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Looking Above

So I try to assemble my thoughts on a piece of paper
There are so many and so much
One can be discussed, and the rest maybe later .
Struggling in life to have job
Deoshri Chauhan

Deoshri Chauhan
A Melodic Sign

I could feel her,
Feel her love

Flowing so nonchalantly
àåvãśh Bāśñéť

àåvãśh Bāśñéť
Gone Not Forever

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

Brian Dredan
Unfaded Love

When you close your eyes
I see the beauty of a real black woman
blazing like the bright light from heaven

Tafsir Fofanah

Tafsir Fofanah
August Moon

Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Save the steady flame of Mars.
Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Pictures From Theocritus


Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring
The high pines wave with breezy murmuring!

William Lisle Bowles
September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
An Ode On The Popular Superstitions Of The Highlands Of Scotland, Considered As The Subject Of Poetr

Home, thou return'st from Thames, whose naiads long
Have seen thee ling'ring with a fond delay
'Mid those soft friends, whose hearts, some future day,
Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.

William Collins
Loch Ness

Beautiful Loch Ness,
The truth to express,
Your landscapes are lovely and gay,
Along each side of your waters, to Fort Augustus all the way,

William Topaz Mcgonagall
The Vision

THE SUN had clos'd the winter day,
The curless quat their roarin play,
And hunger'd maukin taen her way,
To kail-yards green,
Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Maurine: Part 05

A visit to a cave some miles away
Was next in order. So, one sunny day,
Four prancing steeds conveyed a laughing load
Of merry pleasure-seekers o'er the road.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Pastor's Daughter.

An ivy-mantled cottage smiled,
Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side,
Where dwelt the village-pastor's child,
In all her maiden bloom and pride.

George Pope Morris
My Dependence

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
with warmth and care of my mother
my father , to love, kiss and embrace
wear life happily in all their grace.

Rabindranath Tagore
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

Charles Harpur
To Cordelia M.... - Hallsteads, Ullswater

Not in the mines beyond the western main,
You say, Cordelia, was the metal sought,
Which a fine skill, of Indian growth, has wrought
Into this flexible yet faithful Chain;
William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
A Pantoum - What Flower Do I Want To Be?

What flower do i want to be?
I ask myself in garden of the world,
In front of it i humble contemplate,
Amazed by beautiness that lies in it.
Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor

I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am
like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am
as a sparrow alone upon the housetop.
Psalm 102

Brooks Haxton
To A Friend

“You damn me with faint praise.”

Yes, faint was my applause and cold my praise,
Joseph Rodman Drake

Joseph Rodman Drake
Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me

COME, my beloved, hear from me
Tales of the woods or open sea.
Let our aspiring fancy rise
A wren's flight higher toward the skies;
Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson
Easter Week

(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett)

“Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.”
Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer

Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets,
machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk
canvases, and he stops under the sky


Czeslaw Milosz
Her My Body

about the left nipple
of the woman in the bathroom.

She is drying her hair, the woman

Bob Hicok
Tale Vii


To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,
His only daughter, from her school in town;
George Crabbe

George Crabbe
Tale Xvii


Females there are of unsuspicious mind,
Easy and soft and credulous and kind;
George Crabbe

George Crabbe
Lines To Miss ---- ,

Upon Her Appearing At A Ball In An Elegant Plaid Dress,

And Having Repeatedly Before Expressed Her Preference Of The Scotish Nation.


John Carr (sir)
Tale Iv


Love will expire--the gay, the happy dream
Will turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:
George Crabbe

George Crabbe

Poet exaggerate creative imagination,
Phrasing the words,
Narrating the stories,
Sing a sentimental song in rhyming rhythm,
Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji

'THESE are the floating berries of the night,
They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,
Softly far down on groves of Venus, or on a little town
Forgotten at the world's edgeâ??and O, their light

Kenneth Slessor

Written between the ages of fourteen and fifteen,
with a few subsequent verbal alterations


Henry Kirk White
Death & Fame

When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery

Allen Ginsberg
The Mississippi


Far in the West, where snow-capt mountains rise,
Like marble shafts beneath Heaven's stooping dome,

Sam G. Goodrich
Poetry And Reality

THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
And towards that goal too vehemently hurled
To waste a thought about another world,

Jane Taylor


Tired with the busy crowds, that all the day
Impatient throng where Folly's altars flame,

James Beattie
Pauline Part I

To the memory of my devoted wife dead and gone yet always with me I dedicate



Hanford Lennox Gordon
September 1913

What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Extempore Effusion Upon The Death Of James Hogg

When first, descending from the moorlands,
I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide
Along a bare and open valley,
The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.
William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
To Mrs. Goodchild

The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow,
The boding bat flits by on sullen wing,
And I sit desolate, like that 'one swallow'
Who found (with horror) that he'd not brought spring:

Charles Stuart Calverley
Moonlight And Love

Moonlight is romantic and so gentle,
Reflects the love in waves of sea,
Seagulls are screaming cutting the air,
Sand holds the lovers footprints as they walk away.
Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor

Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife
Is the Beauty you showed me this morning:
Nor yet have I found the sweet dream of my life,
And good-bye to the sneering and scorning.

Henry Kendall

Late, when the Autumn evening fell
On Mirkwoodââ?¬â??Mere's romantic dell,
The lake return'd, in chasten�d gleam,
The purple cloud, the golden beam:
Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott
Holger Drachmann

Spring's herald, hail! You've rent the forest's quiet?
Your hair is wet, and you are leaf-strewn, dustyâ?¦
With your powers lusty
Have you raised a riot?

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Childhood, A Poem: Part I

Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet
Our infant days, our infant joys, to greet;
To roam in fancy in each cherish'd scene,
The village churchyard, and the village green,

Henry Kirk White
The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies


'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton

Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
To mingle with his stars; and every muse,
Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight
Of honours due to his illustrious name?

James Thomson
The Broken Heart - Prose

I never heard
Of any true affection, but 'twas nipt
With care, that, like the caterpillar, eats
The leaves of the spring's sweetest book, the rose.

Washington Irving
Epistle Ii: To A Lady ( Of The Characters Of Women )

Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most Women have no Characters at all."
Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear,
And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair.
Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope
Three Movements

Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land;
Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the hand;
What are all those fish that lie gasping on the strand?

William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
The Tweed Visited

O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feet
O'er hill and dale has journeyed many a mile,
(If so his weary thoughts he might beguile),
Delighted turns thy stranger-stream to greet.

William Lisle Bowles
In Dedication To The Life And Works Of Allen Ginsberg

a friend once told me I could find you
either sitting in on a street stairway
smoking a joint or at some adult show
watching an afternoon stripper

Joseph Mayo Wristen
Everyday Characters V - Portrait Of A Lady



Winthrop Mackworth Praed