SOCIAL POEMS

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The Dilettante: A Modern Type

He scribbles some in prose and verse,
And now and then he prints it;
He paints a little,-gathers some
Of Nature's gold and mints it.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ugandan Social Media Tax Duel

Late of Cancer, bill passed
Not to envy by that
Could it carry out its authorities
Multitudes as they wondered as though a bill can be opposed!
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Jova Petr

Jova Petr
Fighting The Fastest Wing Of Communication

Fighting is not sinning,
fighting is cleaning
of social,political or economic injustices,
fighting is the wheel of justice! fighting is the fastest and easiest wing of communication!
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Francis Ngwenya

Francis Ngwenya
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
Elegy Ii. On Posthumous Reputation - To A Friend

O grief of griefs! that Envy's frantic ire
Should rob the living virtue of its praise;
O foolish Muses! that with zeal aspire
To deck the cold insensate shrine with bays.
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William Shenstone
Source

Source

Mountains covered with snow & forest are the source,
For the cascade of streams & rivers to nourish the lands,
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
Elegy Xxv. To Delia, With Some Flowers

Whate'er could Sculpture's curious art employ,
Whate'er the lavish hand of Wealth can shower,
These would I give-and every gift enjoy,
That pleased my fair-but Fate denies the power.
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William Shenstone
Young Democracy

HARK! Young Democracy from sleep
Our careless sentries raps:
A backwash from the Futureâ??s deep
Our Evilâ??s foreland laps.
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Bernard O'dowd
My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Winslow

1922: the stone porch of my Grandfatherâ??s summer house

I
â??I wonâ??t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!â?
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Robert Lowell
Bereavement

Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,
Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!
Soothing it stole on my deluded ear,
Most like soft music, that might sometimes cheat
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William Lisle Bowles
The Village Of Tayport And Its Surroundings

All ye pleasure-seekers, where'er ye be,
I pray ye all be advised by me,
Go and visit Tayport on the banks o' the Tay,
And there ye can spend a pleasant holiday.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Thoughts About The Person From Porlock

Coleridge received the Person from Porlock
And ever after called him a curse,
Then why did he hurry to let him in?
He could have hid in the house.
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Stevie Smith
Social Forestry Day

Nation observed 2nd June annually,
As Social Forestry Day to love & respect,
Our beloved Fourth King and,
Community to manage our resources sensibly.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
To My Brother George

Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;-the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;-
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John Keats

John Keats
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.
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William Collins
The Unknown Citizen

(To JS/07/M/378/ This Marble Monument
Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
To A Mouse

On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Love Letter

Love letter is a explanation of,
Burning feelings in written form,
Deliver by hand or mailing,
The charm is in secretly dropping
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
An Ode To My Love

Oda a su amante

Typical night
I found myself being with a guy
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Angela Bugtai

Angela Bugtai
The Cotter's Saturday Night

INSCRIBED TO ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ.

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys and destiny obscure;
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
September, 1819

Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day

Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night
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Nikki Giovanni
Books Written On The Road

ocean wave moving across sail crape rays
sun glimmering sea rail sunset, campfire
beach street revolutionary figures, walk
taken along the sand, somewhere between
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
To M.i.

Thou, Margaret, lov'st the secret shade,
The murmuring brook, or tow'ring tree;
The village cot within the glade,
And lonely walk have charms for thee.
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Matilda Betham

Matilda Betham
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?
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Hattie Howard
Summer

Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead:
The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil,
Healthful and strong; full as the summer-rose
Blown by prevailing suns, the ruddy maid,
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James Thomson
I Knew A Man By Sight

I knew a man by sight,
A blameless wight,
Who, for a year or more,
Had daily passed my door,
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Henry David Thoreau
Omega

WRAPT in fancy by a river,
That flows onward ever, ever,
Down I sat me while the moon
In her fairest vesture shoneâ??
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Joseph Skipsey
Report From Paradise

In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours
salaries are higher prices steadily go down
manual labour is not tiring (because of reduced gravity)
chopping wood is no harder than typing
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Zbigniew Herbert
Elijah

INTO that good old Hebrewâ??s soul sublime
The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
For where the thunders of imperial Storm
Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves
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Henry Kendall
Poems That Do Not Rhyme

I love poems that do not rhyme
But find another way to a good link Somewhere around the middle
Thus its writer can be certain
Of the message through spontaneity
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Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim

Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim
A Song To David

I
O Thou, that sit'st upon a throne,
With harp of high majestic tone,
To praise the King of kings;
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Christopher Smart

Christopher Smart
London

The gorgeous stream of England's wealth goes by,
Mixed with the mud and refuse, as of old â??
The hungry, homeless, naked, sick and cold;
Want mocked by waste and greedy luxury.
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Ada Cambridge
Sonnet 03 - Unlike Are We, Unlike, O Princely Heart!

III

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Vision Of Columbus - Book 2

High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,
The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;
When round the realms superior lustre flew,
And call'd new wonders to the hero's view.
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Joel Barlow
Sonnet Reversed

Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.

Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon!
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Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke
Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge The Banker

Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power in the land;
His city bank had granted him an autocratic hand;
For our town was most remote from commerce centres then,
And only Mr Bodge could know who were our solid men.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
To Laugh Often And Much

To laugh often and much;â?¨
to win the respect of the intelligent peopleâ?¨
and the affection of children;â?¨
to earn the appreciation of honest criticsâ?¨
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Twa Dogs

A Tale

'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Jane

My daughter Jane makes dresses
For beautiful Princesses;
But though she's plain is Jane,
Of needlework she's vain,
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Robert William Service
The Stag.

Blest be the boy, by virtue nurst,
Who knows not aught of fear's controul,
And keeps, in peril's sudden burst,
The freedom of an active soul.
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William Hayley

William Hayley
The Face

There is a face I know too well,
A face I dread to see,
So vain it is, so eloquent
Of all futility.
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Stevie Smith
To Anna

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Amelia Opie
The Mob

Why stand dumbfounded and aghast,
As at invading armies sweeping by,
Surprised by haggard face and threatening cry,
The storm unheralded, that rose so fast?
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Ada Cambridge
Dover Cliffs

On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood
Uprear their shadowing heads, and at their feet
Hear not the surge that has for ages beat,
How many a lonely wanderer has stood!
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William Lisle Bowles
Laughter

I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games,
Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn aim.
I laugh at pomp and vanity, at riches, rank and pride;
At social inanity, at swager, swank and side.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Poetry

RISING and setting suns of Libertyâ??
Mountainous exploits and the wrecks thick strewn
By stormy Passion oâ??er Lifeâ??s treacherous sea,
Relieved with shores of green delight, and boon
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Charles Harpur
I Murder Hate

I MURDER hate by flood or field,
Tho' glory's name may screen us;
In wars at home I'll spend my bloodâ??
Life-giving wars of Venus.
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
The Baldness Of Chewed-ear

When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee,
His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free;
But in old Hymen's jack-pot, it's a most amazin' thing,
Them flowin' locks jest disappeared like snow-balls in the Spring;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Dæmonic Love

Man was made of social earth,
Child and brother from his birth;
Tethered by a liquid cord
Of blood through veins of kindred poured,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson