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Revenge Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
Busy old fool, unruly Sun: Why dost thou thus Through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
By Shahid Ali5 years ago in Poets
When you grow old, you must become good To become the best that you can achieve Like a melon ripening and fireworks taking off
By RACHEL HELMS5 years ago in Poets
This rain comes pouring down Like tears straight from heaven The keeper of the stars has a plan Our paths crossed When they were meant to be
brittle hope poems into feathers of this morning flexing many periods. refinding light and turning to face it the clock on the wall is terrible
By Thomas Mattson5 years ago in Poets
A LITTLE BOY LOST b ‘Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know.
By Mohsin5 years ago in Poets
Where olive leaves were twinkling in every wind that blew, There sat beneath the pleasant shade a damsel of Peru. Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
What flocks of critics hover here today, As vultures wait on armies for their prey, All gaping for the carcasses of a play!
Sun-Kissed Sonnet Sun Kissed by the early summer light Caramel sleek skin flash sheen so golden Rainbow toes waltzing through waves at mid Night
By Sandra Fowlks5 years ago in Poets
A beachball rests beside the empty porch. The moon reflects its solitary twin. No campfire, but a cintronella torch casts light upon this self-indulgent whim.
By L J Purves5 years ago in Poets
i believed in you and every word said. i twirled as those words echoed in my head spinning circles, daisies brushing my thighs,
By brittany schmidt 5 years ago in Poets
Douglas Adams was his name, introducing Ford Prefect brought his fame. The Catcher in the Rye was Holden's journey to New York City.
By JoAnne Scalf5 years ago in Poets
