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Go, Valentine

by Robert Southey

Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid
Whom fancy still will portray to my sight,
How here I linger in this sullen shade,
This dreary gloom of dull monastic night;
Say, that every joy of life remote
At evening's closing hour I quit the throng,
Listening in solitude the ring-dome's note,
Who pours like me her solitary song;
Say, that of her absence calls the sorrowing sigh;
Say, that of all her charms I love to speak,

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A Poet's Epitaph

by William Wordsworth

Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
--First learn to love one living man;
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.

A Lawyer art thou?--draw not nigh!
Go, carry to some fitter place
The keenness of that practised eye,
The hardness of that sallow face.

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Helian

by Georg Trakl

In the spirit’s solitary hours
It is lovely to walk in the sun
Along the yellow walls of summer.
Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleeps
The son of Pan in the grey marble.

At eventide on the terrace we got drunk on brown wine
The red peach glows under the foliage.
Tender sonata, joyous laughter.

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The Lay Of The Mountain

by Friedrich Schiller

To the solemn abyss leads the terrible path,
The life and death winding dizzy between;
In thy desolate way, grim with menace and wrath,
To daunt thee the spectres of giants are seen;
That thou wake not the wild one, all silently tread--
Let thy lip breathe no breath in the pathway of dread!

High over the marge of the horrible deep
Hangs and hovers a bridge with its phantom-like span,
Not by man was it built, o'er the vastness to sweep;

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Be Drunk

by Charles Baudelaire

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything

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Recent Solitude Poems

Gama

by Okunola iyanuoluwa

He tastes solitude
on Gama,
Savoury to his buds.

He is a bird,
Pearching hymns,
He is a fig
Among fronds.

Silence of the Rocks

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Sweltering clouds above are in yoga
Below them, crags — large-hearted and
Deep-seated, with striated bowels —
Faint from the hostile shafts of sunlight.
Iguanas pray fervently through fents
Hewed by dreaded times;
So are south-oriented ivies — straggling
Idly by noon, they seek eloquence of
Humming-birds on rock-ruptured
Sequence of dalliances...

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My Masterpiece

by Ferris Sivan

Oh, I am of art
Though do not mistake me of kind that ignites passion’s roar
Nor am I of kind that drums awe’s core
I am of art that conveys to much misery
Too much depth and sorrow
Too much pity to bring into tomorrow
I am monotone gone days and abstract lucid nights
I am cold-coloured complexations framed in Pyrite’s might
I am brush strokes wretchedly captivating the work I’m yet to do right
Oh the unwanted sketches I’ve forgone

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Sway

by Brady Stewart

Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,

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Humpy

by Brady Stewart

My eyes are my definers
My legs are my walkers,
My ears are my feelers.
Tickle me.
Scrambled eggs, fissure my shell.
You tried to but I rot.
Atmospheres watch me oxidize,
Please finish what you did not.
The bugs here eat away at me,
With no stove to sear my wounds

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