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Saturday At The Canal

by Gary Soto

I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
Too close to dying to understand. The hallways
Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus,
A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday,
Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves
By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground
And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard

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1914 V: The Soldier

by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

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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 Fallen Elm

by John Clare

Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.

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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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Recent Friend Poems

Regret

by Nad Sof

If I speak the truth,
Under the cold light of the moon,
I wish I had never met you.

You painted yourself a saint—
Sweet, devoted, promising the world.
But you were a thief,
Taking everything from me,
Leaving nothing but emptiness.

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Slipped Away

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Sandra Hall was a college student, like experience gained from learning,
Living in the house of her parents; with love like red, fall leaves returning.

Sandra was in her final year of school, and she had a network of friends,
Like the grape, starry nights of luxury, that pink, velvet moon portends.

Other family didn't live very far, in warm days of color and forget me nots,
Often playing with their frisky feline, against summer's mosaic backdrop.

She and her fellow classmates had thesises, on many different life topics.

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Think Beautifull

by Sabit Ince

Think beautiful

Don't say words that hurt your heart
Invisible action
Don't say bad words with language
Think beautiful, say beautiful ..

Being from the area without giving
Don't be left behind anyone
Don't worry

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The Weight of Calling 988

by Frangipani Rhett

It's been a week since I last showered
Can't force myself to get ready for anything
If I wake up it's a miracle 'cuz I haven't gone to bed for days
I just fall asleep with the lights on
I wish I wasn't here,
I wish I wasn't here.

Nobody knows but I'm living a lie
Sit at my desk and I'm wondering why
I have to be affected by losing my friend

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A Trail of Moonlight

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.

I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the obscure,
Which had afforded me valued life experience, like that at childhood's detour.

My paths at times were treacherous, like a looming winter, treading so softly;
And that's the way life is, a medley of sunshine bliss, chased by errors costly!

Flamboyant friends favored wild things too, as orchards favor sun and breeze,

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