മൃത്യുവിൽ നരച്ച തലകൾ
ജീവന്റെ ഭാരം നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ട
അജീവാത്മാക്കൾ
ഇളംകാറ്റിൻ ചിറകേറിപ്പറക്കുന്നു
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Delicacy of a mountain breeze;
How it passes with such ease.
Swing high, swing low
Gentle trees
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Just this winter thought to remind
Whenever you look out from behind your blind,
When we enter another night of freezing
They're some persons shivering and coughing and sneezing.
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See that homeless person sitting on the bench
See how they look and how they flench,
While you mock them and say they are stinking
I wonder what God is thinking.
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The graying surgeon and other experts- a poem by Hindukush Ojha
Watching the drama of the world unfold
To the manifold mind's stories being told,
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Think you'd really transformed
I hope life had gone nowhere
I hope my wife had fix her mess
her selves, her demeanors, her laughter
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In the realm where skies kiss the dawn,
A solitary bird, in flight, is drawn.
Wings spread wide, in the heavens high,
Echoing the breath of the world's soft sigh.
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In your presence, a trembling dance unfolds,
Why do you shake, a mystery untold?
Each moment shared, a delicate quake,
Like dropped perfume, memories break.
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While walking inside a beautiful park,
I was arrested by the sweet perfume
Of a solitary flower!
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Man, you will carry as a shield a truth spoken in the wilderness,
And in your heart like a flame, an entire future will burn:
For the world sees you, open your eyes, be ready for the journey,
Even if love flees from your arms, under another sky, beneath other ashes.
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Through the folds of silence, deep into the serene night,
I wait in the melancholic shadow of my thoughts,
For the rhapsody to wrap me in its delicate wings,
To lead me into mysterious, starry worlds.
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It's too late, beloved, for our dream shattered,
Under the night sky, chimeras have us buried,
Intoxicated with illusions, wrapped in cigarette perfume,
On deserted streets, we are shadows of dreams unfulfilled.
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In a fairytale day, in the magical light,
We got lost in the dance of burning passion,
Our words melted into tenderness,
In a symphony of love vibrating in the air.
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In the depths where the hounds of nonexistence bark,
Vigilant guardians of silent eternity,
On the land of somber undulation, the dogs of death howl relentlessly,
They are the keepers of the secret in the tattered webs of time.
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Fall evening turns in to night.
As the darkness descends
It stares at me through blinds.
I leave the blinds open to touch it back.
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In the negative infinity between us,
In the desolate field of wounded hearts,
Where echoes of sorrow roll at night,
We remained, separated from our slumbering dreams.
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The Truth is the only one...
...who knows The Truth;
The Truth is manifest...
...in ourselves and cosmos;
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The only shivers thirsty for life that dance in memory,
Are those moments, bathed in the pure light of love,
When the heart, an untamed bird, leaped from its nest,
And we ran through dreams and realities, with a soul in love.
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I often wondered, in the night of my thoughts,
Why is it so hard to find ourselves in the sea of life,
We pass by each other, like ephemeral shadows,
Without noticing, without truly touching.
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As the year ends, its hues trickle down into a bewitched sunset,
Beneath autumn's brown cheeks, the sky is boldly dusted,
With summer's goodbye in a yellow garb, it laid over the lands,
The earth's heart in seed, for bouquets shunned, from desires begged.
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Beneath the forest's canopy, the bluebells glimmer in quiver,
Dancing on a carpet of blue, flowers that lead in the ether.
A bass clef fluttering of nectar's verse, they open secret trails,
And quietly, tiny creatures carve their path in the azure.
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Under the vault of shadow of unfulfilled love,
The sweet poison becomes the purpose of bitter days,
When the heart, caught in the tender dance of beginnings,
Gradually sinks into the labyrinth of forced intimacy.
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When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano,
It was simpler to become a rock, not letting yourself be unraveled by the waves of myopia.
After seasons died in your arms, resigned to your cold might,
You questioned if perhaps all flowers tear their petals in vain for you.
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The woman is a serpent with eyes that hypnotize,
That wants to swallow you whole, to engulf you in her fascination,
With her enchanted smile, she lures you into her blind web,
She drinks your soul and leaves only stirred memories.
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In the shadow of reason, a forsaken house can be glimpsed,
An forgotten place, where memories are just pale echoes.
In the pockets of the soul, unachievements linger,
Massive dreams, lacking the spark that could be.
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Men are desires, Women are secrets
Men are desires, untold stories,
Women are secrets, adorned in dreams,
Two different universes, searching for each other in the night,
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And my life without you is just a long death,
A broken clock, with its mute and deaf ticking.
Unspoken words drown me, tighten like a pack of shadows,
Grazing the vast silences, over time and destiny, unheard and rabid.
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Psychologically speaking, women are snakes and men are mice,
In the ancient theater of the world, where masks fall and rise in dance,
She, the slithery queen of untold stories, an endless paradox,
With a glance that untethers ships from their moors, in a sea without driftwood, without sails.
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Times are tough,
People might not to be happy around the world,
People may be discouraged by the news of their family having cancer,
The best gift is your decision to donate your hair,
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Resembles, or more fearful
Echoes, ahead of time
Noise of what, shaky, makes fall
Crowned in peace kingdoms, all.
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Suitable clay, from canyon's lay
Enough water, the Lord's offer
Mix together, spite the weather
Smooth consistence, like seasoned friends
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Its spectres of dread, stepping
Harmless as shadows;
Without sound.
Unless crept up of those guilts!
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Falling for you closed my eyes,
You everything I want and need,
Love growing deeper at every breath,
Seeing you happy is what I live for.
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My sweet soulmate,
Open your heart, let me in
You're my only safe haven
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These its paths, many-seated, for
Whose up and doing ways
Muscle-throbbing, just get off.
Day-long, far ends of days.
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More than where he is
At present, chair-weighed.
Afar, and in time, too.
And lighter conveyed!
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Proofs of the divine?
Stunned into silence
Hath you so declared them.
Time, time again.
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This time of the Christmas
Year
I'm looking forward to Christmas as I do every year and I'm missing my loved ones who are no longer here. Their gift is their blessings that I feel every day and that is something that can't be taken away. It is not a gift that is wrapped up in ribbons and bows but something that many of us know.
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She's not drear like the curtsying heavens
Where the clouds they drip their doom,
She's more like the rising Dawn-
'Mischief's' spawn-
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Tell me
Another story
One with a different ending
And please make me believe it
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The Night the Darkness Ended
Because now I could see clearly
Simply how the world would be
If sin had not come to me.
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Oh what a pretty sight she is
Oh how fair beauty she holds
Oh how her skin lights up the room
Latte skin mixed with creamy toasted honey
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Africa my Africa; of resources rich.
Aggressively wooed because her potentials enrich.
Africa the bride, historically bid for.
The continent dark with opulent fields to explore.
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If I say, morning sunshine
It's because I wish you will stay till moonshine
If I say, you brighten my day
It's because I want us to be till grey
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You used to be a friend to me
But now you're a stranger
You act like as if nothing has ever happened
But this isn't new shit
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Do You Remember?
A long time ago,
when women ruled the world
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I was walking
With great energy and spirit,
Suddenly......
The first shadow asked me,
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Het huis met drie muren
Oosterse erotiek
door Freeyad Ibrahim
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Down by the sea,
where the waves crash and roar
seagulls take flight,
above the sandy shore.
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Tears slide down my red checks
I just ran at the best meet I could ever attend
But you don't care
You haven't for a full year
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I want to hide,
into some distant desert
that has the deepest darkest cave
then I can crawl
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You in your oversized jeans
Bowl hair to cover unassuming eyes
Pale skin, so susceptible to redness
Uncut nails
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Nightmares through the day
Night was spent writing
About my days' dreams
And now I can't sleep
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In the tapestry of time, you've been the one,
Guiding me through the moon and the sun.
Through my lows and highs, a steadfast guide,
In your embrace, my shelter, my pride.
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Feel no alarm, when nature's arm, draws you in to her sweet absorbing core.
Absolved of all pain dissolved with the rain in peace and rest forevermore.
Do not resist, your brow has been kissed, lay down in her soft embrace.
Trust in her fair mothering care, in death there's no disgrace
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I don't know why God has
Placed me here alone?
My beloved wife prefers to
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Tuesday morning, December 12, 2023, begun at 8: 06 a.m. and completed at 8: 51 a.m.; re-entered on Poem Hunter for a second time at 9: 52 a.m.
—I thought about writing the following poem after seeing a photo of my wife Kim Jung Sook Ryan warmly holding hands with her oldest sister, Kim Sung Sook, outside Sung Sook's home in Seoul, South Korea on the afternoon of November 14, 2023, the day of Kim's return flight to the United States from Seoul.
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I descend into an abyss of melancholy,
Tormented by a myriad of thoughts.
I watch my soul vanish,
My existence turns into nothingness.
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By Stanley Collymore
Why is the United Kingdom the
only country that seems to
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Lives are falling through the hourglass
As I stand in the void of time
Disconnected from the loving hand
No longer to be in the heart of mine
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I recall the rural life of the butterfly
Extravagantly —that proud floating mass of wings.
Her wings flutter from sea to coast so eloquently,
Yet silent with the muteness of frightened breeze.
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How many days must separate these great days of the Lord,
Though all our days we celebrate amazing grace outpoured?
And while it's true we're born again, as each of us discerns,
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A master had a garden fair
It bloomed so bright, got tender care
A sign hung by his humble gate
Invited men to contemplate:
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Feed me yr books and songs
As my Buddhist Jew Roshi
Feed me the wisdom of Montreal
In the form of cream cheese and lox
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Today I'm, again, thankful for joy…
and the way our creators designed it
giving us the support…
the talent
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I learned a little about joy…
on our main street…of all places…
as a group of children were singing Christmas carols and dancing…
The joy was on their faces.
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Leda
തൃഷ്ണയുണർത്തുന്നതിൻ സ്പർശ-
മതിൻ മിഴികളെന്നെ സ്വയമവയിലേക്കേ
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People think that people forget.
Yes, but no; people seem to,
But prefer to move on
And away 'till a time
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The thought of past lives,
Ever pass through your mind,
Who you may have been, what you did,
Take notice when things come easy,
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It's that time of year,
Filled with goodwill and cheer?
That's what some would have you believe,
To those living in fear,
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Remember, in that pub, when they would not serve me
because of you? Or when, in Vermont,
however hard you tried, you couldn't
catch the bar girl's eye?
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It's that time of year,
Filled with goodwill and cheer?
That's what some would have you believe,
To those living in fear,
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should this poem live?
I wished that I could carve in stone
rare words that would shine beyond the time allotted me
not that I knew ought of carving
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I am a Palestinian child, whose doll is lying in the flaky debris,
How this is possible?
How this is possible?
Last night I kissed my mother's cheek and hugged my father,
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They sing, those voices in the sunlight, humming of a brightness that shines within love's embrace. They speak of a nectar, a sweet-flowing honey that fills our souls and leaves us whole and satisfied, forever finding that next bliss.
Love, they say, is a savior, a kind guide who offers us all, a generous giver that enriches our sanity and leaves us healed and happy in its wake. It mends our hearts, covers the scars beneath, and delights in the joy it bestows.
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A Christmas holly tree as I
Am celebrated Christmas time.
There be a story as to why.
Gospel of Matthew says that I'm
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In my heart i hold a place,
Just for you,
it is your space.
Filled with love and memories,
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BIG HUG TO YOU MY MORNING DEAR
YOU ONLY IN MY MIND IT'S A CLEAR
BREATHING YOU FEEL YOU IT'S A TRUTH
BECAUE OF YOU LIKE NATURE EVERY VIEW
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My Lord, I stand before you in Qiyam...
...not in the hopes of being granted peace...
...on me alone...
...but to be bestowed upon all...
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You wear borrowed feathers...
...You cannot fly where you should;
You have got false teeth...
...You cannot defend what is the truth;
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A pain beyond all telling...
...is hid in the silence of my people;
The people sold like dumb cattle;
The bloody clouds hang on their land;
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Simple hearted people!
They ask them to stay dead;
The mystery of living in terror...
...and tyranny unveiled.
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Sometimes
You may be punished
Unnecessarily sans your fault!
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One wakeful night the Dreams to me do come
And ghastly songs are whispered to my ears
What ghostly Fate will in pale Vision show
We think this Fancy will not do us harm
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"Where are you going, Bedah, dear old crone -
With your rattan basket, scattered with rice?
Harvest clouds are thinning out the monsoon,
No stars glint in your rural paradise
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After the deafening silence
The cacophony that came was a blessing
Once we get our heads around it
We are ethereal beings witnessing the world
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Can there be worse than endless-fountain'd grief,
More pain, still fraught with agues of suffering
O Savior mine, whose Divine ease, shall bring
O Blessing for the World, such sweet Relief
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This world
Is partly rigid
And partly flexible
Like Indian constitution
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For Sale
Away from the madding crowd.
To Your home of peace we come.
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Blanca Navidad no es lo que mucha gente piensa que es
Como sabemos, la Navidad es una animada fiesta anual
Que muchos festejan siete días antes de fin del año
La Natividad de Jesús. La Navidad es una fiesta
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In the heart of stillness, I found my gold,
In whispers of the wind, stories untold.
Richness lies not in the clink of coins,
But in the soul's endless, boundless joins.
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A scarce atmosphere
Yips with distanced disorder
Ernest syzygy
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to take
a single poem
to paint
multiple split images
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