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July 30, 2017, 05:00:42 AM |
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My favorite poem smells like the smell of love.
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July 30, 2017, 09:17:55 AM Last edit: July 30, 2017, 09:42:57 AM by Ph0enixX |
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Alexander Pushkin - The Captive
A captive, alone in a dungeon I dwell, Entombed in the stillness and murk of a cell. Outside, in the courtyard, in wild, frenzied play, My comrade, an eagle, has punced on his prey. Then, leaving it, at me he looks as if he In thought and in purpose at one were with me. He looks at me so, and he utters a cry. "'Tis time," he is saying, "from here let us fly!
"We're both wed to freedom, so let us away To where lonely storm clouds courageously stray, Where turbulent seas rsh to merge with the sky, Where only the winds dare to venture and I!.."
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Ph0enixX
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July 30, 2017, 09:35:42 AM |
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'Silentium!' by Fyodor Tyutchev also beautiful
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal the way you dream, the things you feel. Deep in your spirit let them rise akin to stars in crystal skies that set before the night is blurred: delight in them and speak no word. How can a heart expression find? How should another know your mind? Will he discern what quickens you? A thought once uttered is untrue. Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred: drink at the source and speak no word. Live in your inner self alone within your soul a world has grown, the magic of veiled thoughts that might be blinded by the outer light, drowned in the noise of day, unheard... take in their song and speak no word.
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mariahh
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July 30, 2017, 11:10:47 AM |
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“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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hudsontatum79
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August 01, 2017, 12:55:20 PM |
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in my child hood i learn one poem it was my favorite poem
"pop pop popcorn
popping in the pot
pop pop popcorn
eat it while it's hot
pop pop popcorn butter on the top
when i eat popcorn
i can't stop"
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garrettelyln19
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August 01, 2017, 12:58:49 PM |
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i listen one poem it's nice.
and it was my favorite poem also.
spring is here spring is here
goodbye, snow
flowers glow
birds and bee
leaves on trees
hello spring
hello spring...............
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barbarastacy34
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August 01, 2017, 01:18:33 PM |
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i like one small poem that one is:
i'm a little reindeer
ready to fly
i'll pull Santa's sleigh
up in the sky
Christmas is here: we
can't be late
all the children just
can not wait.............
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bitblackred
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August 01, 2017, 01:39:23 PM |
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In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins. The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream, and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.
Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. In a graveyard far off there is a corpse who has moaned for three years because of a dry countryside on his knee; and that boy they buried this morning cried so much it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.
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tavogi.com
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August 01, 2017, 02:00:56 PM |
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God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog. -Might and Magic V: Darkside of Xeen
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Anwar22
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August 01, 2017, 02:14:04 PM |
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My favourite poem is,
All people dream,but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
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bebejhen
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August 01, 2017, 02:19:27 PM |
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My favorite poem is entitled as TREES. I don't remember who the author is. It's the firat poem I've learned when I was young thought by my dad. Here is some line. "I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is fresh.... I don't know what's next.
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August 02, 2017, 12:44:45 AM |
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I like this one and it's coming from Lord Alfred Tennyson here.
All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Some one had blundered: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
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rajakoin1994
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August 02, 2017, 01:55:16 AM |
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One of my favorite "non famous" poems is by Pure Evil from P&S
In and out it
Wanders through my psyche I try to put the pieces in order Longing for the right solution Loathing the possible outcome
Now is the time Everyone hopes will remain Vacant of their lives Exit signs looks comforting Remembering the Entrance seems painful
Beyond tomorrow seems like an Eternity away, alone
Tonight I sit with my Heap of thoughts, and I become Envious of the guy I wanted to be
Since I can't have that Anymore I am content to Make the next person, inside Even better.
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August 05, 2017, 07:16:40 AM |
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i like apples. in my childhood my mam said to me one poem
an apple can test very nice,
try a bite or slice,
if its red or if its green,
if will taste good if it's clean,
my grandma says " an apple a day,
always keep the doctor away."
i love this poem....
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August 05, 2017, 08:23:09 AM |
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my favorite poem is: here is my little garden, some seeds i'm going to sow, here is my rake to rake the ground, here is my hand hoe. here is the big, round yellow sun, the sun warms everything. here are the rain clouds in the sky the birds will start to sing little plant will wake up soon and lift their sleepy heads little plants will grow and grow in their little warm earth beds................ this is my all time favorite poem friendssss.
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August 05, 2017, 09:47:22 AM |
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My favorite poem is: The night sky here studded with stars, The sun shines all-day, meadow full of grass; Through the branches of tall trees Sky looks like meandering stairsteps.
One who wants to go – one who could go – would go, Amidst sound of water The day would treat endlessly Removing fatigue and heart’s dark stain.
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Matcuda
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August 14, 2017, 02:35:29 PM |
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I know it's does connect anything to bitcoin or crypto world but still wonder does anyone care about poem? bytheway my favorite poem is If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. I like Shakespeare and his works. Let they and old but some are actual today of them. From modern writers it is difficult to find deserving.
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KrLos
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August 14, 2017, 04:21:57 PM |
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Anyone heard about The Poor Ghost of Christina Rosetti ? ) my favourite one
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lunafreya
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August 14, 2017, 05:24:08 PM |
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My favorite one is 'Two Hearts' by Cemal Süreya. He is a great poet and writer.
The shortest way between two hearts: Two arms Extending to each other and occasionally Touching another by finger tips only.
I'm running to the place of stairs, Waiting is the body-acquiring of time; I've got here very early, I can't find you, It feels like something is being rehearsed.
Birds are gathering to migrate I wish I would have loved you just for this.
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August 14, 2017, 05:58:44 PM |
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Why should the world be overwise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask.
We smile, but,.....
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