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To F

Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose)-
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea-
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms- but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.

poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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To One Departed

Seraph! thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea -
Some ocean vexed as it may be
With storms; but where, meanwhile,
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
For 'mid the earnest cares and woes
That crowd around my earthly path,
(Sad path, alas, where grows
Not even one lonely rose!)
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee; and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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The Lonely Path

One one lonely Lonely lonely one Lonely lonely Londoner I am very very lonely Loneliness is killing me in a lonely path I am frustrated Lonely at heart At the lonely path of London street, i walk on a lonely path The path that is wide is noisy very busy The lonely path is the narrow path very peaceful We all want peace

poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Thee, Thee, Only Thee

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking,
The night's long hours still find me thinking
Of thee, thee, only thee.
When friends are met, and goblets crown'd,
And smiles are near, that once enchanted,
Unreach'd by all that sunshine round,
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
By thee, thee, only thee.

Whatever in fame's high path could waken
My spirit once, is now forsaken
For thee, thee, only thee.
Like shores, by which some headlong bark
To the ocean hurries, resting never,
Life's scenes go by me, bright or dark,
I know not, heed not, hastening ever
To thee, thee, only thee.

I have not a joy but of thy bringing,
And pain itself seems sweet when springing
From thee, thee, only thee.
Like spells, that nought on earth can break,
Till lips, that know the charm, have spoken,
This heart, howe'er the world may wake
Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken
By thee, thee, only thee.

poem by Thomas Moore
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Forget Me Not

TO A. G. C.

Forget me not! though fate from thine,
My path of life may sever,
Still think of days of “auld lang syne,”
And moments fled forever.

When many a year has pass'd away,
And other ties have bound us,
Oh! then let memory sometimes stray,
To those that now surround us

Should pomp and pride be round thee then—
When day's bright beam is o'er thee,
And other forms shall meet thy ken—
Mine may not stand before thee.

But when the orb of day hath set,
Beneath the burning ocean,
And holy thoughts around thee met,
Have still'd the heart's commotion—

Oh! then may memory's hallow'd rays
Around my image hover,
And in the thoughts of other days,
These hours be then glanced over.

Forget me not! though fate from thine,
My path of life may sever,
But sometimes think of “auld lang syne,”
And moments fled forever.

poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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Life - 1240 - Initial Version

Life comes and goes as fortune flows
It never knows what cause it sows
For cycle slows or speeds, and those
Effects wind blows truth seldom shows.

Like April snows regrets melt: rose
In May soon glows to blossom grows,
Fling sorrow's bows and arrows, woes
End now, and close Time's book, compose

Lines which oppose all sadness owes
In verse or prose no debt - transpose
Free soul which chose as joy arose.
Expose nor woes nor hope foreclose.

LIfe shadows swallows, overthrows,
FEels rose row grows for soul's repose.

(April 19 2005)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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To My Piano Teacher 2

To My Piano Teacher
(Dedicated to my beloved piano teacher, Kamal Sir)

O Lord! Thou hath made me realize,
How valueless earthly words are,
For, from our souls they are too very far,
At least than our ears and our eyes,
When the language of the soul soars the skies,
And so do the dulcet notes of god.
Thou hath taught me much, Oh Lord!
Hark, O! Hark my reverent cries.
A change for the era and its halo,
I sense, is waiting, not far away,
For there are like thee beings for us to follow,
And who without words can show us the way,
And find us sweetness ‘midst the isle of mallow,
And on whom we can rely each day.

AMANYU T

poem by Amanyu T Thulasi
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How Dear to Me the Hour

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.

And, as I watch the line of light, that plays
Along the smooth wave toward the burning west,
I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.

poem by Thomas Moore
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God Spoke To Me Today

God spoke to me today, and said:
'Perhaps you wonder My Child, why you were once dead:
Upon the day where I caused that you died,
I wanted to impart to you, the import of Pride,
And ensure you and the world, entire
Knew, in no uncertain terms, it has always been My Desire
To use you, one of My Most Belov'd,
To show all around you-in all ways-Love;
All that you were lacking at the time of your death,
Right up to the point where you took your erstwhile last breath-
Was enough Humility to properly prepare for your Path;
Now, Beloved Child of Mine, thou hath
All that is needed, to share your Gift with the world-
Now, YOUR Most Beloved, may come to see all that I Unfurled,
For you both, as a Most Favored Couple;
I know Child, the Path has been less than subtle,
Yet, henceforth, the Path I have Divined
Will be shown to all, and you and She will be Combined
For all Eternity-first on Earth, then with Me;
You may inquire: 'Father, how may this be? '-
To which I shall Proffer Providence, as Proof
To all who now, or ever, remain aloof,
As to what My Path for you, and all YOU Love Most-
THIS is MY Truth-only I, The Most Gracious Host,
May Pre-Determine, or otherwise make to be,
All that IS, and SHALL BE-nay sayers only take, from Me-
Their OWN Faith, NOT Mine, in You-
You have suffered long and much; I Gift You now, all You are due-
For YOUR Faith in Me, an in each other;
You covet Her as a Sister, and She covets Thee, as a Brother;
Through each of your travails, though separate
You each were-all was made through Me, ameliorate-
For you each, as o'er many Earthly years;
As you become more as One, through all the tears-
Despite all the trepidation, despite all the fears,
You each must now hold-MY Kingdom cheers
Both of You on this Divine Path, now Proffered to Thee;
Obligation is owed to each other, for Your Faith and Fortitude;
Share with each other, this Humble Gratitude-
And as You have thusly, give Glory also, to Me! '

poem by Maurice Harris
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Hey There Beloved

Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away

Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you

Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you

Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is

Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
H--------

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poem by David Knox
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To The Beloved

Beauty beloved, who hast my heart inspired,
Seen from afar, or with thy face concealed,
Save, when in visions of the night revealed,
Or seen in daydreams bright,
When all the fields are filled with light,
And Nature's smile is sweet,
Say, hast thou blessed
Some golden age of innocence,
And floatest, now, a shadow, o'er the earth?
Or hath Fate's envious doom
Reserved thee for some happier day to come?

To see thee e'er alive,
No hope remains to me;
Unless perchance, when from this body free,
My wandering spirit, lone,
O'er some new path, to some new world hath flown.
E'en here, at first, I, at the dawn
Of this, my day, so dreary and forlorn,
Sought thee, to guide me on my weary way:
But none on earth resembles thee. E'en if
One were in looks and acts and words thy peer,
Though like thee, she less lovely would appear.

Amidst the deepest grief
That fate hath e'er to human lot assigned,
Could one but love thee on this earth,
Alive, and such as my thought painteth thee,
He would be happy in his misery:
And I most clearly see, how, still,
As in my earliest days,
Thy love would make me cling to virtue's ways.
Unto _my_ grief heaven hath no comfort brought;
And yet with thee, this mortal life would seem
Like that in heaven, of which we fondly dream.

Along the valleys where is heard
The song of the laborious husbandman,
And where I sit and moan
O'er youth's illusions gone;
Along the hills, where I recall with tears,
The vanished joys and hopes of earlier years,
At thought of thee, my heart revives again.
O could I still thy image dear retain,
In this dark age, and in this baleful air!
To loss of thee, O let me be resigned,
And in thy image still some comfort find!

If thou art one of those
Ideas eternal, which the Eternal Mind
Refused in earthly form to clothe,
Nor would subject unto the pain and strife
Of this, our frail and dreary life;
Or if thou hast a mansion fair,
Amid the boundless realms of space,
That lighted is by a more genial sun,
And breathest there a more benignant air;
From here, where brief and wretched are our days,
Receive thy humble lover's hymn of praise!

poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi
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Sweet Innisfallen

Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well,
May calm and sunshine long be thine!
How fair thou art let others tell --
To feel how fair shall long be mine.

Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell
In memory's dream that sunny smile,
Which o'er thee on that evening fell,
When first I saw thy fairy isle.

'Twas light, indeed, too blest for one,
Who had to turn to paths of care --
Through crowded haunts again to run,
And leave thee bright and silent there;

No more unto thy shores to come,
But, on the world's rude ocean tost,
Dream of thee sometimes as a home
Of sunshine he had seen and lost.

Far better in thy weeping hour
To part from thee, as I do now,
When mist is o'er thy blooming bowers,
Like sorrow's veil on beauty's brow.

For, though unrivall'd still thy grace,
Thou dost not look, as then, too blest,
But, thus in shadow, seem'st a place
Where erring man might hope to rest --

Might hope to rest, and find in thee
A gloom like Eden's, on the day
He left its shade, when every tree,
Like thine, hung weeping o'er his way.

Weeping or smiling, lovely isle!
And all the lovelier for thy tears --
For though but rare thy sunny smile,
'Tis heaven's own glance when it appears.

Like feeling hearts whose joys are few,
But, when indeed they come, divine --
The brightest light the sun e'er threw
Is lifeless to one gleam of thine!

poem by Thomas Moore
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On A Connubial Rupture In High Life

I sigh, fair injured stranger! for thy fate;
But what shall sighs avail thee? Thy poor heart,
'Mid all the 'pomp and circumstance' of state,
Shivers in nakedness. Unbidden, start

Sad recollections of Hope's garish dream,
That shaped a seraph form, and named it Love,
Its hues gay-varying, as the orient beam
Varies the neck of Cytherea's dove.

To one soft accent of domestic joy,
Poor are the shouts that shake the high-arched dome:
Those plaudits, that thy public path annoy,
Alas! they tell thee--Thou'rt a wretch at home!

O then retire and weep! Their very woes
Solace the guiltless. Drop the pearly flood
On thy sweet infant, as the full-blown rose,
Surcharged with dew, bends o'er its neighb'ring bud.

And oh that Truth some holy spell might lend
To lure thy wanderer from the syren's power,
Then bid your souls inseparably blend
Like two bright dewdrops meeting in a flower.

poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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On That Path

I'm on that path,
So was my mother,
I'm on that path,
Just like my brother.
I'm on that path,
I didn't know my father,
I'm on that path,
And i am the master.
I'm on that path,
upon the good, straying from evil.
I'm on that path-
There is no cheating.
I'm on that path,
God knows i need him.
I'm on that path,
and i hope i'm never leaving ;)

the HEARTbraker

poem by Madina Morr
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Lalla Rookh

"How sweetly," said the trembling maid,
Of her own gentle voice afraid,
So long had they in silence stood,
Looking upon that tranquil flood--
"How sweetly does the moon-beam smile
To-night upon yon leafy isle!
Oft in my fancy's wanderings,
I've wish'd that little isle had wings,
And we, within its fairy bow'rs,
Were wafted off to seas unknown,
Where not a pulse should beat but ours,
And we might live, love, die alone!
Far from the cruel and the cold,--
Where the bright eyes of angels only
Should come around us, to behold
A paradise so pure and lonely.
Would this be world enough for thee?"--
Playful she turn'd, that he might see
The passing smile her cheek put on;
But when she mark'd how mournfully
His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;
And, bursting into heart-felt tears,
"Yes, yes," she cried, "my hourly fears
My dreams have boded all too right--
We part--for ever part--to-night!
I knew, I knew it could not last--
'Twas bright, 'twas heav'nly, but 'tis past!
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never lov'd a tree or flow'r,
But 'twas the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
And love me, it was sure to die!
Now too--the joy most like divine
Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,--
Oh misery! must I lose that too?
Yet go--on peril's brink we meet;--
Those frightful rocks--that treach'rous sea--
No, never come again--though sweet,
Though heav'n, it may be death to thee.
Farewell--and blessings on thy way,
Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger!
Better to sit and watch that ray,
And think thee safe, though far away,
Than have thee near me, and in danger!"

poem by Thomas Moore
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Alas, All Are Strangers

Alone in this world

Don't have a golden dove

Poor is the world of mine

Bared off fortune of life

My soul is tired Humbling alone

My life is like Dark empty deserts

ALAS, Alone im
Alone
My world is Alone Though all the crowd Surrounded all around
All are strangers Foreigners or not Relatives are but!

Long ago the smile deserted my world

Sorrows of the life surrounded my soul

Betrayers came always to my road

Love has left my soul alone and unknown

My love ones destroyed

My soul and has gone

The path of love has been

For me dark and misrable

Alas, that only stony hearts

I have met at life's stormy roads

Though my love always was so sincere and boundless for all

But, the love was always a traitor full of lies

I never wanted to have golden clothes

But my life was such a miserable stormy winter

Hard to pass The sincere love was my heart's only desire

But the path of love always has been for me

Full of lies and pain

Alars, Alone im Alone
My world is Alone Though
all the crowd Surrounded all around
All are strangers Foreigners or not Relatives are but!

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Clear Path

Lord, With thee I can fulfill my destiny.
Nothing is impossible to thee.
I thank thee.

For now; O Lord; With thee,
Nothing shall block my path, Nor cause aspiration to flee.

My spirit rekindled-
Free of fear, My burdens lifted,
And my path clear- Because of you, I am set free…
I continue onward- To my destiny.

poem by Philip Alarie
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The Ocean Rose (An Homograph/Homonym Poem) ...

The Ocean Rose
Scent Of The Sea
Brisk Blue-Green Perfume
Of Serenity

The Ocean Rose
Blossomed Open
Drowned Its Hook-Thorns
To Let Hope In

The Ocean Rose
Within A Vase
Of Exquisite, Exotic
Deep Seabed Base

The Ocean Rose
Sat Like A Prize On
A Jeweled Box
Below A Horizon

The Ocean Rose
To Touch The Sky
Drunk The Tears
That Seagulls Cry

Beyond Our Reach
Below Our Nose
But Before Our Eyes
The Ocean Rose

The Ocean Rose
By Sunset Glows
And Thru Storms and Rains
It Thrives and Grows

So Far Away
Yet Ever Close
It’s Petals Pour
And Stems and Flows

The Ocean Rose
Beneath Rainbows
in Rows After Rows
Its Beauty Shows

Written & ©: 10/5/10

By: The MoonBee

HOMOGRAPHS are words that are spelled the same but have different meanings.
HOMONYMS are words that sound alike but have different meanings.

poem by MoonBee Canady
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There But For The Grace Of God

An anthem to the human condition
Lead vocal: john miles
What kind of madness rule the world today
What earthly reason holding sway
There is no heaven at all
For some may weep
And some may sleep
While some may rise
And some may fall
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go i
Go i
And so we live in lives of fantasy
And dream of dreams that hold the key
And we follow like sheep
We thread the path
That leads to thee
We seek the soul that is not ours to keep
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go i
Go i

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Indian Woman's Death-Song

Non, je ne puis vivre avec un coeur brisé® Il faut que je retrouve la joie, et que je m'unisse aux esprits libres de l'air.

Bride of Messina
,

Madame De Stael

Let not my child be a girl, for very sad is the life of a woman.

The Prairie.

DOWN a broad river of the western wilds,
Piercing thick forest glooms, a light canoe
Swept with the current: fearful was the speed
Of the frail bark, as by a tempest's wing
Borne leaf-like on to where the mist of spray
Rose with the cataract's thunder. Yet within,
Proudly, and dauntlessly, and all alone,
Save that a babe lay sleeping at her breast,
A woman stood. Upon her Indian brow
Sat a strange gladness, and her dark hair wav'd
As if triumphantly. She press'd her child,
In its bright slumber, to her beating heart,
And lifted her sweet voice that rose awhile
Above the sound of waters, high and clear,
Wafting a wild proud strain, her Song of Death.

Roll swiftly to the Spirit's land, thou mighty stream and free!
Father of ancient waters, 5 roll! and bear our lives with thee!
The weary bird that storms have toss'd would seek the sunshine's calm,
And the deer that hath the arrow's hurt flies to the woods of balm.

Roll on! my warrior's eye hath look'd upon another's face,
And mine hath faded from his soul, as fades a moonbeam's trace;
My shadow comes not o'er his path, my whisper to his dream,
He flings away the broken reed roll swifter yet, thou stream!

The voice that spoke of other days is hush'd within his breast,
But mine its lonely music haunts, and will not let me rest;
It sings a low and mournful song of gladness that is gone,
I cannot live without that light. Father of waves! roll on!

Will he not miss the bounding step that met him from the chase?
The heart of love that made his home an ever sunny place?
The hand that spread the hunter's board, and deck'd his couch of yore?
He will not! roll, dark foaming stream, on to the better shore!

Some blessed fount amidst the woods of that bright land must flow,
Whose waters from my soul may lave the memory of this wo;
Some gentle wind must whisper there, whose breath may waft away
The burden of the heavy night, the sadness of the day.

And thou, my babe! tho' born, like me, for woman's weary lot,
Smile! to that wasting of the heart, my own! I leave thee not;
Too bright a thing art thou to pine in aching love away,
Thy mother bears thee far, young Fawn! from sorrow and decay.

She bears thee to the glorious bowers where none are heard to weep,
And where th' unkind one hath no power again to trouble sleep;
And where the soul shall find its youth, as wakening from a dream,
One moment, and that realm is ours. On, on, dark rolling stream!

poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Absolute Admire

Absolutely-this is how I shall always love thee;
'My own piece of Heaven, on Earth' is what I think of thee;
No other has captured my soul, so completely-
Thus, no other may truly complete me.
Endeavor as I may oppositely, thoughts of thee still abound:
In the safe confines of my heart and soul, you are still around,
To comfort me, when solace is needed-
To uplift me, when all hope seems fleeted-
Your very existence, proof that my prayers are thoughtfully heeded!
I can no more help that I covet thee, as I can, respire-
This is but His Will, and my every earthly desire.
My beloved, you are the aim of my unabashed, absolute admire.
My most humble wish is to provide half the same to you-
Even if it should take 1,000 lifetimes to do!

-Maurice Harris,19 July 2012

poem by Maurice Harris
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