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Poems of Beauty



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Types of Love

1:

Richard Cory

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)




Whenever Richard Cory went down town ,
We people on the pavement looked at him :
He was a gentleman from sole to crown ,
Clean favored, and imperially slim .

And he was always quietly arrayed ,
and he was always human when he talked ;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said ,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked .

And he was rich--yes, richer than a king --
And admirably schooled in every grace :
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place .

So on we worked, and waited for the light ,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread ;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night ,
Went home and put a bullet through his head .


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2:

ًًQuatrains of RUMI

When you confine, I'm free.
If you rebuke, I'm honored.
Your dividing blade is love.
Your moaning, song.


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Never too many fish in a swift creek,
never too much water for fish to live in.
No place is too small for lovers,
nor can lovers see too much of the world.


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3:

My mother,I love you and I need you ,even though
I love you and I need you ,even though!
I may at times have made you tear your hair
I set myself apart,but even so
your presence and your love are always there.
you are my jail cell and ten-ton door.
that keeps me from just being who I am.
and so I pound the walls and go to war
Ramming all the rules that I can ram.
yet though I must rebel,all the while
I know your love s the ground on which I stand.
I wait upon the flash of your pround smile,my mother
and twist inside at every reprimand.
I m sorry for the times I ve caused you pain;
after these brief storms,love will remain.

Barry Tayler


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4:

nobody love you
nobody want to speak with you'
no body want to help you
nobody want to talk with you
take it easy honey
my name is nobody


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5:

THE PEACE PROPOSAL

Said General Clay to General Gore
"Really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die is such a bore"
"I quite agree," said General Gore

Said General Gore to General Clay,
"We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way".
"A grand idea", said General Clay

Said General Clay to General Gore,
"We'll build sand castles on the shore".
Said General Gore, "We'll splash and play".
"Let's leave right now", said General Clay

Said General Gore to General Clay,
"But what if the sea is closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away?"
"A dreadful thought", said General Clay.

Said General Gore to General Clay,
I've always feared the ocean's spray.
And we may drown." "It's true we may.
It chills my blood", said General Clay.

Said General Clay to General Gore,
"My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We better go on with our war."
"I quite agree", said General Gore

Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas, there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.



And now listen to the poet himself (Shel Silverstein) reading his poem:
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English Idiom's With English Definition's From A-Z

6:

Here Is My First Poem

Maybe It Seems To Be Funny

If So Please Tolerate It

×××××××

I want to fly in your lonely sky

But I can't...


I Want All Names Of Animals & Colors In English
Because I am far away

But...



Whenever We are Wherever We are

We love eath Other

now and then I see You In my Dream

That's when My Love becomes Stronger

I can't Sleep a Wink till I'll see you next morning

then I don't know....



Why I can't tell you " I love you "

But I hope You can realize Love When you see My Silk Eyes

That's My cause of Life

You are Everthing Which I have

At Times When I see myslef In a Mirror I Kiss it

Because I think I look at Your Beauty Face

I can't Think About Somebody Else

You Are Alone In My Heart

In Writing Everything is Simple

But When I Look At Your Pretty Face My tongue becomes Locked

Thank goodness anyway !!

It is Really Enough For Me

That

I can look at your face and kiss your Picture

××××××

Please Improve My Mistakes And Send Your Openion

7:

Hello My dear friend
Congratulations for you have written a very beautiful poem here.

I think you are talented in that and if you keep writing such poems you will gain an extraordinary ability to write and speak in english in an elegant way.

Wish you best of luck and Waiting for your other poems in here.
Bye

8:

Hello My Best Friend

Thanks alot

I appreciate You

I didn't think about this poem as a matter of fact

It is an Off handed Poem

Of course If You call it poem

Thank Again I became more hopeful when I read Your post

Best Regards

9:

Hi Mohamad!
I hope you are good.

Be sure about your writing.

There are some who read and FEEL your poem.

please go on ...


10:

Dear Mohammad
Your poem is really magnificent and significant

Good Luck

11:

hello mohammad
it was very good .

i want to say some thing to you .

if it is your first poem so what about your second poem .....
please continue...


12:

well this ain't my first poem or id better say lyrics cause it has music along with it ,just wanted to know how
you feel when you go through the lines

Degradation

you should have broken me
long before my degradation
cause now it's late for me to climb above

you should have thrown me away
long before your affectation
makes me feel i'm in love

now its late for me to understand
the price of your love is too high to be in demand
and i will let go of these crazy thoughts
and i will let go of this sensible feel
and i'll try to forget what has gone by
and i'll try to comprehend all thats real

oh its real(2x)

you never thought of me
even though your emotions
made me believe your love is real

you couldn't trust in me
just because your expectations
were too hard for me to fulfill


now its late for me to understand
the price of your love is too high to be in demand
and i will let go of these crazy thoughts
and i will let go of this sensible feel
and i'll try to forget what has gone by
and i'll try to comprehend all thats real

13:

hi again
i will start with this one and i promise to write more
WE ARE SEVEN

William Wordsworth

--------A SIMPLE Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad: 10
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.

"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered, "Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

20

"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."

"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be."

Then did the little Maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we; 30
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree."

"You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five."

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little Maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.

40

"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.

"And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay, 50
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

"So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

"And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side." 60

"How many are you, then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven?"
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
"O Master! we are seven."

"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
1798.
.


14:

Loving You..

How my thoughts
are racing soooo...
I just whispered aloud -
"I love you...",
and have the softest feeling -
for real,
no teasing.

You 'get' to me so damnably easy...
I don't know or understand why
or how -
you just do.
It's because...
somehow...

we...

belong.
I know...
silly me.

I melt at some awkward times
and just shake my head at others.
But I want to hold you so tight
and make love to you
and hold you close afterward
and make love to you
and just 'be' with you
and love you.

Woman...the thoughts that just race by
physical...

mental...
my stomachs a big knot
and I want to sing,
smile...

just laugh...
shake it off...
but can't.

I want you curled with me,
around me,
on me.
I want to be in you -
a part of you...
held so very tight and close...
and never let go.
I want to touch you,
taste...
explore...
mentally, physically...
and more -
so much more.
I want to play
and 'be'
as only we can.

How my thoughts
are racing soooo...
such is the beginning
of 'loving' you...
silly me.


15:

she will stay

The Echoes tracing in the mind.
The Essence of You, she seeks.
With hopes to one day find…
Yet, deep inside herself, she retreats.

her Journey taking her far and wide.
In very few, she will confide.
Aching for her Masters Touch…
Bringing forth from her… so much.

she finds herself seeking her One,
Ever faithful in her Journey, her Quest.
Knowing the past can never be undone,
her loyalty constantly put to test.

Your Call bringing her soul alert.
Closer to You, with every day.
Licking every wound of her hurt,
Knowing one day with You, she will stay.

The Essence of You,
Bringing slave to her knees.
Through and through…
It is only You, slave aims to please.

she crawls, she trembles,
accepting solace along the way.
Inside herself, she always remembers…
The care You have on display.

Leaving the safety of her nest…
she crawls, doing her very best.
she knows You await,
she knows one day...

her Fate.
You beckon to her in every way,
Safety for her, You create.

Knowing her yearnings deep within...
Will bring her to the day…
A new Exchange will begin,
And within Your soul, this slave will stay.

From Master, she will never need hide.
Sharing with You, a Love like no other.
With joy, in You, slave will confide.
Only You will stand above her.

A Kiss of Completion…
Masters Kiss...

like no other.
Without definition or hesitation,
she knows You will stand before her.

As time carries on…
In Journey Together…
From her soul...

a song…
No more tumultuous weather.

So, in her solitude of today…
The sky, her soul, seemingly so gray.
A song deep inside, strumming… alluring...
It is the song only Master and this slave will Know.

And at Your Will… this slave will stay.
As it is with Master Above...
Kneeling before You, as slave… below.


16:

1st dessert

tucked away near a hidden hollow
is the stone cabin peppered
with smattering of fresh white snow

a long grey wispy trail of smoke
rises into the cloudless cyan sky
and turns southward by winter's gale

inside the safe sanctuary it smells of soup
mixed with the rising homemade bread
taking me back to childhood joys

I hear her softly singing as she cooks
the cats weave through her steps
and graze her calves peeking from black gown

I enter her domain to fill my cup
with Kenyan coffee and a touch of cream
she smiles impishly as if recalling the night

a kiss exchanged as my hands slip between
soft silk and softer warm thrill of skin
finding nothing but flesh underneath

she giggles as I lift her lithe lovely body
placing her at the edge of the counter
her legs wrap tautly around my neck

my tongue snuggles between her pink gate
as I drink from her endless fountain
lapping her sweet musk scented ---

till her moans punctuate each wicked flick
and her river flows freely feeding my lust
a succulent dessert enjoyed before the meal

17:

FOUR Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.


He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.


john keats

18:

Thou hast made me , and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now , for now mine end dothe haste
I run to death , and death meets me fast
And all my pleasures are like yesterday
I dare not move my deem eyes any way
Despair behind , and death before doth cast
Such terror , and my feeble flesh dothe waste
By sin in it , which it towards hell doth weigh
Onlt thou art above , and when towards thee
By thy leave I can look , I rise again
But our old subtle foe so temteth me
That not one hour myself I can sustain
Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art
And thou like adamant draw mine iron heart

John Donne

19:

Death ,be not proud , though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful , for thou art not so
For those whom thou think ‘st thou dost overthrow
Die not , poor death , nor yet canst thou kill me
From rest and sleep , which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure ; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones , and soul ‘ s delivery
Thou art slave to fate , chance , kings , and desperate men
And dost with perison , war , and sickness dwell
And better than thy stroke ; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past , we wake eternally
And death shall be not more ; death , thou shalt die
John Donne

20:

Life can be such a wondrous thing,
Filled with flowers that bloom,
And birds that do sing;
A summer day, an evening breeze,
And oh how the wind does so rustle the trees...
If you relax for a moment,
And let go of the stress
I'm am certain you'll find
That we truly are blessed!
So, give thanks to the Lord
For the seasons and and tides,
For nature's sweet gifts,
And for all He provides!

21:

You May never know...
The Perfetion I feel ; Inside my soul
When I see the true love in your eyes
The comfort I feel ; On your warm shoulders
When you hold me close to your heart
A Melody that echo ; Wi' the breeze of summer
My heartstrings playing for you
Even in drizzles & storms & hurricanes
I hear your voice everywhere
My days spent with dreaming endless
Day deams of a home on the range
I cried alone In the nights sleepless
Missing your fragrance in my room
How precious you are ; listen my love
More than a Kohinoor the best
For me there's nobody ever has been
More wondrous nor gorgeous than you

22:

[]Life is Beauty


Life is beauty, admire it.



Life is bliss, taste it.



Life is a dream, realize it.



Life is a challenge, meet it.



Life is a duty, complete it.

Life is a game, play it.



Life is a promise, fulfill it.



Life is sorrow, overcome it.



Life is a song, sing it.



Life is a struggle, accept it.



Life is a tragedy, confront it.



Life is an adventure, dare it.

Life is luck, make it.



Life is too precious, do not destroy it.



Life is life, fight for it.

23:

IF I WERE...
If I were a memory I’d hold you there forever
Reminding you of the good times we shared together


If I were a smile on your face I would stay
Never to let sadness chase me too far away

If I were a teardrop I’d roll gently down from your eyes
Not to burn much but to mend your sweet cries


If I were a hand I’d want you to hold me in your own
Carry me through life ..

even when I’m grown

If I were feet I would stay inline with you
So I could be with you in all that you do

If I were a shadow I would always follow
We’d face things together in all the tomorrows


If I were pain I’d stay far away from the start
To make sure you never felt me or I never broke your heart


If I were a song I’d be a sweet sound to your ear
To keep up your hopes and carry you thru the years

If I were strength I’d give you my all
I’d hold you high and never let your fall


If I were your heart I’d be steady and true
I’d be there in every beat; staying strong for you


If I were the sun I’d shine down upon your face
Illuminate your smile and radiate through your grace


If I were a star I’d sparkle like your eyes
I would look upon your life and never stop my shine


I don’t know how good at those things I could be
I’m not any of them but this I want you to see


If I were a friend I couldn’t let you down
I’d never let you fall or walk away from me with a frown


If I were a friend I would hold your hand
I would be with you always, I hope you understand


If I were a friend I would give you my all
And though it’s not much, I’ll be there when you call


If I were a friend I’d be in every memory too
When you laughed, when you cried, I’d be with you


I CAN be these things, it’s not impossible to be a friend
I CAN be your best and I’ll be here till the end


If I were forever, you would be too
Together forever – ME and YOU...






Great Friends are part of memories time can
never erase! When Life is blessed with Good
Friends, more pleasant memories are there to
look back to...

24:

About You

Your touch is with me always,
It's burnt into my skin,
As soft and warm as sun rays
When a summer day sets in.

Your soft voice never silent,
It's forever in my ears,
Serenading every moment
And calming all my fears.

Your arms always enfold me,
The strength of angels wings,
They support and protect me wholly
With the safety a true love brings.


There re many things in ure life which will catch ure eye but only few will catch ure heart pursue those

25:

Today I saw a butterfly,
as it floated in the air;
Its wings were spread in splendor,
Unaware that I was there.
It was such a thing of beauty,
It was a sight to see;
It was the perfect masterpiece,
Full of grace and majesty.

I found myself thinking,
to what can this compare?
And then, of course, I thought of you,
And I wished that you were there.

God sure was extra careful,
When He formed and fashioned you;
You too, became a masterpiece,
Yet God is still not through.

He's daily making changes,
that other folks can't see;
You're already true perfection,
At least you are to me.

26:

A dream no more

by Marjan

With water colors
I drew a greenish castle
My teacher said
No castle's green
And handed me brown
brown flew
Covered
My dream of a castle so green

My flawed drawing
Became
Severely perfect
Torn
No longer a dream

Years past
As the pitter-patter of seconds
Came down dancing
Upon the ruins of my dream
bearing my tune
no more

27:

My mom and dad

form: double etheree


from
the first
Blessed was I
In their embrace
Learned how to smile
To never cry when I
Fall and when plain am called
Soothing & gentle winds they are
Sent by God, so caring, kind, divine
Precious guardian angels of mine

Taking the time of their lives teaching me
How to open my wings and be free
Grown up by their side, been guided
Watered by their lullabies
Am ablaze with their grace
With a love that won't melt
Mesmerized by
The look in
Their eyes
Shines


By Marjan

28:

congratulatetion
very beautiful poam

29:

And this is my poem i hope u like

actually it's not poem it's kind of beautiful sentence :

Life is too short to think a bout mistakes and last

but time is too long to think a bout futer

30:

every thing every place is a kind of poem :shekspear

31:

DANCING PANTS

and now for the dancing pants ,
doing their fabulous dance .
form the seat to the pleat
they will bounce to the beat ,
with no legs inside them
and no feet beneath .
they'll whirl , and twirl , and jiggle and prance ,
so just start the music
and give them a chance --------
let's have a big hand for the wonderful , marvelous
super sensational , utterly fabulous ,
talented dancing pants !


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