Life poems

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The Principles of Concealment

© David Wagoner

If you’re caught in the open

 In an exposed position, alone,

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(“Amidst the rush and roar of life...”)

© Anselm Hollo

Amidst the rush and roar of life, O beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.
Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and repeats to you:
“Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my mute bride!”
But your speech is shut up in stone, O you immovably fair!

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Grant

© Henry Cuyler Bunner

Smile on, thou new-come Spring—if on thy breeze
  The breath of a great man go wavering up
  And out of this world's knowledge, it is well.

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I Am Offering this Poem

© James Russell Lowell

I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,

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The Times

© Charles Churchill

The time hath been, a boyish, blushing time,

When modesty was scarcely held a crime;

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A Vision Of The Sea

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sail
Are flickering in ribbons within the fierce gale:
From the stark night of vapours the dim rain is driven,
And when lightning is loosed, like a deluge from Heaven,

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Gliding O'er All

© Walt Whitman

Gliding o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.

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Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle upon the Restoration of Lord Clifford, the Shepherd, to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors

© André Breton

 High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,
And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.—
The words of ancient time I thus translate,
A festal strain that hath been silent long:—

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Blasting from Heaven

© Philip Levine

The little girl won’t eat her sandwich;
she lifts the bun and looks in, but the grey beef 
  coated with relish is always there. 
  Her mother says, “Do it for mother.”
Milk and relish and a hard bun that comes off 
  like a hat—a kid’s life is a cinch.

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The Slave Trade, A Poem

© Hannah More

If heaven has into being deign'd to call

Thy light, O Liberty! to shine on all;

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Town Eclogues: Monday; Roxana or the Drawing-Room

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

ROXANA from the court retiring late,
Sigh'd her soft sorrows at St. JAMES's gate:
Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast,
Not her own chairmen wth more weight opprest;
They groan the cruel load they're doom'd to bear ;
She in these gentler sounds express'd her care.

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The Props assist the House (729)

© Emily Dickinson

The Props assist the House

Until the House is built

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At Dawn

© Alfred Noyes

O Hesper-Phosphor, far away

  Shining, the first, the last white star,

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Are The Children At Home?

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Each day when the glow of sunset  

Fades in the western sky,  

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On a Dead Child

© John Hall Wheelock

Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
 With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!
 Though cold and stark and bare,
The bloom and the charm of life doth awhile remain on thee.

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To Dick, On His Sixth Birthday

© Sara Teasdale

Tho' I am very old and wise,
And you are neither wise nor old,
When I look far into your eyes,
I know things I was never told:

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The End of Science Fiction

© Paul Eluard

This is not fantasy, this is our life.


We are the characters

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Town Eclogues: Saturday; The Small-Pox

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

FLAVIA. THE wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd,
Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind ;
A glass revers'd in her right hand she bore,
For now she shun'd the face she sought before.

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Absolution

© Edith Nesbit


He stood beside her, young and strong, and swayed
  With pity for the sorrow in her eyes--
Which, as she raised them to his own, conveyed
  Into his soul a sort of sad surprise--

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The Tables Turned

© André Breton

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?