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I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

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The Beauty Of The Sky

Beauty of the sky, is the richness of the blue.
Deepness of the sky, is the richness of the red.
Darkness of the sky, is the richness of the black.
Freshness of the sky, is the richness of the rain.
Glimpses of the sky, is the richness of the stars.
Smile of the sky, is the richness of the moon.
Sparks of the sky, is the richness of the lighting.
Beauty of the sky, is the richness of the clouds...

poem by Manzoor ilahi
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Setting Sun

The Setting Sun said too many evenings,
Adored by some, loathed by some, it shines still.
It is an established beauty of the stage called the sky,
Radios mutter the Sun as it rises on the day of my bed.

Houses feel together that go towards an enemy,
Hearts and heat are the stars, this Setting Sun is ours.
It is an established beauty of the sky, full of heat,
And inside there is a core, problems so real.

poem by Naveed Akram
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You are the most beautiful

The beauty just for you,
I can't describe your beauty from inside and outside,
Your beauty made the people surprised on it,
Your beauty overcome on the beauty of moon,
Your beauty overcome on the beautiful nature,
I can't describe your beauty on the paper,
Because it's overcome to the world,
Because broken whole the rules,
Because made me busy,
In your eyes, check, lips, chest, , , etc,
Your beauty surpassed description,
Tell me how can I describe your beauty,

poem by Omar Khalid Hashim
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Meanwhile

Just in a simple conversation
You can hear the feeling change
Down to the sea
And if you need an explanation
I defy you to explain
But somethings not the same
And its bothering me
I think I see where I went wrong
I think I see whats going on
Meanwhile and far away
As the night draws in
Hes holding her right now
I can feel it all begin
Meanwhile and far away
When the day is done
I ride away with my friend
Into the setting sun
And the rivers running down
Down to the sea
I let love slip right through my fingers
And I watched it drift away
But still I had to say
What was written for me
I thought Id end up as the hero
Thought the glory would be mine
Very soon I was to find
It wasnt to be
cos in this part Ive got to play
It doesnt quite turn out that way
Meanwhile and far away
As the night draws in
Hes holding her right now
I can feel it all begin
Meanwhile and far away
When the day is done
I ride away with my friend
Into the setting sun
And the rivers running down
Down to the sea

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Water Anew

From mountain high to valley low, the warmth of springs thaw runoff comes clear cold water from the melting snow.

Spring rain, cool and clear, mist and fog, early morning's dew, creeks, rivers, lakes renew.
Though mud stained from the thaw, the water soon will clear, life sustaining, life anew.

With summer weather comes light or heavy rains, sprinkle, mist or fog, life sustaining, life anew.

With autumn arrives the cold, then frost, soon after winter follows, sleet and snow, water turns to ice.
Though covered with ice and winters snow, the water in creeks, rivers and lakes renew until springs thaw, the water still flows.

Whether spring, summer, autumn or winter, water, life sustaining, life anew.

poem by Alvin Schaut
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Beauty- Branded

Early rise, spirited air
Freshened mind
Fresh thoughts, good.....beauty

Pearly, wise, choosy nutrition
Able-bodied, perfect......beauty

Hourly angle of vision-life
Set out to earn
Knowledge, wealth, ally.....beauty

Early bed, grab the setting sun, illumine inside
Soul content, starry dreams
Sleep to rise adroit, prudent, beauty-branded

poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Beauty Of The Morning Is Like No Other Beauty

THE BEAUTY OF THE MORNING IS LIKE NO OTHER BEAUTY

The Beauty of the morning is like no other Beauty
It brings with it
Light and Hope
The Joy of a new Beginning
This morning too like so many other mornings
I begin again
Thanking G-d I am still alive
And loving the light
And the joy
That life as it is still gives.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Idea of beauty

Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...

poem by Nitya Pillai
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Look At One

Homage to your belongings, O Looking One,
You are as beautiful as a foe and friend,
Rising like the sun and setting also,
Much will be my mother’s task - profession.
Back to the sky, the gods remark on the light
Thrown by the sun, and they reject all this!
Everlasting grace has fallen on the whole number of them,
The lakes and rivers have swelled in anger.
Torrents blaze in the country, forming fires
And the knife also lingers for the foes to be.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Crimson Red

Crimson Red,
Hatred,
Love,
Sunset,
Beauty,
Setting Night,
Warmth,
Light,
All these and maybe more,
Are shown by Crimson Red,
A color very valiant,
A color that's not dead,
One that brings beauty,
So divine that is,
Warmth to those that touch it,
Hatred in the hearts,
When felt at full blast,
A gleam of sunset,
Setting near,
A setting night,
Bringing light,
Not forgetting, embraced love,
Like one bird, with a dove,
Crimson Red is what's in life,
But not in all areas,
In some, the word doesn't exist,
But here, it's part of life,
Crimson Red, never dead...

poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Paradise the planets of bliss

Paradise is the planets of bliss
The home of God’s Body
The garden of Beauty
It is full of good flora and fauna
And made of gold, silver and precious other things

There are fountains and streams in paradise
They are also signs of God’s superb workmanship

There is morning, noontime and evening in paradise
But there is no night
At noontime it is full of silver light
In the morning and in the evening
Tints of various colors are visible in its sky

In paradise
The evenings are more colorful than the mornings
And the mornings are more refreshing than the evenings

The residential area of the poor people of paradise is near its gates
The middle class people live in the middle area of paradise
The high-class people live at the end of paradise.

There is currency in paradise and many market places
To buy things of one's choice
Where all salespersons are angels

The residential area of the prophets and the like
Is at the end of Ferdous paradise
Wherefrom God’s main court
Laohay Mahfuz and Sidratul Muntaha are nearby.

poem by Asif Andalib
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Richness has is a beauty.

A fatty woman
With richness painted
All over her skin,
Was full in glow,
Tempting me to look
Back at her again and again,
From my seat in a train,
Defying the concept
That to be slim is beauty.
A fatty cow, a fatty pig,
How nice they look!

Richness has beauty
2.12.2000, Vijayvada

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In The City

Mornings when I wake too early
Theres a dead light in the room
Rain is falling through
The dark and the moon
The waking hour appears pretty soon
Everyone is sleeping though
I lie in a curtained room
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Only the shadow remains
Only the shadow of doubt
Three years of memories
Memories without a sight
The end of another year
How will I survive ?
How suddenly fear begins
In a bedroom on the floor
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somewhere in the crowd
Somewhere in the distance
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in a city
Ive gone to ground
The light breaks slowly forward
Across my bedroom wall
Until it defines me somehow
In shadow of doubt
It finds my fugitive life
Its blurred, blurred with dust
Only heaven collides
When I look above
Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground
Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
Ive gone to ground

song performed by by Xymox
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As The Sun Sets It's Gone

Oh how the realm betrays.
Smoke rises as if to keep you at bay.
Refocus now what you see is but gone.
When it first started it was but the early whispers of dawn.
Now as the sun reaches another setting gleaming upon the horizon.
Nothing again will be as satisfying.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Beauty of Spring

it starts with the grass
slowly, blade by blade
growing, sprouting, covering
while more beauty is made

the green of the grass
then the green of the trees
slowly, but early showing
the small but budding leaves

the early flowers
pouring color and beauty
a still bland land
but now with color to see

the birds coming back
with their squawks and their tweets
the bround growing warm
beneathe my bare feet

the bunnies and the squirrels
the turtles and the snakes
the fish swimming free
in the thawing lakes

the beauty of Spring
with new life all around!
the coming of pure beauty
with the thawing ground

poem by Kellsey Hartmann
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Days

Miserable grey, damp wet Days
Days shorter and winters Long
Long bleak dark Evenings
Evenings as black as pitch.

Bright frosty cold Mornings
Mornings glistening in the Sun
Sun shines cold as the Day
Day soon will become night.

Snow crisp and White
White flurries fall from the Sky
Sky as white as the Day
Day fades into a crisp evening.

Days engulfed with Floods
Floods devastating your Home
Home unfit to live In
In shelter we seek comfort.

poem by Hazel Connelly
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Grace In Retrospect

GRACE IN RETROSPECT
Beauty of raising sun at break of dawn
Forever can’t hold on after it is gone
Beauty of sun setting in to ocean in evening
At the night’s beginning is not forever holding
Beauty of blooming flowers in all different colors
Is only passing pictures before its time to wither
Only grace in retrospect

Beauty of changing seasons for nature’s good reasons
Is only temporary vision of life’s many illusions
Beauty of many events sweet and sad moments
Are only time’s sentiments of ascent and descent
Beauty of life’s birth on this mortal earth
Is faith of truth before time for death
Only grace in retrospect

poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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race In Retrospect

poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Despair Of The Early Morning

DESPAIR OF THE EARLY MORNING

Despair of the early morning
Despair of the darkness
Despair of the Despair
Despair of Old Age
Despair of the road closed
Despair of nothing to do
Despair of nowhere to go
Despair of endless errands
Despair of money running out
Despair of the message of Despair
One transmits to those one loves.

Despair that has to be resisted
Despair that the light of the day
Will help me overcome
Despair I will pray my way out of
Despair I will in the course of the day
Sometime overcome.

Not the great Despair
The unending Despair
The final Despair.

The small Despair of who I am and where I am now.
The Despair that still can be resisted,
By the writing of a few awkward lines
Early in the morning.