Birth Poems
On Receipt Of My Mother's Picture
by William Cowper
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thine- thy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me;
Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say,
'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away! '
The meek intelligence of those dear eyes
(Blest be the art that can immortalize,
The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim
To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
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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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Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
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The Frosted Pane
by Sir Charles Geor Roberts
One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned
Against my window-pane.
In the deep stillness of his heart convened
The ghosts of all his slain.
Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of earth,
And fugitives of grass, --
White spirits loosed from bonds of mortal birth,
He drew them on the glass.
Lady Clare
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
IT was the time when lilies blow,
And clouds are highest up in air,
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
To give his cousin, Lady Clare.
I trow they did not part in scorn-
Lovers long-betroth'd were they:
They too will wed the morrow morn:
God's blessing on the day !
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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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