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If Only I Could, I Would

If only I could, I would

My mnd roaming with yr name on it
My mind taking a flashback on u,on us

Maite Lemekwane

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:

Rudyard Kipling

A state of selflessness
The home of true love
Where compassion lives
The soul that lives for others

Ola Olawale
You Are Aware

You are aware of your world,
Detached from where other’s life curled.

You aren’t aware who will lie,

Sakshi Seth
You Will Soon Show Up

Have a look at what You already know.
About how much mess I swim in
In men's eyes.

Evans Owusu Kissi
Suicide Note

Part 1
Because of my cross, I find this life a misery
Like every cast in this dramatic adventure

Okey Nwande

Fall in love at first sight
We become attached to one another
Commit to stay together &
Mingle as a life partner.

Norbu Dorji
A Man's Prayer

A man who stayed here for a while,
Starts to seek what his heart desires,
His confused of entities he ought to know,
Whether the world might bring him sorrow.

Jenny Aduana-doinog
True Diffidence

My boy, you may take it from me,
That of all the afflictions accurst
With which a man's saddled
And hampered and addled,

William Schwenck Gilbert
Grace Darling

Among the dwellers in the silent fields
The natural heart is touched, and public way
And crowded street resound with ballad strains,
Inspired by one whose very name bespeaks

William Wordsworth
The Sonnets Cxxxviii - When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.

William Shakespeare
Song Of Myself

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Walt Whitman

When my words don't matter to you
What will my silence do?
When I can't trust you,
Why do I still want to

Part Of You

It's a sorry from my heart to you,
i tried my best but could never be a part of you.
it all started well,
we knew each other as well,

Faded Black

A desert life, lonely it may seem
A long journey awaits
But aimless you feel
With no clear path to take

Juana Liwanag
The Sail Of Dreams

You make me laugh, you make me cry,
You misjudged me but my soul can't die.
The Index of my finger falls on the guitar,
And the rhythm that came out makes me feel better.

Swarnadeep Dey Sarkar
A Dry Leaf

"Trust" was our land
And we were immature seeds
A downpour of "love"
We bloomed into a Tree..

Minu Chaudhary
The Old Huntsman

I've never ceased to curse the day I signed
A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece.
'Twas a bad deal all round; and dear enough
It cost me, what with my daft management,

Siegfried Sassoon
Unto Me? I Do Not Know You—

"Unto Me?" I do not know youâ??
Where may be your House?

"I am Jesusâ??Late of Judeaâ??

Emily Dickinson
White Horses

Where run your colts at pasture?
Where hide your mares to breed?
'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap
Or wove Sargasso weed;

Rudyard Kipling
Gazing Upon Your Unwind Dreams

Weary I am, listen you all those hearing me,
Here I stand ahead, not with delightful heart.
In dejection I exclaim, pay back my sweats-
And all those span I bestowed for felicity.

Santosh Kumar
Sonnet 048: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way

How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unusèd stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!

William Shakespeare
Any Wife To Any Husband


My love, this is the bitterest, that thou
Who art all truth and who dost love me now

Robert Browning
Not Perfect

I'm not full of answers
Nor full of questions
I sense what my heart follows
Maybe I take suggestions

Az Mo
Under Which Lyre


(Phi Beta Kappa Poem, Harvard, 1946)


W. H. Auden
A Little Bread—a Crust—a Crumb


A little bread-a crust-a crumb-
A little trust-a demijohn-

Emily Dickinson
Why Fades A Dream?

Why fades a dream?
An iridescent ray
Flecked in between the tryst
Of night and day.

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Fear Of The Inexplicable

xistence of the individual; the relationship between
one human being and another has also been cramped by it,
as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of
endless possibilities and set down in a fallow spot on the

Rainer Maria Rilke
Serve From Heart

I chase You chase,
Not to kill innocent animals,
Just to save the harvest,
Where commoner have invested.

Norbu Dorji
The Holy Fair

A note of seeming truth and trust
Hid crafty observation;
And secret hung, with poison'd crust,
The dirk of defamation:

Robert Burns
Sonnet 023: As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage

As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,

William Shakespeare
Global Peace

In this era the leaders are very ambitious,
They want to lead and threaten the world,
With power of force and nuclear weapons &
Capture beyond the control land,

Norbu Dorji
The Wind Of Love

The could rises from the vales,
Climbs & move high to kiss the mountains,
Never expecting to return again,
Unless the wind blows back.

Norbu Dorji
The Royal Tombs Of Golconda

I MUSE among these silent fanes
Whose spacious darkness guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.

Sarojini Naidu
The Three Little Pigs

The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,

Roald Dahl
Walt Whitman


And what I assume you shall assume;

Walt Whitman


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

Norbu Dorji

I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,
One over, one under the hill.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Much In Little

Amid the iris and the rose,
The honeysuckle and the bay,
The wild earth for a moment goes
In dust or weed another way.

Yvor Winters
The Dove

In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find,
That Passion can depress or raise
The Heav'nly, as the Human Mind:
Who dare deny what Virgil says?

Matthew Prior
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

Leaving You, Will Be A Mistake~

The tale full of darkness
You came and sparkled it with glitter's
In the mirror of your eyes,
She can see her beautiful features!

Karmanya Kaur
Ghazal 62

Well done O messenger, bring a message from my friend
Willingly I'll give my own life for the sake of my friend.
Like a nightingale in cage, being love-sick is my trend
A singing parrot in love with nuts and sweets of my friend.

Shams Al-din Hafiz Shirazi

I feel so vulnerable in this world full of perfectionist
Still don't understand why I can't be my own person
why do I smile with my face covered
why do I try the same clothes 100 times after which I change into another

Ozoe Favour
To A Mountain Daisy


Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;

Robert Burns
Absalom And Achitophel

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:

John Dryden
I Got You In My Life

I have got you by great luck,
I have stolen you,
From the lines of destiny,
My breath is governed by your love,

Pallavi Deepchand
Corny Bill

His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth,
His hat pushed from his brow,
His dress best fitted for the South --
I think I see him now;

Henry Lawson
The Rock-tomb Of Bradore

A DREAR and desolate shore!
Where no tree unfolds its leaves,
And never the spring wind weaves
Green grass for the hunter's tread;

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie

O A' ye pious godly flocks,
Weel fed on pastures orthodox,
Wha now will keep you frae the fox,
Or worrying tykes?

Robert Burns