Strength Poems
Let America Be America Again
by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
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Prayer Before Birth
by Louis Macneice
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.
I am not yet born; provide me
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Crazy
by Laxmi Prasad Devkota
1.
Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy-
that's just the way I am.
2.
I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
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The Children's Song
by Rudyard Kipling
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.
Father in Heaven who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.
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The Country Of Marriage
by Wendell Berry
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
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Unbreakable
by Mario Odekerken
I have been bent
by storms I didn't see coming,
pushed to edges
I didn't know existed.
There were days
when everI carried
threatened to shatter me-
grief doubt,the weight of silence.
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Barefoot on shattered glass
by Mario Odekerken
I keep walking.
Not because I'm brave-
because I don't know where else to go.
The floor cuts deep.
Thin lines open,
quiet red truths rising to the surface.
Every step says:stop.
Bij I don't.
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From the roots up
by Mario Odekerken
Beneath the soil where secrets sleep,
in shadows dark and silence deep,
a seed once cast without a sound
began to stir beneath the ground.
No witness marked the moment small,
when life first stirred beneath it all,
but roots reached down with quiet grace,
to find their hold,to claim their place.
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Groß,Größer,am Größten
by Mario Odekerken
Zuerst war da ein Schritt,
vorsichtig, klein,
aber voller Richtung.
Dann kam der Sprung,
mit offenen Augen,
ausgestreckten Armen,
Herz voller Erwartung.
Jetzt stehst du da,
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Das weibliche Vorbild
by Mario Odekerken
1.Anfang
Sie spricht nicht laut,
aber ihre Schritte hinterlassen Spuren.
Nicht die Krone zählt,
sondern die Haltung.
2.Stärke
Sie fällt,steht auf,
und trägt weiter-
nicht nur sich selbst.
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