Best Crushes Poems

The birches are mad with green points
the wood's edge is burning with their green,
burning, seething--No, no, no.
The birches are opening their leaves one
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I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
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A wild-bear chace, didst never see?
Then hast thou lived in vain.
Thy richest bump of glorious glee,
Lies desert in thy brain.
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Raise me more love… raise me
my prettiest fits of madness
O’ dagger’s journey… in my flesh
and knife’s plunge…
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Today, recovering from influenza,
I begin, having nothing worse to do,
This autobiography that ends a
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Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep
Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred,
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I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare strand
Of hillocks, heap'd from ever-shifting sand,
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Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of
Frost, through the absence of objects to reflect the rays. `What no one
with us shares, seems scarce our own.' The presence of a ONE,

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raise me more love… raise me
my prettiest fits of madness
O’ dagger’s journey… in my flesh
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I hate this grinding poverty—
To toil, and pinch, and borrow,
And be for ever haunted by
The spectre of to-morrow.
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WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
   The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
   With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;
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What shall I do with the spring
when I hear only the cuckoo moaning
and cannot see gorgeous flowers blossom?
What shall I do with the garden
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And now as Dawn rose from her couch beside Tithonus, harbinger of
light alike to mortals and immortals, Jove sent fierce Discord with
the ensign of war in her hands to the ships of the Achaeans. She
took her stand by the huge black hull of Ulysses' ship which was
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WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven,
Forth to a world of labour, death, and care;
Still, of his native Eden, bounteous Heaven
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Emporers and kings! in vain you strive
Your torments to conceal--
The age is come that shakes your thrones,
Tramples in dust despotic crowns,
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If a person holds oneself dear,
let one watch oneself carefully.
The wise should be watchful
during at least one of the three watches.
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She just turned my life around,
When I finally found her;
Changing my entire being,
As well as my character.
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March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums
And floods: while often at his cottage door
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Wave after wave
crushes over my legs
i remember mom's every word
to help me stand
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Illustrious fathers of the human race,
Of you, the song of your afflicted sons
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The quiet wait, contemplate,
the scene- everything it contains,
The mundane, the magic,
the vibrant, the apathetic-
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Me, you and her
Stand for each other
We are gals with common hubbies
And always stick together as buddies.
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Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
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(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ALLEGORICAL RELATIONS. A FAINT LIGHT SHOWS DIMLY THROUGH THE SCREEN AS IF IT WERE WOVEN OF LEAVES, BRANCHES AND SHADOWS.)

FIRST VOICE
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You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
burning-flower from Sparta, the beautiful sea-flower
Cut in clear stone, crowned with the fragrant golden mane, she
the ageless, the uncontaminable-
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Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of
Frost, through the absence of objects to reflect the rays. `What no one
with us shares, seems scarce our own.' The presence of a ONE,
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LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings
won!
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I

Prince of Bards was old Aneurin;
He the grand Gododin sang;
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I have seen Passion Storm
and sweep away obstacles.

Did Romeo and Juliet's
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Sophocles: Thou goest then, and leavest none behind Worthy to rival thee!
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Dramatis Personae
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The poet in his cell, unkempt and sick,
who crushes underfoot a manuscript,
measures, with a gaze that horror has inflamed,
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Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness,
Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty;
Yea, and her mouth’s prudent and crude caress
Means even less than her many words to me.
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THE clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the hours
We shall meet round the table that blushes with flowers,
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WELCOME home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray,
And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, better day;
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Their spirits beat upon mine
Like the wings of a thousand butterflies.
I closed my eyes and felt their spirits vibrating.
I closed my eyes, yet I knew when their lashes
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from Atalanta in Calydon

When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
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I.
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects to
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The Bell in the convent tower swung.
High overhead the great sun hung,
A navel for the curving sky.
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Is it so, that the sword is broken,
Our sword, that was halfway drawn?
Is it so, that the light was a spark,
That the bird we hailed as the lark
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I

How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there,
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No song is this of leaf and bird,
And gracious waters flowing;
I'm sick at heart, for I have heard
Big Billy Vickers "blowing".
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I.

ERE the Night cometh! On how many graves
Rests, at this hour, their first cold winter's snow!
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A KNOCK is at her door, but she is weak;
Strange dews have washed the paint streaks from her cheek;
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Preludes.

I The Chace
She wearies with an ill unknown;
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Now Front to Front the marching Armies shine,
Halt e'er they meet, and form the length'ning Line,
The Chiefs conspicuous seen, and heard afar,
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Said Christ our Lord, 'I will go and see
How the men, my brethren, believe in me.'
He passed not again through the gate of birth,
But made himself known to the children of earth.
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Putrefaction of dream-created paradises

Blows around this mourning-filled, tired heart,

That drank only disgust out of all sweetness,

And bleeds to death in vulgar pain.
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Nobody believes in love-
not even me.

Love is the thing
you wait
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NOT ours to clamor shame on you,
Nor fling a bitter blame on you,
Nor brand a cruel name on you,
That evil name of treason,
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ISLAND of Destiny! Innisfail!' they cried, when their weary eyes
First looked on thy beauteous bosom from the amorous, ocean rise.
'Island of Destiny! Innisfail!' we cry. dear land, to thee,
As the sun of thy future rises and reddens the western sea!
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The danger of war, with its havoc of life,
The danger of ocean, when storms are rife,
The danger of jungles, where wild beasts hide,
The danger that lies in the mountain slide---
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Devotion to you
Is all I know
Don’t give me
Your smiles
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On the beach, on moonlit night
Piercing the distance with sobbing sight
She sits with broken, heavy heart
Her dreams and wishes shattered apart.
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THE TOWN of Hay is far away,
The town of Hay is far;
Between its hills of green and gray
Its winding meadows are.
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The candle melts itself,
And the wick burns itself,
Just to give us away its light.
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Along the borders of the silver Thone,
With alders dank, and matted sedge o'er-grown,
Led by the guidance of the shepherd swain,
Unseen, and silent, pass the cautious train,
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A day full of anxiety,
my thoughts meandering around,
like a kite rafting in the sky.
A puff of wind in my mind inside,
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I Hope it Rains…
I Hope it Thunders with Lightning
I Hope The Wind Kicks-Up, ‘til its Frightening
I Hope There’s a Hurricane Sighting…
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My View Upon Life….
Be Content With This Precious Life....

All the gossip in everyday life,
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I want you to tell me that you need me-
is that so hard?

I want you to see me and not turn away.
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Early morning over Rouen, hopeful, high, courageous morning,
And the laughter of adventure and the steepness of the stair,
And the dawn across the river, and the wind across the bridges,
And the empty littered station, and the tired people there.
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L'ommini de sto monno sò l'istesso
Che vaghi de caffè ner macinino:
C'uno prima, uno doppo, e un'antro appresso,
Tutti quanti però vanno a un distino.
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From the barrel of a gun
flows only bullet, to kill and
to acquire political power
to make captive
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God is my consolation.
Why should I be anxious?
Anxiety takes my smile away.
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How many times a day
do you breathe, pulling
swirling air, fresh and
sweet, into your lungs?
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Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;
And though my eyes with tears are dim,
I see its sparkling bubbles swim,
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Rising up dropp by dropp from the ocean
Water comes down in torrents form the mountains
Though the plateau on the plains
Gushing forth and tearing down the ramparts of stones,
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The murderer's little daughter
who is barely ten years old
jerks her shoulders
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Reaching for the sky
Grabing my dreams
Chasing my fears
Trying to understand
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whispers of i love you flows off your lips
your hands brings warmth and caring.
touches and kisses of sweet tenderness
making me feel so loved and beautiful.
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They all say
The house where I live

crushes down
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I've had some puppy-loves,
Too many crushes,
Plenty of emotional entanglements.
But when it comes to REAL love,
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Remembering my class mates, after few years.
My eyes were filled with tears,
Everyone now is busy a lot,
No one escaped destiny's plot
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Roses all the way

Suppose
About elegance of rose
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Dearest Sylvia,
When did you develop yr sinus problem?
Because I am developing gastral problems
I don't know why but I am nervous
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Like an old Leonard Cohen song
I am a stranger in this place
Though, I never left my house
Never had reason to
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In the loneliness solitude of time
just think of me, as a friend of thine

Poetry
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There is something I must tell you.
When I think of it - its urgency,
its length - I stifle it. It sinks deep,
deeper, almost out of reach of thought
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I have several toxic habits - I know - I read an article on the web.
It's a miracle I'm not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.

I use "should" biased judgements - when things go amiss.
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Once I was by hell spirits caught
They held me very tight
But until the end I fought
That was my end but for them was not
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I walked another endless mile
to spot at last, a crocodile.
Had heard from knowledgeable mates
and Publicans in hot debates
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Here's a prayer to the freaks, the geeks and the outcasts
You diamond pariahs, and unwashed gems
You who've earned a lifetime of scars
And learned to wear adolescence as your albatross
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DAILY WINE
For early morning there's always
Sangria, what's left over from yesterday.
the fruits all dissolved, imparting
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I always feel like there was some drug I had when I was young
that fashioned my brain according to a great feeling about life.
That enabled me to develop the most splendiferous crushes.
That enabled me to master skills and things I took a liking to.
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I left behind me all the memories
A dog skin I wore
and an upward road I took
Scents and tastes mean nothing anymore
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