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Are you stuck for inspiration - start with something short and easy like I'm nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson.
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Note added by DEMa. 5 months ago
Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle e questa siepe che da tanta parte dell'ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude. Ma sedendo e mirando interminato spazio di là da quella, e sovrumani silenzi, e profondissima quiete io nel pensier mi fingo ove per poco il cor non si spaura. E come il vento odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello Infinito silenzio a questa voce vo comparando e mi sovvien l'eterno E le morte stagioni, e la presente e viva e il suon di lei. Così tra questa immensità si annega il pensier mio: e il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare (Giacomo Leopardi)
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Note added by Aden Lynch. 9 months ago
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Note added by Madison O'Brien. 1 years ago
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

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Note added by Pink. 1 years ago
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, Heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
And in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak
Angels sing from above
Every day words
Seems to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
Voilà le portrait sans retouches
De l'homme auquel j'appartiens
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça me fait quelque chose
Il est entré dans mon cœur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause
C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie
Et dès que je l'aperçois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon cœur qui bat
Des nuits d'amour à plus finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Des ennuis, des chagrins s'effacent
Heureux, heureux à en mourir
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça me fait quelque chose
Il est entré dans mon cœur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause
C'est toi pour moi, moi pour toi dans la vie
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie
Et dès que je t'aperçois
Alors je sens dans moi
Mon cœur qui bat
La la, la la, la la
La la, la la, ah la
La la la la
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Note added by Hedley. 1 years ago
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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Note added by Tali V. 2 years ago
From childhoods hour i have not been
As others were i have not seen
As others saw i could not bring
My passion from a common spring
From the same source i have not taken
My sorrow i could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all i loved i loved alone
Then in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by
From the thunder and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
When the rest of heaven was blue
Of a demon in my view

Alone by E.A.P
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Note added by Beckie Lynn. 3 years ago
Sonnet 130
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Note added by CheeseGirl. 3 years ago
Hubby says music counts
Photo added by Judith Kanaar. 3 years ago
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Note added by Tracy Cookson. 4 years ago
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

--Robert Frost
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Note added by me. 4 years ago

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed
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Note added by VMontito. 4 years ago
In peace may you leave the shore,
In love may you find the next,
Safe passage on all of your travels until our final journey to the ground,
May we meet again.
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Note added by Daisy. 4 years ago
I've chosen 'The Choosing', it's a poem that I liked when I first read it and now I think I really get it.
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Note added by Victoria . 4 years ago
The Cremation of Sam Mcgee by Robert W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell".

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May".
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here", said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked";. . . then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm --
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
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Note added by Christy. 5 years ago
To a Haggis by Robert Burns - memorised and performed
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Note added by Lianne. 5 years ago
A mermaid found a swimming lad
Picked him for her own
Pressed her body to his body
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown

William B. Yeats
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Note added by Murilo Balarini. 5 years ago
The poem will be "Annabel Lee", by Edgar Allan Poe
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Note added by Victoria. 5 years ago
"Instructions", by Neil Gaiman
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Note added by Emma. 5 years ago

Je bent weer zo aflandig
vandaag, je hebt zee
in je ogen, veel zee
en in je oren stormt
een heilloze muziek
en je staat daar maar
en je bent er niet.

J.W. Oerlemans (1926)
uit: Aflandig (1977)
Photo added by Sandra. 5 years ago
Miguel Hernández
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Note added by Sandra. 5 years ago
- Onion Lullabies (by Miguel Hernández)

The onion is frost,
closed an impoverished.
Frost of your days
and my nights.
Hunger and onion,
black ice and frost
vast and round.

On the cradle of hunger
my baby boy laid.
With onion blood
he was breast-fed.
But it was was your blood,
frosted with sugar,
onion and hunger.

A brown skinned woman,
resolute as the moon
pours herself, thread upon thread
on the cradle.
Laugh, child of mine,
and I will bring you the moon
when needs be.

Lark of my home,
laugh a lot.
Laughter in your eyes is
the light of the world.
Laugh so much
that my soul, upon hearing you
flaps in space.

Your laughter makes me free,
gives me wings.
Takes lonelinesses away,
rips jail away from me.
Mouth that flies,
heart that in your lips
crashes like lightning.

You laughet is
the most vctorious sword,
victor of the flowes
and the larks.
Rival to the sun,
future of my bones
and my love.

The batting flesh,
the sudden eyelash
life, coloured as never
it was before.
How many robins
fly up, flip their wings
from atop your body!

I woke up from being a child:
may you never wake up.
My mouth is sad:
may you always laugh.
Always in your cradle,
defending laughter
feather by feather.

Being of flight so vast,
so expansive
that your flesh is
a newborn sky.
That I could
climb up to the start
of your voyage!

On the eight month you laugh
with five saffron flowers,
with five tiny
With five teeth
like five adolescent jasmines.

Tomorrow they shall be
the border of kisses,
when you feel a weapon
between your teeth.
When you feel a fire
run down from gritted teeth
looking for your center.

Fly, chilt on the double
moon of the breast:
him, saddened with onions,
you, sated.
Don´t fall apart
never know of what happens
or what transpires.

This poem was composed by Miguel Hernánndez while in jail after the Spanish Civil War, this the many references to freedom and jails. The origin was a letter from his wife, wher she told him that she only had bread and onions to eat, and that both her and his child suffered from severe hunger. Hernández never met the boy, as he would eventually die in prison.
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Note added by Julia. 5 years ago
Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. -Robert Frost
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Note added by Paola Solari. 5 years ago
Tiny Glowing Screens Part 2
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Note added by Emily Drew. 5 years ago
On The Night You Were Born: Nancy Tillman
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Note added by Jennifer B. 5 years ago
Only because my son had to do a poem for school lol
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Note added by Davinsji. 5 years ago
Niet een hele lange, maar wel een mooie.

Life is unpredictable,
It changes with the seasons,
Even your coldest winter,
Happens for the best of reasons,
And tough it feels eternal,
Like all you'll ever do is freeze,
I promise spring is coming,
And with it, brand new leaves.

- Erin Hanson
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Note added by Verity Smart. 6 years ago
I've selected "Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by Yeats for this challenge.
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Note added by Hyun-Jin Park. 6 years ago
The Day I Die -Krista Lukas
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Note added by Aenaye. 6 years ago
Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.
J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

Victor Hugo
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Note added by Serra Caner. 6 years ago
Mendilimde kan sesleri (edip cansever)
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Note added by Yves Yancy. 6 years ago
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
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Note added by Erin Michelle. 6 years ago
Nothing Gold Can Stay. I've since performed the other poem... And lost it.
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Note added by Gina. 7 years ago
May I Feel Said He - EE Cummings
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Photo added by Lucy Searcey. 7 years ago
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Note added by Imre J.. 7 years ago
Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.
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Note added by Gil Sousa. 7 years ago
The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
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Note added by Yanireth. 7 years ago
à deriva no rio da existencia

abandonar tudo. conhecer praias. amores novos.
poesia em cascatas floridas com aranhas
azuladas nas samambaias.
todo trabalhador é escravo. toda autoridade
é cômica. fazer da anarquia um
método & modo de vida. estradas.
bocas perfumadas. cervejas tomadas
nos acampamentos. Sonhar Alto.

Roberto Piva
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Note added by Denise Meister. 7 years ago
John Clare?
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"I mark the hours every one
Nor have I yet outrun the sun
My use and value unto you
Are ganged by what you have to do"
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Note added by Jane Toulouse. 7 years ago
Lucy's Song
by Charles Dickens

How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!

The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.