Loss Poems
Home Burial
by Robert Frost
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
She took a doubtful step and then undid it
To raise herself and look again. He spoke
Advancing toward her: "What is it you see
From up there always? -- for I want to know."
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,
And her face changed from terrified to dull.
He said to gain time: "What is it you see?"
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Numbers
by Mary Cornish
I like the generosity of numbers.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone:
two pickles, one door to the room,
eight dancers dressed as swans.
I like the domesticity of addition--
add two cups of milk and stir--
the sense of plenty: six plums
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On The Death Of Dr. Benjamin Franklin
by Philip Freneau
Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood
The glory of its native wood,
By storms destroyed, or length of years,
Demands the tribute of our tears.
The pile, that took long time to raise,
To dust returns by slow decays:
But, when its destined years are o'er,
We must regret the loss the more.
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Two Sunsets
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
Panting, with all that wild unrest
To plunge into the great world's strife
That fills young hearts with mad desire,
He saw a sunset. Red and gold
The burning billows surged and rolled,
And upward tossed their caps of fire.
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How Sweet I Roam'D
by William Blake
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He shew'd me lilies for my hair
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his garden fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
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Deficient
by T Lupulin
Softly as she tumbles
Quietly as she treads
Through those hollow rooms
That live inside her head
Memories, they've escaped
Years she cannot feel
Stripped away from someone younger
Not remembering what is real
For some, this bears no burden
Certainly it bought some peace
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Dad, I Long to drink Tea with you
by Sharon Morgan
Dad, I long to sit and drink tea with you
And laugh about memories of years gone by
To hear about the time when you and mum met
To hear about those days when you worked so hard and was paid so little,
but you coped.
Dad, I long to sit and drink tea with you
To hear the constant stirring of your cup, as your excitement stirs
Like a whirlpool when talking about my humorous days as a baby
With temper tantrums and chuckles
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Lost Lost
by Mack Cooper
There is no place to hide,
While floating acolytes with greedy eyes,
Watch and gather and trace everything at once.
No place for the stone and clay to sink
Away from prying fingers,
And not with lens and brush.
There shall be no more lost kingdoms,
Or shifts in dirt, rock and water
That go undetected.
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sorry
by anon d
Year after year invites to parties passed around the classroom but every time the boy in the corner was looked over.
At first it upset him but after years he was used to it but this year was different he got invited to a party and just froze he had never felt like this.
When his mother picked him up he couldn’t stop talking about it he was overjoyed he asked his mother to buy an extravagant gift since it’s his first time.
August 15th the day of the party comes the boy is so excited his mother drops him off and the play centre where the kids were meeting
After hours of waiting for kids the show they come out of the play centre and can’t believe what they’re seeing the boy was only invited in jest they thought he knew.
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Aurora
by Katrina Gray
Tonight
We’re waiting for dawn
Hovering over midnight
And the minutes creep by
While it turns into early morning
Tonight
We’re waiting for you
To come back home
After you
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