapping at my chamber door.
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Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping-rapping at my chamber door.
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Edgar Allan Poe
The Hunting Of The Snark
Dedication
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
.....
Lewis Carroll
Dedication
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
.....
Lewis Carroll
Miriam
One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
To ------,
WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.
Maiden! with the fair brown tresses
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.
Maiden! with the fair brown tresses
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
The Light Of Love
Each shining light above us
Has its own peculiar grace;
But every light of heaven
Is in my darling's face.
.....
John Hay
Each shining light above us
Has its own peculiar grace;
But every light of heaven
Is in my darling's face.
.....
John Hay
Rutha
The days are long and lonely,
The weary eve comes on,
And the nights are filled with dreaming
Of one beloved and gone.
.....
Hattie Howard
The days are long and lonely,
The weary eve comes on,
And the nights are filled with dreaming
Of one beloved and gone.
.....
Hattie Howard
Humanitad
It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
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Oscar Wilde
It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
.....
Oscar Wilde
Mount Tabor
On Tabor's height a glory came,
And, shrined in clouds of lambent flame,
The awestruck, hushed disciples saw
Christ and the prophets of the law.
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John Hay
On Tabor's height a glory came,
And, shrined in clouds of lambent flame,
The awestruck, hushed disciples saw
Christ and the prophets of the law.
.....
John Hay
The Race
On the hill they are crowding together,
In the stand they are crushing for room,
Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,
They gather like bees on the broom;
.....
Adam Lindsay Gordon
On the hill they are crowding together,
In the stand they are crushing for room,
Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,
They gather like bees on the broom;
.....
Adam Lindsay Gordon
Captain Craig
I
I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,
.....
Edwin Arlington Robinson
I
I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Ballad Of The White Horse: 01 - Dedication
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
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G. K. Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
.....
G. K. Chesterton
Records Of Romantic Passion
THEREâ??S a rare Soul of Poesy which may be
But concentrated by the chastened dreams
Of constant hearts. Whereâ??er the ministry
Of beautiful Nature hath enhanced the themes
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Charles Harpur
THEREâ??S a rare Soul of Poesy which may be
But concentrated by the chastened dreams
Of constant hearts. Whereâ??er the ministry
Of beautiful Nature hath enhanced the themes
.....
Charles Harpur
Anti-matter
I am not interested
in my body-
the part that stinks
& rots & brings forth
.....
Erica Jong
I am not interested
in my body-
the part that stinks
& rots & brings forth
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Erica Jong