Birth Poems
The Ghost, The Gallant, The Gael, And The Goblin
by William Schwenck Gilbert
O'er unreclaimed suburban clays
Some years ago were hobblin'
An elderly ghost of easy ways,
And an influential goblin.
The ghost was a sombre spectral shape,
A fine old five-act fogy,
The goblin imp, a lithe young ape,
A fine low-comedy bogy.
And as they exercised their joints,
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Finality
by Robert William Service
When I am dead I will not care
How future generations fare,
For I will be so unaware.
Though fields their slain has carpeted,
And seas be salt with tears they shed,
Not one I'll waste, for I'll be dead.
Though atom bombs in ashes lay
Their skyey cities of to-day,
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Stream Of Life
by Rabindranath Tagore
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
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The Reverend Simon Magus
by William Schwenck Gilbert
A rich advowson, highly prized,
For private sale was advertised;
And many a parson made a bid;
The REVEREND SIMON MAGUS did.
He sought the agent's: "Agent, I
Have come prepared at once to buy
(If your demand is not too big)
The Cure of Otium-cum-Digge."
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A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
by William Butler Yeats
i{My Soul} I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
'Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
Fix every wandering thought upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul
i{My Self}. The consecretes blade upon my knees
Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was,
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Unripe Greengages
by Rosa Jamali
'UNRIPE GREENGAGES'
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from Original Persian into English by the Author
I'm unripe greengages
It was a necessity
That I was just born to be a flavour.
Les Nouveaux Jours Frais
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the pale sunshine of a springtime morn,
As fresh as the dawn before it was born,
Such creamy clouds, grace a deep blue sky,
After the midnight of rain has passed by.
Plum purple blooms, leave scented traces,
As butterflies appear in unlikely places,
In hues of green, white, orange and gold,
As bees hum to the drummer in the marigold!
Baby bluebirds peep in tranquil treetops,
While the caress of breezes is felt nonstop.
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The Poem of a Living
by Gulhaider Zaidi
They say, poetry makes you imaginary
Far lost in words... disconnected
When they themselves began their lives
Singing rhymes, poems... twinkle twinkle li'l star
Sleeping to their gran's lullabies
Frolickin' in the farms...to the poetry of tall grasses
Dreaming of nature's poems...its soul rests within you
Growin' up with your beloved alongside
Writing letters to your love... replete with poetry so melancholy...
When thy love jilts you...you weave a song
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LIFE
by sreevatsa mangapuram
LIFE, IS IT ALL ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH?
WE DONT TAKE ANYTHING WHEN WE DIE
THEY SAY,
THEN WHAT'S THE PURPOSE OF LIVING?
IS IT ABOUT LIVING FOR OTHERS IN THE NAME OF LOVE?
OR HOUND SOMEONE FOR OUR FAILURES?
IS THERE ANY NEXUS BETWEEN SUCCESS AND OUR LIFE?
IS LIFE ABOUT CHASING GOALS THAT GIVES NO SATISFACTION?
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Birth
by Christofer Barbieri
Birth is the ultimate lottery.
Contradictory to equality.,
Nobody loses entirely.
To win is established
In advantage you recieve.
Situational conditions.
Unregulated admission.
Head starts in life given.
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