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Exposure

by Wilfred Owen

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1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.

6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.

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Tithonus

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.

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A Red Palm

by Gary Soto

You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.

That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair

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If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;

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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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Recent Dream Poems

A Snappy Comeback

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days;
Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise.

Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father;
And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker.

Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as they came to town;
For they offered the exciting and new, with old favorites, like clowns.

The fuchsia faction was in full flower, in gardens of Mary and friends,

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Yesterday in a Moment

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Soon dawn at plum morn
though pearly moon still keeps watch,
for the golden end.
Afternoon's recalled in dreams
adorned in wild color schemes.

Memory Lane sleeps
as orange noon is coming,
after dusk scarlet.
Lemon-lime hours revisit

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Subspecies of Man

by Igor Vykhovanets

Subspecies of Man

Could a sleeping god be hiding
In a world of fools? Not quite.
There are types of men abiding—
Most are nothing, void of light.

Slaves and madness wouldn't fester
If the masses held a spark.
Tyrants wouldn’t rule and pester—

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Meaningless dream?

by Aditi Hayaran

I woke up in the confined space,
Old and rusty, full of snakes.
Weather so gloomy it looks like it'll shower,
Kept as captive in a abundant traditional townhouse tower.

Explored a little, it was not bright,
My voice echoing, no people in sight.
The snakes slithering here and there,
The signs of exit was seen nowhere.

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اک پل رہا تھا خواب میں اور آنکھ کھل گئی

by Mehrab Munir

اک پل رہا تھا خواب میں اور آنکھ کھل گئی
کچھ چل رہا تھا خواب میں اور آنکھ کھل گئی

مولا سبھی محبتوں کی خیر ہو یہاں
دل جل رہا تھا خواب میں اور آنکھ کھل گئی

سب رنجشیں بھلا کے لگانے مجھے گلے
وہ چل رہا تھا خواب میں اور آنکھ کھل گئی

محراب ہم پہ ہجر کا جتنا عذاب تھا

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