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I Am

by John Clare

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,

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The Man With The Hoe (Written After Seeing Millet's World-Famous Painting)

by Edwin Markham

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?

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If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;

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The Embrace

by Mark Doty

You weren't well or really ill yet either;
just a little tired, your handsomeness
tinged by grief or anticipation, which brought
to your face a thoughtful, deepening grace.

I didn't for a moment doubt you were dead.
I knew that to be true still, even in the dream.
You'd been out--at work maybe?--
having a good day, almost energetic.

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Her Voice

by Oscar Wilde

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,

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Recent Dream Poems

I dream a dream

by Aldo Kraas

I dream a dream
With my Father
That had made me
In his image
He gave me
Grey hair and brown eyes
Every body tells me that I am a
Young handsome men
Who has grey hair
Yes I am wear that people

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Just out of reach

by Keyla Crisp

I woke up one day to a love so deep.
A hopeless lust that chases my sleep.
Since that dawn, I've drifted in sorrow.
A heart full of dreams with no hope for tomorrow. .

When we meet, my breath goes still.
A tide of feelings againts my will.
I fight the tide, but gosh, the swell.
Your laugh rings like a distant bell.

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Far Rockaway

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Though little Suzie was wild about horses, she was too young to ride,
At just five golden years old. Like summer faded, where nature sighed.

Playful Suzie longed to visit Banbury Cross, a place she had not been.
Her older siblings told exciting tales of it, like spring, alive with green!

For Little Suzie's birthday, her parents had given her a rocking horse;
And it was a prized possession, which she played with daily, of course.

As today came closer to someday, she'd visit countless places far away.

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the face of beauty

by linz azodrac

I saw you in a sunflower patch, light dancing off of your face. your smile and the sunshine were almost more than my eyes could take.
I saw you in a garden, birds sang above your head, and you laughed, as a butterfly landed on your outstretched hand-two creatures of beauty together for a moment in time.
I saw you in an open field, underneath the stars. time stood still, and we danced, as the moon illuminated us for all to see. you looked at me and I looked at you, two souls melted together and the world meant nothing.
I saw you by the ocean,waves crashed over your bare feet. I was in love with the world through your eyes, and you ran, as sand splashed up onto your legs. I saw you running straight to me.

A Boy Who Loved Blue

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore,
With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door.

He had always adored the color blue, so he had been nicknamed that.
At eight years old, he was youngest; and as frolicsome as an acrobat!

Blue did daily chores on the farm, like diligent nature's green chores;
From dyeing skies various hues, to sweeping petals off emerald floors.

Though fond of fanciful daydreaming, Blue yet found the time for fun,

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