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Black Beauty

Ebony is what I call her name
She and beauty are equal and same
Whenever she's out of sight causes an ache
Because she taste sweet like cake
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Ogunjobi Olaitan

Ogunjobi Olaitan
Teachers- Our Guiding Angels

You inspire us every single day,
With all the knowledgable words you say.
Your wisdom always helps us cure,
Your kindness, makes every heart pure.
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Priyadarshini Goel

Priyadarshini Goel
Life

Every soul shall have the taste of Death,
Life is a precious gift,
Live everyday as it is your last day on Earth,
You are unique, a masterpiece
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Salma Hatim

Salma Hatim
Sailing In The Depths Of Your Eyes

When u look at me, your eyes are shinning,
I see the sparkle of happiness in their glow,
I want to sink in the depths of your eyes,
And lose myself in the infinite love you hold.
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Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor
Love - The Symbolic Soul

Love is a journey, only few dispatch it,
Not all can, the dream in life who loves,
Although millions of promises created.
It's fragile like a narrow glass, easily smart,
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Santosh Kumar

Santosh Kumar
Work And Joy

Each day I live I thank the Lord
I do the work I love;
And in it find a rich reward,
All price and praise above.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Bénédiction (benediction)

Lorsque, par un décret des puissances suprêmes,
Le Poète apparaît en ce monde ennuyé,
Sa mère épouvantée et pleine de blasphèmes
Crispe ses poings vers Dieu, qui la prend en pitié:
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Product Of Inspiration

I have sought for inspiration.
I have pursued motivation
But I've come to realize that the best motivators of ourselves are within us, but my experience in life has made me who I am today.
I have come to appreciate that sometimes we don't get to choose what we want in life but we become products of circumstances.
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Bhekisipho Nyathi

Bhekisipho Nyathi
It Is Funny, You Will Be Dead Some Day

it is funny, you will be dead some day.
By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean
the unique and nervously obscene

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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings
Pain

Why is my life just a couple of moments long?
For this kind of love,even ages aren't enough,
Let me ask for some more time from God,
I have to live just here,
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Pallavi Deepchand

Pallavi Deepchand
Amateur Poet

You see that sheaf of slender books
Upon the topmost shelf,
At which no browser ever looks,
Because they're by . . . myself;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Amoureuse Du Diable

A Stéphane Mallarmé.


Il parle italien avec un accent russe.
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
Fallen

My country! by our fathers reared
As champion of the world's opprest;
Whose moral force the tyrant feared;
Whose flag all struggling freemen cheered;
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John L. Stoddard

John L. Stoddard
Gemini And Virgo

Some vast amount of years ago,
Ere all my youth had vanished from me,
A boy it was my lot to know,
Whom his familiar friends called Tommy.
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Charles Stuart Calverley
Art Will Show To Eternity Your Soul

I am a woman, using a mirror everyday,
Like all of you, i'm seeing my reflection into it,
Even i am sad, happy, tired or bored,
What i'm seeing in my mirror it's my physical reality, my own truth.
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Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor
Lancelot 08

For longer war they came, and with a fury
That only Modred's opportunity,
Seized in the dark of Britain, could have hushed
And ended in a night. For Lancelot,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
A Brave And Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
La Mort Des Amants

Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères,
Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Écloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Compact Dusk

Here at the height of the day night change
The color of the sky is uncertain,
The sky depending in which direction
One's eye strains, each of its swatches a strange
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Bill Knott
Lake

Maidenly lake, fathomless lake,
Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes,
Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sake
Whom your shore no longer touches.
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Czeslaw Milosz
Don't Let This Moment End

Come with me my love, let's run away,
Give me your hand to hold and have trust in me,
I'm gonna take you to a place of dreams,
Where our love is safe and lives in harmony.
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Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor
Love Lies Sleeping

from cinder star to star,
coupling the ends of streets
to trains of light.

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Elizabeth Bishop
.your Wild Flower Of Mountain

Once upon a time was a wild flower,
Living in the mountains nearest sky and stars,
Other side of world was a young man living,
Seeking for the happiness of his life.
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Cristina Teodor

Cristina Teodor
Wrecked Illusions

Dedicated to Louis Becke


You are now in London town,
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Victor James Daley
Études Latines

La jeunesse nous quitte et les Grâces aussi ;
Les désirs amoureux s'envolent après elles,
Et le sommeil facile. À quoi bon le souci
Des Espérances éternelles ?
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
The Ballad Of The Ice-worm Cocktail

To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames.
A pane of glass was in his eye, and stockings on his stems.
Upon the shoulder of his coat a leather pad he wore,
To rest his deadly rifle when it wasn't seeking gore;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
On The 100th Anniversary Of Anna Akhmatova

The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,
The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter --
God saves all that -- especially the words
Of love and pity, as His only way to utter.
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Joseph Brodsky
The Tourist

Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land,
And prove the touring season actively begun;
His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand,
For each upon his frontlet bears his honest brand-
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Hattie Howard
Love #2.

The small, white, soft hand of a maid can shoot
A bolt will bar a giant's way; and, oh!
The dreamy Love is a unique magician,
That, tender as the maiden's lily hand,
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Robert Crawford
Captain Craig Ii

Yet that ride had an end, as all rides have;
And the days coming after took the road
That all days take,-though never one of them
Went by but I got some good thought of it
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Le Paradis

Des buissons lumineux fusaient comme des gerbes ;
Mille insectes, tels des prismes, vibraient dans l'air ;
Le vent jouait avec l'ombre des lilas clairs,
Sur le tissu des eaux et les nappes de l'herbe.
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Emile Verhaeren
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?
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Work And Joy

Each day I live I thank the Lord
I do the work I love;
And in it find a rich reward,
All price and praise above.
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Robert William Service
Dear Repugnant

DEAR REPUGNANT

We're happy to die
To leave this abhors
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Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu

Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu
Rousseau

That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau,
Declared himself unique.
How men persist in doing so,
Puzzles me more than Greek.
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Gamaliel Bradford
A La France

Personne pour toi. Tous sont d'accord. Celui-ci,
Nommé Gladstone, dit à tes bourreaux : merci !
Cet autre, nommé Grant, te conspue, et cet autre,
Nommé Bancroft, t'outrage ; ici c'est un apôtre,
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Victor Marie Hugo
C'est à? Coups De Canon Qu'on Rend Le Peuple Heureux

C'est à coups de canon qu'on rend le peuple heureux.
Nous sommes revenus de tous ces grands mots creux :
- Progrès, fraternité, mission de la France,
Droits de l'homme, raison, liberté, tolérance. -
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Victor Marie Hugo
Description Of Love

A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Amateur Poet

You see that sheaf of slender books
Upon the topmost shelf,
At which no browser ever looks,
Because they're by . . . myself;
.....

Robert William Service
The Divagator

You think my songs are strange.
I think they are myself.
I let my fancy rangeâ??
The divagating elf.
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Gamaliel Bradford
Insondable, Immuable, à?ternel, Absolu

Insondable, immuable, éternel, absolu ;
Face de vision ; être qui toujours crée ;
Centre ; rayonnement d'épouvante sacrée ;
Toute-puissance ayant des devoirs et des lois ;
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Victor Marie Hugo
The Bibliomaniac's's Prayer

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way
That I may truths eternal seek;
I need protecting care to-day,--
My purse is light, my flesh is weak.
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field
Merveille De La Guerre

Que c'est beau ces fusées qui illuminent la nuit
Elles montent sur leur propre cime et se penchent pour regarder
Ce sont des dames qui dansent avec leurs regards pour yeux bras et cÅ?urs

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Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire
The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain

There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.

He breathed its oxygen,
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Wallace Stevens
Ballade Of Modest Confession

My reading is extremely deep and wide;
And as our modern education goesâ??
Unique I think, and skilfully applied
To Art and Industry and Autres Choses
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Hilaire Belloc

Hilaire Belloc
La Vie Antérieure (my Earlier Life)

J'ai longtemps habité sous de vastes portiques
Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux,
Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,
Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
I Went To Heaven,--

I went to heaven,--
'T was a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
My Typewriter

I used to think a pot of ink
Held magic in its fluid,
And I would ply a pen when I
Was hoary a a Druid;
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Robert William Service
Hymne à? La Beauté (hymn To Beauty)

Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abîme,
O Beauté? ton regard, infernal et divin,
Verse confusément le bienfait et le crime,
Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire