A Mini Poetry Blog
Whenever my heartbeats out of rhythm, I secretly blame you, my friend! like a violet in the meadow grew, Bowed to earth, and hid from view: what a strange melody, oftentimes, you’ve sung to my heart’s sentiments. Are you caught by bonny youth By that beloved form and fresh dew, By those eyes seem so…
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When daisies pied and violets blue And mayflowers all silver-white, When cuckoo-buds burst out first yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with your choice of pursue. My friends, the things I do admire In a good life be these, I find: The work decent, efforts spent without pain, The leisure plenty, is squandered without shame,…
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I asked him for help, his wife had been mad, he nodded, with eyes fixed on a shelf full of philosophical books, and that was it. I begged for his support, his wife had been bad, he frowned, the eloquent tongue of a diplomat fell in dead silence, and that was it. I cried for…
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If you want to Heal the world, Love a man. Choose the one whose soul calls yours to heal, and who is brave enough to be afraid, Look into his eyes and see deep within his needs to love and be loved in return, Accept his humanness and ordinariness, Accept his idiosyncrasy and rigidity, touch…
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If I am allowed of heartfelt honesty, I cherish neither my profession nor education, they are dust and ash in my truthful eyes; If I am allowed of blatant sincerity, I am of deprived both ambition and direction, they mean nothing to a woman who dwells in infinity of time. If I am to be…
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Softly, in the mist of moonlight, a woman is singing to me, black feet-long hair with a smile so genteel; taking me back down the vista of years, still I see a child sitting behind the grand oak tree, accompanied by the drowsy eyes of blooming leaves, and harbored within a thousand impossible dreams, when…
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I’d love my world be a freshly painted fresco, And I be blessed with the genius of Michelangelo, where I see a fair angel in the marble and carve relentlessly till I set him free; where coloured shapes and misplaced hallows of aged, ineffectual lives melt into white flowers blowing carelessly in the wind, And…
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1 Before me awaits a heap of shapeless days, unseparated atoms capable of endless possibilities, I must seek the best of goodness and live with it. Behind me a distance bridge of leftover days, Separated peaches ripen prematurely without rains, I once traveled in wild dreams and lived with it. When the world turned completely…
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Along with our madness and wild flowers, there comes the strangest kind of silence, spraying every fiber of the beings and non-beings, calling for more…. I’d love to be the voice of a soprano singer, so I can move through all borders and see them vanish with every spell-binding note. I’d love to be the…
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Beauty are the days that quietly slip away, and night stars brightening never in delay, Velvet blue, silent true, whispering words of long lost lullabies, one shade the more, one ray the less, even my darkest shadow rests now in her nameless grace. When the night draws near, it fills my heart with such dreams…
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