=== Hidden Voice ===
The voice of unspoken words
Reflects in the mirror of my soul,
A symphony turns
My heart chords crimson;
I feel ecstasy.
The beat of his thoughts
Drop to silence,
And the benevolence of
His murmur
Stays with me... – by Naheed Virk | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–
best... – by Mary Oliver | 1,687 Views added 2 years ago
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A Nightingale in the Cage of My Breast
In this leafy orchard is a nightingale,
a nightingale whose songs are the dawn
and take me into the light,
to the mountains of legendary Farhad,
and to the place where mad Majnun talks to the raven:
... – by Farzaneh Khojandi | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will... – by Mary Oliver | 32,826 Views added 2 years ago
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Life doesn't frighten me
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don't frighten... – by Maya Angelou | 751 Views added 2 years ago
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Alone
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all... – by Maya Angelou | 366 Views added 2 years ago
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When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me back again
0 my true friend, I am not lone
While thou canst speak with such a tone!
So hopeless is the world... – by Emily Brontë | 147 Views added 2 years ago
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I see around me
tombstones grey
Stretching their shadows far away.
Beneath the turf my footsteps tread
Lie low and lone the silent dead -
Beneath the turf - beneath the mould -
Forever dark, forever cold -
And my eyes cannot hold the... – by Emily Brontë | 29 Views added 2 years ago
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Cold sunshine writes our elegy in frost,
Author of light a million snowflakes lost,
All gone forever into swirling air,
A dance of death that is no longer there.
Pure poetry becomes a stanza said,
Classical white a message left unread,
While... – by Sandra Fowler | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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How can I write a shadow beautiful?
It is elusive, haunting as old verse.
The wind transcribes the dusk upon pale leaves.
I touch your hand to prove the mood is real.
A cloud or two portends day's epitaph.
Friend, linger takes us where... – by Sandra Fowler | 18 Views added 2 years ago
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Words will no longer come from you to me,
Handwritten from a land of minarets.
The imagery still lights my afterthoughts,
I wish you a long sunset, poet friend.
How strange the loss of letters matters when
We never met in ordinary life.
And... – by Sandra Fowler | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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