Lost Poems
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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Lost
by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
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I Am
by John Clare
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
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Disabled
by Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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Heaven
by Steve Turner
What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
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Making Not a Peep
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Little Bo-Peep adored playing hide and seek, hence the fond nickname;
Just as hued rainbow is named for its dazzle, so radiant over every lane!
Bo-Peep was eight, and lived on a farm. She had various loves and joys.
Her world was full of magic and make believe, and she had sparkly toys.
But Bo-Peep loved more than anything, tending peaceful, fleecy sheep,
A task she'd only recently started. She loved the gamboling and leaps!
Friends Frances and Faye flew kites with Bo-Peep, in berry colors, deep;
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Who am I
by Saleh Ben Saleh
If Life is easy,
why do we strive?
And search for hope,
to keep us alive.
And feel the pressure,
which causes pain.
And leaves a mark,
or an ugly stain
It makes me wonder,
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Indian Summers
by Schafer Bailey
The days dwindle away
as summer clings to the rafters
The in between of youth and beyond
It's late September but it does not feel like it
but nothing really does feel the way
we remember it
Luminal Whispers
by Julianne Stanley
The moth takes
its powdery soft breathes with
the strokes of its wings
and
the sycamore's leaves
murmur in their celestial tongue,
telling stories to the dark.
I take my breaths too,
but they come out coppery
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Object Permanence
by Schafer Bailey
It has only been a year since I had graduated college
And in that time much has happened
My father is dead
My eldest sister pregnant with a little boy
My brother shows grey hairs in his curls
My other sister has more degrees than she knows what do with them
and my mother wishes I come home more often
My friends no longer call as often
I have lost a sense of hope
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Edwin Arlington Robinson (30 poems about Lost)
22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States -
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