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With You In My Life

My Life was a book of empty pages,
Some shredded in rages,
Others crayoned in black,
Proof how my life was a wreck.

Salma Hatim
Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-

Adam Lindsay Gordon

The dreams escape outdoors when your minds winddows are opened by the eclipse of the dark , dance fashioned in vivid neon rainbow colors on the white walls ,get wrinkled on the object that stand inside your bedroom but can they come true … in the present time and place ?


Martina Rimbaldo
Strength Of My Mother (1)

A phoenix arose
From the fire
Rebuilt from ashes
And over the

Amen Ahabue
Iam A Poet

Iam a poet
i have been writing for a while
for both the black and white,
of late none of my literature

Francis Ngwenya
My Country

South Africa the rainbow nation
So beautiful it's God's creation
Madiba fought for our freedom
South Africa is our Kingdom

Llewellyn Douglas

I know not wherefore, but mine eyes
See bloom, where other eyes see blight.
They find a rainbow, a sunrise,
Where others but discern deep night.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Endymion: Book I


A Poetic Romance.


John Keats
The Bridge

Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.


Octavio Paz
The Rainbow

After the tempest in the sky
How sweet yon rainbow to the eye!
Come, my Matilda, now while some
Few drops of rain are yet to come,

Charles Lamb
The Rainbow Never Tells Me


The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by,

Emily Dickinson
Singing Water

I heard-'twas on a morning, but when it was and where,
Except that well I heard it, I neither know nor care-
I heard, and, oh, the sunlight was shining in the blue,
A little water singing as little waters do.

R. C. Lehmann
While History's Muse

While History's Muse the memorial was keeping
Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves,
Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping,
For hers was the story that blotted the leaves.

Thomas Moore
Last Night

Where were you last night? I watched at the gate;
I went down early, I stayed down late.
Were you snug at home, I should like to know,
Or were you in the coppice wheedling Kate?

Christina Rossetti
Iris By Night

One misty evening, one another's guide,
We two were groping down a Malvern side
The last wet fields and dripping hedges home.
There came a moment of confusing lights,

Robert Frost
"precious Stone"

"Thou who appear to be crystal rough,
Eyes were as topaz bluff,
Attached in her soul were jewels untold,
Oh what can this stone collector be,

Joshua Ejares
Aim High

My aim is high
As high as the moon
And stars above
It is almost

Rose Marie Juan Austin
The Rainbow Bridge.

Love and Hope and Youth, together
Travelling once in stormy weather,
Met a deep and gloomy tide,
Flowing swift and dark and wide.

Samuel Griswold Goodrich
Candy Man

Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The candy man, the candy man can
The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love

Roald Dahl

Oh! To be a flower
Nodding in the sun,
Bending, then upspringing
As the breezes run;

Amy Lowell
A Life Lesson

There! little girl! don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,

James Whitcomb Riley

A splendid sun betwixt the trees
Long spikes of flame did shoot,
When turning to the fragrant South,
With longing eyes and burning mouth,

Henry Kendall
The Outcast


Far, far away, where sunsets weave
Their golden tissues o'er the scene,

Sam G. Goodrich
Why, Why Repine

Why, why repine, my pensive friend,
At pleasures slipp'd away?
Some the stern Fates will never lend,
And all refuse to stay.

Walter Savage Landor

Be not angry with me that I bear
Your colours everywhere,
All through each crowded street,
And meet

Amy Lowell
The Fudges In England. Letter Vii. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----.


Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers,
While yet, beneath some northern sky,

Thomas Moore
The Rainbow

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;

William Wordsworth
In Time Of Silver Rain

In time of silver rain
The earth puts forth new life again,
Green grasses grow
And flowers lift their heads,

Langston Hughes
Tam O’shanter

A Tale

“Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke.”
-Gawin Douglas.

Robert Burns
The Rainbow Bridge

Love and Hope and Youth, together-
Travelling once in stormy weather,
Met a deep and gloomy tide,
Flowing swift and dark and wide.

Sam G. Goodrich
The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I

S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.

William Butler Yeats
Symphony Of Colours

I am a painter,
My hands hold a brush,
Moving as my heart wants,
Laughing the joy and crying the sorrow of my life.

Cristina Teodor
Be Courteous

Ah, yes; why not? Is one more adventitious born
Than others-shekels richer, honors fuller, and all that-
That he can pass his fellows by with lofty scorn,
Nor even show this slight regard-the lifting of the hat?

Hattie Howard
Christmas Eve


Out of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night-air again.

Robert Browning
By The Lake

The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring. In
the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are locked. For whom have the willows and rushed put on their fresh greenery?

I remember how formerly, when the Emperor's rainbow banner made its way into the South Park, everything in the park

Tu Fu

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?

Ralph Waldo Emerson


His eyes found nothing beautiful and bright,
Nor wealth nor honour, glory nor delight,

James Thomson
Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood

The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
(Wordsworth, “My Heart Leaps Up”)

William Wordsworth
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - To Ianthe. {1}

Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed,
Not in those visions to the heart displaying
Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed,

George Gordon Byron

A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before

The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales.


John Milton
Sing Me A Rainbow

Josie it´s been a long hard day
Down the road to where it´s at
I must have lost my way
When I got there they said I was too late

Shel Silverstein
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.

Charles Bukowski
Your Love Is Like The Briefness Of Tulips

You shout the beauty of spring
In lovely hues
Of red, yellow, purple and pink
As straight as cupid's arrow

Rose Marie Juan Austin
Lines On Niagaras [sic] Charms And Death

Gazing on rapid's mighty sea,
Struggling fiercely to be free,
But drawn downward in its course
By gravitation's wonderous force,

James Mcintyre
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva


In a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness
Four-faced Brahma broods.

Rabindranath Tagore
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
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
—you Rise The Water Unfolds—

You rise the water unfolds
You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

Paul Eluard

Through the sunny garden
The humming bees are still;
The fir climbs the heather,

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Neatness In Apparel

In your garb and outward clothing
A reservëd plainness use;
By their neatness more distinguished
Than the brightness of their hues.

Charles Lamb