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Short Poems

As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.


- Emily Dickinson (poem: XLV)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They FLASH upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

- William Wordsworth


Nothingness --- Rumi

under streetlights haloing amid the black trees,
your shadow follows close to me
on the familiar sidewalk
where we talk of a million nothings

at home in the dark
I lie awake, again,
telling you, my every thought
and the moon is caught
in the empty space beside me
filled with the eager nearness of your
listening

now all is echo
where we once walked
where we once talked
of the nothings and the every-things

never afraid
never alone
I am given the vaporous rush
of you, lingering

in all that love,
there is no love
like that
which I feel
when the night begins,
in the dim quiet voice
of silence

Carrie Richards

5/7/15


Written by: Maya Angelou ||
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 alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.



Written by: Maya Angelou | Poem
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise
I rise
I rise.


" A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."

By: John Keats



'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
- John Keats


My People
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.

The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.

Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people

by Langston Hughes


Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony
which is in the universal being;
truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind.

By: Rabindranath Tagore


Beauty is truth's smile
when she beholds her own face in
a perfect mirror.

By: Rabindranath Tagore


 

The beauty
Of a simplicity-life
And the beauty
Of a self-giving heart
Have no equal.

May beauty be my mind's
Immediate choice.
May beauty be my heart's
Perfect voice.

Beauty
Is my heart's
Mind-transcendence-hope.

By Sri Chinmoy






Alexandrine Poem
Rugby Grass Roots

The grandstand is gelid by sharp wintry breeze
Carried off from the field are the last of dead leaves
The shrill of the whistle, muffled calls from the crowd
From the tunnel stampede, metal studs echo loud.
With high flick-tossing coin, each Captain his reason
To kick-off with his mates a new rugby season.

The kicker announces starting ball high and long
And on lumbering wind sings a rugby man's song.
Fifteen players below, impatient stand waiting
Eyes fixed to the heavens, the ball falls rotating.
To arms of the hardest with sweetest possession
The match now has begun— the rugby obsession!

Steaming bodies in scrums, the grunt of engagement
Weary boots grappling earth now frozen like pavement
By tackle, ruck, lineout each man one-and-for-all
With a powerful push, a try-bound rolling maul.
Players leaping for joy, heads of others hang low
Elation, deception; how such rugby games go.

So Grand Final is here, a long winter has passed
The crowd and the flyer say it happened too fast;
Cut-throat right to the last; Wing, Second Row, Prop
A try, then conversion, to make every heart stop!
(Far left of the uprights went the ball as it sailed
But a strong winter gale, and two points were nailed!)

And as sweet summer grass now lies low in the sun
where butterflies frolic, spider webbing is spun
White sidelines are missing, fields are ripe, rich 'n' green
Rugby season has passed, but the spirit still keen:
A rugby ball punted, a lone boy, polished boots
To play for his country—dreams race by on grass roots.

 


The Reason Why

Plagued by the weight of pain and doubt
I rejoice to hear the world screaming out
Every victim a note in my grand opus
All serve the morning star
Knowingly, unknowingly
Willing, unwilling
You're just too busy suffering to notice
All created for an audience of one
The father, the Holy Ghost and the son
Oh how he loves and cherishes you all
Oh how your misery will make him fall
There will be no apocalypse
No comets, no floods
No nuclear winter no disease
You are under the protection of my science
I gave you light and warmth of fire
Gave you the perception of a scholar
Long will you live, far will you spread
While you think you are the gods
Your blood will flow from your flaws
Peace will always be a fools dream
A fool in pain that will serve me
The only equality you will ever know
Are my strings attached head to toe
For all of you that scream out "why"
It's all to make god die
Because I am the devil
And It's not your soul I'm going to claim

Alexandrine Poem
The angel

Death wraps around her
Like a tarnished ring on a finger
She takes one last breath
In which alcohol lingers
The pills went down
Too soon after
The only thing she'll miss
Is his sweet laughter
The blade is in her hand
For the cuts on her wrist
Doesn't bother putting on a band aid
It will all be over quick
She has a smile on her face
As she lays back and cries
She has her notes
Now she's saying a sweet good bye
Her angel in the ground matches
The statue now above her head
"Never let them take the light behind your eyes"
Was the last thing she had said
Friends gathered to talk
about the girl they use to know
How she was too young
Still had room to grow
Dear, I wish you knew
How we miss you terribly
I think of you every night
And I still talk of you,sweetly
Details | Alexandrine Poem | |
Today The Teacher Farted

Today the teacher farted,
It was an awful smell.
It was just like a rotting egg,
Straight from the depths of Hell!

She tried to keep it secret,
By sitting in a group.
But it was really obvious,
When she said, "Who did that poop?"

She screwed her bright, red face up,
And blamed it all on Claire.
But later when I needed help,
The stench was round her chair!

She avoided my eye CONTACT,
And ticked my work in green.
But she knew that her body smells,
Were foul and quite obscene.

I asked her what that smell was,
She said she'd not a clue.
I hope to God that eggy smell,
Was fart and not a poo!

Today the teacher farted,
My word, what had she ate?
I'll always remember what she did,
And now I'm thirty eight!


Alexandrine Poem
LIFE OF FUN

everyday the morning feels
something new to search fun
to admire himself a sun
to throw the lights like a gun

Life is full of fun
no matter how much sadness comes
but fun makes more time that couldnt pass away
to every minute and every second

DO dance play FOOTBALL cricket enjoy the life
life is simply a few years no matter when this end
but enjoy up to those days of living
no matter when this end

 


Alexandrine Poem
Thumbing the Nose

The goal of a poem: its intrinsic I.D.
is grab folk: to show them; to imbue imagery –
to say something profound and to then sculpt the words
into a form that's sound and is pleasantly heard.

Note that augmentation, achieved by devices
Like alliteration should not pose a crisis
But should more go with flow: more embrace than a grope;
Less stagnation than growth … to surprise Alex Pope.

So "caesura", don't cease: use sensuous metre.
With reined rhythmic release; caress – don't just beat her.
Steal past each armoured guard: have Words blithe crash each scene;
refute yon jaded bard who 'dissed' Alexandrine.


Alexandrine Poem
Dhoni REtIRED FROM TEST CRICKET

A big smile on the face when he was in all three forms, but
one smile has been lost away from my face a lot
Of course, I am from Nepal but like the Indian Player ,
It doesn't mean that i dont love my country but for him, i will always be a prayer

HE is one whom i look from my small age
with him i have spent a lot in TV,
looking his famous cricketership always a smile comes,
don't blame, hurt, DHoni my heart comes with tears

 

 


Alexandrine Poem
And She Wept Oh So Gently Upon My Shoulder

Bring me dawn, soft
like the first
breath of Spring.
Bring me dusk, brisk
like the Morning's
fresh cry,
like the Ocean's
spray caressing my
skin.
Bring me voice,
shaped into a
lullaby,
dampened with cars
and carts from Old
Shanghai.
Bring me time, so we
can be older,
right here, right
now, watching the
seconds fly.
Bring me love, when
my heart grows
colder.

And she wept oh so
gently upon my
shoulder.


Alexandrine Poem
For Lost I Am In My Dreams Of Terror

For lost I am in my dreams of terror
- ring the bells of ghastly churches made
of iron! And flee the nightly tremor
from memories of children at play.
These sweep the mind in most pleasing ways,
like specks of tulips on gentle winds borne,
Futility, my dear, hides the Sun's rays
and closes the door to memories adored
and I weep in my dreams for happiness no more.

Alexandrine Poem
IF I was A Beggar

In streets, roads, louding with a loud voice for living
waiting for someone to give money by throwing
is this the life the god gave
if they became beggar why couldn't I

Nothing matters how wealthy or poor i am
just fascinated with the beggar's slam
so much sad and stressful moment i dont' like to see
their children can't go to school because they have no money to give fee

 

 

 

Alexandrine Poem
all to go

All to go

I to go
we to go
you to go
& all to must hereafter.

I to do
we to do
you to do
all to must good deeds

Alexandrine Poem
Chores

Cleaning the house, Cleaning my room
Deciding what to use, the mop or the broom
trying to do the dishes while washing the floor
why do i have to clean and paint the door?

Oh my word!, there's so much more
Why do cleaning have to be a bore
I'm busy cleaning the lounge and the kitchen
while my siblings are siting inside eating juicy,delicious chicken

Every PART of my body is getting numb
Why do chores have to be so dumb?
Cleaning the house, Cleaning my room
Deciding what to use the mop or the broom
Details | Alexandrine Poem | |
Ivory hymm

Every place I have taken you, I had a plan.
Every tear you have cried had a purpose.
Every undertaking through the hurt was Me.
There with you watching you, allowing you to choose the path.
You are here now, with Me.
If it took that for me to be here with you now... You are here.
Remember this moment.
You will fall; fall short.
You will learn.
You will then be able to teach.
You my child will have a story that is heard.
A seed; a seed that seems to be so troubled.
That through me will grow.
Grow into a strong tree, that is rooted.
The blooms will be bright for they are only from turning back to me, the root -connected.
Be still, be strong, be a testament that something so beautiful, so worthy of my love will stand the test of trial.
Details | Alexandrine Poem | |
I miss you my love

I miss you so much
I tried to move on, but have failed
I imagine often that your hand I clutch
I miss your lovey smile
The way you were so passionate
I would follow you for miles
On end until I found you


Alexandrine Poem
Hearts content

My hearts a
little broken

And a little
battered too

It's also kind
of beaten

But my heart
is all for you

 

Alexandrine Poem
Down Pressor

I
hate
the
oppression
you
so
heavily
bear
upon
my
mind.
Made
carry
heavy
loads
like
a
donkey,
messed
up
my
views
like
the
sight
of
the
blind.
I
know
no
more
what
I
knew
before.
You
came
to
South
Africa
with
your
Boere-
war.
Chewed
down
the
thinnest
breadlines,
and
saw
the
many
lives
you've
torn.
Raped
my
sisters
and
birthed
pink
babies,
the
original
black
man's
spawn.
Your
craftsmen
were
learned
in
bashing
our
heads
against
the
wall.
Then
you
lie
to
the
world
about
Adam
and
The
Fall.
As
you
preached
God,
you
killed
thousands
with
your
guns.
Catholic
popes
were
pedophile
gays
who
married
lesbian
nuns.
Your
husbands
killed
our
brothers
and
raped
their
daughters,
or
pimped
their
mothers
as
slavery
bought
their
sons.
Encouraged
abortion
amongst
blacks,
so
you
can
over-
populate
the
country.
You
hunger
me
like
Somalia,
and
your
pocket
money
never
fed
me.
Took
my
cattle
and
fields
and
turned
them
into
slave
labour.
Thanks
to
you
we
now
know
what
it
means
to
hate
your
neighbor.
Called
our
faiths
pagan
and
took
away
our
herbs.
Made
witches
out
our
doctors
of
the
spirit.
turned
experience
into
science,
and
bestowed
it
upon
dark
artists
with
merit.
We
now
have
become
street
kids,
because
we
can't
make
another
riot.
This
is
my FREE
speech
like
radio
broadcasts,
try
hard
to
keep
me
quiet.

 

| Alexandrine Poem | |
Knowledge of Good and Evil

Step with me onto a boat; we need somewhere to go.
Our destination is not for us to know.
A stiff wind carries us beyond the sight of land
Where all that can be seen; we see from where we stand.
Beware of colored lights; see truth in black and white
The earth and sea, like life, are true and they are right.

There are no guiding paths on this the restless sea.
You may look to heaven but here there is no mercy.
Appearances deceive; clear thought is pushed out
Innocence is eclipsed when guilt remains in doubt.
The compass turns and turns. The center does not hold.
We forget what we know, and believe what we're told.

Our voices yearn to sing, for the beauty of life;
Not silenced by hatred, cruelty or senseless strife.
The snow brings oblivion soft and gently it falls
Destroying nothing but covering it all.
We find comfort in belief as belief outweighs doubt.
But no fraud lasts forever, and all lies are found out

With a sudden warm rain the snow breaks in the mountain
Each brook now makes decent into cascade and fountain,
All come here for an end; our fate is all the same
to sink beneath the depths of this bounty main.
All flow into the abyss where all debt finds its end
But from despair and hope goodness is born again

The rain from the mountains, form a raging river
We over flow our banks with brown muddy water.
But we will not settle on just the river's bed,
But on the level plain in the cornfields instead
To replenish the earth, which will always sustain.
The course of the river will be forever changed.


Alexandrine Poem
CURRIE

CURRIE

She is my Noah's ark
The flood can't wash away the memory of us
No bridge can create a gap between us
I love every PART of her and cherish it all
Don't even want God to recreate her afresh
Everything about her I respect and treasure.

I love this girl
I already said it all; she told me hers as well
Our love story has passed the middle page
It all started well and still moving well
All the obstacles on our way; we cruised over
Though the roads are still narrow; we will find our way.

Time shall fade away
We say, hope and see fading away
Everything hoped for shall come to pass
Eyes on calendar like a movie; focused on time
To be forever together; our final destination
To love and cherish each other; history shall forever remember Currie.

 

Alexandrine Poem
My Faith In Him

Even through hardship,
you gave me the membership,
to stand up again;
from those who don't believe,
I can see,
right above me,
you are there to my human eyes only,
I don't believe in you just faithfully,
I believe in you spiritually.
For broken hearts comes to tears,
for desperation comes to fears,
to deal with insanity once again.
No matter what agony,
or I snap mentally,
all the deaths been shown these days,
I will hold my faith of praise,
to all the madness we've caused,
you will show us your miracles,
for you are known as God.


Alexandrine Poem
the writer

The Writer.
When young, long before the computer was invented,
I rented a cabin in the north of Spain, serious and Nordic
I wanted to be a writer and brought with me a travel
typewriter – you will find one at a technical museum-
ready to stun the world. North of Spain is winter cold
the wood in the shed was damp gave off smoke and
little fire. Daytime not bad a frozen pond and a pair of
skates kept me warm. Nights, however, was cold till
a flock of sheep was seeking shelter I let them in, soon
the cabin was warm if smelly; mucking out in the morning
took times. Keeping company with sheep and ice skating
is not an ideal intellectual pursuit, to make matters worse
I had no ribbons – a sheep ate them-
Having read Ernest Hemingway I knew I had to live a little
and find my own way of telling a story.

 

Alexandrine Poem
I DIE FOR YOU

YOUR LOVE KILLS ME DEVOTIONALLY
I'M DEVOTED TO YOU
I LIVE IN SILENT TREATED BY YOUR LOVE
I DARE TO LOSE YOU EMOTIONALLY
I'M EMOTIONAL DEVOTED TO YOUR LOVE
MY HEART IS FEEL WITH STONE ROCKS
THAT HURTS ME LIKE A HEART ATTACK
WHY ARE YOU SO SILENT WITH YOUR WORDS?
DO YOU CARE THAT I DIE FOR YOU?


Alexandrine Poem
Just Like That

JUST LIKE THAT

Amidst mixed expectations; came the unexpected
It all happened too sudden as was never expected
Out rightly, everything started to moved in the wrong direction
All that functioned stopped to function; the un-functioned started to function
Everything out of everything; it was too much for a surprise
Failure gnashed its ugly teeth at them; they became failures.

High on hope as the preacher made believe
To keep waiting as the adviser convinced
Time after time; our wall clock turned into television
Eyes fixed at every moving second; still waiting on hope
Just at the last hour when our eyes seemed to have shifted from the clock
Success happily smiled at us; we became successful.

Look! We need to talk
I guess I will start by saying that I'm sorry
I never planned for this to happen; though seems still a plan
I thought I was in control of everything; so I thought
As it appeared we have lost control of the most important thing between us
We went on our separate ways; to look for something else to control
With love gone; we chewed silently on our broken hearts.
Just like that...

Alexandrine Poem
Nepal Earthquake

What a sad period for us,
Nothing goes on our side, APART from some excursance,
Helping from different countries is going on,
Many people whom they suffered have got their needs,
but what have we done that we got that huge disturbance,
The country of Beauty, Nepal Has not been that type what he was,


 

Alexandrine Poem
who says

A life lived in Missouri....
Time ticks and I start to feel more and more guilty...
As we know I was dealt a shitty hand of cards......
Your still number 1 in my heart.....
Says to be my bestest friend......
Your were no longer there at the end...
Forgiving is all we can do....
Moving on is the beginning of something new.....
I have no shame against you.....
But for now will be distance....

 

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