Lost Poems
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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The Slave Dealer
by Thomas Pringle
From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.
There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good
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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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The Road Of Life
by Homer Harris
Every body wants their life to be
Sunny skies and rainbows.
but they fail to realize where the
sun always shines there is no water below.
And they need a little rain to get the rainbow.
So as you travel on the road of life remember this.
There will be times that it's rough and
times that it's smooth, and sometimes you win.
Sometimes you lose.
Everybody wants their life to be a bed of roses
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Lucy Gray, Or Solitude
by William Wordsworth
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day
The solitary child.
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wide moor,
- The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!
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When you come undone
by Mario Odekerken
It feels like falling inward,
not with sound,
but with silence so heavy
it presses against your ribs.
You wake up
and something is missing.
You try to speak,
but the words won't rise.
They sit,heavy and wet,
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In de waan van mijn zijn
by Mario Odekerken
Ik strekte mijn arm uit
en dacht je aan te raken,
maar het waren mijn gedachten
die me deden geloven
dat je aanwezig was.
Je naam zweefde
ergens tussen herinnering en hoop,
in de stilte van de kamer
die nog steeds jouw adem lijkt te kennen.
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Der Bahnhof nach Nirgendwo
by Mario Odekerken
Kein Fahrplan an der Wand,
nur Spuren von Händen,
die einst suchten.
Der Zug kommt nicht pünktlich,
kommt überhaupt nicht.
Und doch sitzen sie da,
auf Bänken aus Erwartung,
mitt Koffern voller vielleicht.
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Verandering
by Mario Odekerken
Er was een tijd
dat ik op straat liep
en mijn omgeving sprak
zoals ik dacht,
klonk zoals ik voelde.
Blond haar in de zon,
de zachte klank
van vertrouwde woorden
in een taal die mij
heeft grootgebracht.
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Zerbrochene Schatten
by Mario Odekerken
Ein Fenster steht offen,
doch niemand tritt hindurch.
Der Wind trägt Stimmen,
die längst verklungen sind.
Auf dem Tisch liegt ein Brief,
ungeöffnet, vergilbt vom Schweigen.
Der Staub tanzt
wie Erinnerungen,
die keine mehr fühlen will.
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Edwin Arlington Robinson (30 poems about Lost)
22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States -
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