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The Wood-cutter

The sky is like an envelope,
One of those blue official things;
And, sealing it, to mock our hope,
The moon, a silver wafer, clings.
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Robert William Service
Journey

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me-I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Early Sunset

If the sun sets for me at dawn
So that the white in me turns black
Before I shed off a single milk teeth
If I vacate that soothsome seat
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Michael Aete

Michael Aete
The Friends

I had some friends, but I dreamed that they were dead,
Who used to dance with lanterns round a little boy in bed;
Green and white lanterns that waved to and fro:
But I haven't seen a Firefly since ever so long ago!
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Interim

The room is full of you!-As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!-
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Solitaire

WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city,
And sifts down between the uneven roofs,
My mind begins to peek and peer.
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Blue And White

BLUE is Our Ladyâ??s colour,
White is Our Lordâ??s.
To-morrow I will wear a knot
Of blue and white cords,
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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Low-tide

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Anaphora

Each day with so much ceremony
begins, with birds, with bells,
with whistles from a factory;
such white-gold skies our eyes
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Elizabeth Bishop
Mariposa

Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Dreams

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 ?



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Martina Rimbaldo

Martina Rimbaldo
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
The Promise

I'm glad these feelings inside stayed
For me to look back at those days.
When we didn't think of times being late,
When the heart shaped stars were our place.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes

‘What do you make so fair and bright?'

‘I make the cloak of Sorrow:
O lovely to see in all men's sight
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Vox Corporis

The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.
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Sara Teasdale
Fits And Befits

Ten rolling fingers
Few bold and straight
Rest not assured
With faith and fate.
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Debjani Chatterjee

Debjani Chatterjee
I Guess It's Over

I guess they were right,
when they said the world isn't all black and white.
Nothing lasts forever,
but I thought we'd stay together
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Duwayne Frieslaar

Duwayne Frieslaar
In The Bayou

Lazy and slow, through the snags and trees
Move the sluggish currents, half asleep;
Around and between the cypress knees,
Like black, slow snakes the dark tides creep-
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
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
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Francis Ngwenya

Francis Ngwenya
The Lanyard

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room
bouncing from typewriter to piano
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
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Billy Collins
Great White Buffalo

I am at a crossroads.
Surrounded with people, yet alone.
Ambiguous and confused, for sure.
Not clear about my future,
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Dean L.

Dean L.
My Country

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

Llewellyn Douglas
The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,
Where Rameses stares forth serene,
And Ammon's heavy temple stands.
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Sara Teasdale
My Dream

Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night,
Each word whereof is weighed and sifted truth.

I stood beside Euphrates while it swelled
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Freedom's Plow

When a man starts out with nothing,
When a man starts out with his hands
Empty, but clean,
When a man starts to build a world,
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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
Sonnet 012: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Jobson's Amen

"Blessed be the English and all their ways and works.
Cursed be the Infidels, Hereticks, and Turks!"
"Amen," quo' Jobson, "but where I used to lie
Was neither Candle, Bell nor Book to curse my brethren by,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Was Robert Gabriel Mugabe The Twentieth Century Black Angel Gabriel?

Was Robert Gabriel Mugabe the black twentieth century Angel Gabriel?
news of the birth of Zimbabwe,
was brought by Mugabe Gabriel,

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Francis Ngwenya

Francis Ngwenya
Late October Woods

Clumped in the shadow of the beech,
In whose brown top the crows are loud,
Where, every side, great briers reach
And cling like hands, the beechdrops crowd
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
Your Sun

I'd be the sun in your moon,
A fire burning in your skies.
Layers of white and orange tune
In petals of flowers yet to bloom.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
Ambition

They brought the mighty chief to town;
They showed him strange, unwonted sights;
Yet as he wandered up and down,
He seemed to scorn their vain delights.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Moonset

But see! . . . the body does not sink;
It rides upon the tide
(A starbeam on the dagger's haft),
With staring eyes and wide . . .
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
My King

Like a molten plastic I become
To stand straight I forget
Hoping I'm not misdemeanoring
For as a fool I don't want to be described
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Reneilwe Mathipa

Reneilwe Mathipa
55 Years Of His Existence.

There is blood, There is blood.
In that blood he sees 55 years of his existence.
Blood graces the white floor just as failure graces his existence.
He look long back in his life, He sees a 16 year old to love his loved ones forever.
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Riya Saluja

Riya Saluja
Fly To The Land Of Freedom

Fly to the land of freedom
A little birdie came chirping to my courtyard,
Vibrant its wings were,
Tangerine, green,and white,
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Chitra Arun

Chitra Arun
All That Is Fake

Convincing words, all that a broken heart needs.
A bandage, required by wound that bleeds.
But words can break a heart too
A bandage, when ripped can hurt too
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Celeana Carmen

Celeana Carmen
Our End

Hot streaks of white rolls down my cheek

As he holds me ever so close to his heart
The beat of it is like a sweet lullaby reminding me how much he loves me
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Morgan Mccane

Morgan Mccane
Christmas In India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks-the sky is saffron-yellow-
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Soulmate

Calm as no stories heard, Days to count: in white you vowed,
Eight years together for you money mattered,
In House of God you called each other brother and sister,
You blood related, blood related, Technologies never lie
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Marco Babu

Marco Babu
The Other Side

I lost myself more than once;
I lose myself, find myself.
Time to time I've even seen hell,
A voice waking me up from death.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
Gray Room

Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
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Wallace Stevens
Her Legs

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and hairless as an egg.


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Robert Herrick
Forlorn

Cover under the tree of white blood
Matching in pain and fear's
Sounds of Tear's on the black face of young and old, sold to sorrowful days
Who will go next? the question, but answer not given
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Afe Tosin Shola

Afe Tosin Shola
The Voice Of Spring

I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
In the blue and sunny sky,
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Mary Howitt

Mary Howitt
All For Me

All for me the bumble-bee
Drones his song in the perfect weather;
And, just on purpose to sing to me,
Thrush and blue-bird came North together.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Morning Express

Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white,
The travellers stand in pools of wintry light,
Offering themselves to morn's long, slanting arrows.
The train's due; porters trundle laden barrows.
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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon
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,
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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon
Advent Of Spring

The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain.
In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees.
Sorrowing over the times, the flowers are weeping.
The birds startled my heart in fear of departing.
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Du Fu
Sandpiper

The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.
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Elizabeth Bishop