World Poems
Courage
by Robert William Service
Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
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A Song Of Life
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather –
They are nothing to bear.
In the strength and the glory of power,
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A Pin
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.
The little chills run up and down my spine whene’er we meet,
Though she seems a gentle creature, and she’s very trim and neat.
And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin,
But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin.
And she pricks you and she sticks you in a way that can’t be said.
If you seek for what has hurt you – why, you cannot find the head.
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The Law Of The Yukon
by Robert William Service
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.
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"Heaven" Has Different Signs — To Me
by Emily Dickinson
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"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills—
An Awe if it should be like that
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Demise of Terra
by Ravindu Anjana
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
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To live, is to sin
by Ravindu Anjana
The azure veil shook, while the heavenly maiden went to sleep,
The waters broke to brooks, as the gloaming stained the lake that's deep.
Her heart was laden with the weight of all the creatures down below,
Her soul stained with every sin of life, yet persists as a good fellow.
Her eyes finally close as the world below plunges into darkness,
In her place her children shine, to bring the light upon the madness.
Once again she wakes, as the birds sing a choir down below,
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America The Great Has Fallen
by Christen Kuikoua
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You were the land of the free, the home of the brave,
But now you are the kingdom of the lost, the empire of the depraved.
A nation built on righteousness, now swallowed by darkness.
Your streets bleed with the cries of the innocent,
Your towers rise on the graves of morality,
And your people bow—not to God, but to greed, to perversion, to chaos.
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You butcher the unborn in clinics called sanctuaries,
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You are my world
by Aldo Kraas
You are my world
Father
And in your world
I want to live
Forever father
Also, it is amazing
How you have
Created your world
Before you created
Human beings
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The modern world
by Zita Chr
He was the flower of his world
Modernizing fabels and myths
All he could do was wait
Into a world no one fits
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (88 poems about World)
5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin -
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