Life poems
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And God Created Abortion
© Sharon Esther Lampert
Sharon Esther Lampert
Sexiest Creative Genius in Human History
8th Prophetess of Israel: 22 Commandments
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Love's Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
The House of Sleep
© Robert Fuller Murray
When we have laid aside our last endeavour,
And said farewell to one or two that weep,
And issued from the house of life for ever,
To find a lodging in the house of sleep -
On The Water
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
The sound of bank and water is all I hear,
The sad resignation of a weeping spring
Or a rock that hourly sheds a tear,
And the birch leaves' vague quivering.
Tsunami
© Sharon Esther Lampert
Sharon Esther Lampert
Sexiest Creative Genius in Human History
8th Prophetess of Israel: 22 Commandments
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Sonnett VIII
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
IN the deep hollow of this sheltered dell
I hear the rude winds chant their giant staves
Far, far beyond me, where in darkening waves
The airy seas of cloudland sink or swell.
Letters From A Man In Solitary
© Nazim Hikmet
1
I carved your name on my watchband
with my fingernail.
Where I am, you know,
To A Sleeping Maid
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Oh! do not rudely wake her, nor reproach
Those pulsing limbs for this hostility
Hope A-Left Behind
© William Barnes
Don't try to win a maïden's heart,
To leäve her in her love,--'tis wrong:
Hymn To Life
© Nazim Hikmet
The hair falling on your forehead
suddenly lifted.
Suddenly something stirred on the ground.
The trees are whispering
in the dark.
Your bare arms will be cold.
Aspirations Of The Soul After God
© William Cowper
My Spouse! in whose presence I live,
Sole object of all my desires,
Things I Didn't Know I Loved
© Nazim Hikmet
I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love
The Spirit Of Wine
© William Ernest Henley
The Spirit of Wine
Sang in my glass, and I listened
With love to his odorous music,
His flushed and magnificent song.
Lee
© Stephen Vincent Benet
The army was asleep as armies sleep.
War lying on a casual sheaf peace
For a brief moment, and yet with armor on,
And yet in the cild's deep sleep, and yet so still.
Even the sentries seemed to walk their posts
With a ghost footfall that could match that night.
