My Inspiration
O recollection of the heart! You're stronger
Than reason's cheerless recollection.
Your sweetness oft
Enchants me in a far-off land.
I recollect her voice, her precious words,
I recollect her azure eyes,
I recollect the golden locks
Of loose and curling hair.
My peerless shepherdess's
Simple clothes I recollect.
Her precious, unforgotten face
Still wanders with me everywhere.
This guardian spirit love bestowed
To comfort me in solitude:
When'er I slumber, it will nestle near
To sweeten cheerless sleep.
poem by Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
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Hometown
Hometown
somewhere in my past
A sometime anywhere
I happened to be
All those Sundays
and Mondays
and Humpdays
and those days
I thought would never pass...
Home, where I remember
when I can
a recollection of places
whose worth is doubtfull
Yes, I can recollect again
poem by Midnights Voice
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Recollect
I can recollect
And still count on my fingers
The times we argued before
Ur voice raised as u walked past the front door
U said u´d never return
I told u my lesson had been learned
And I wouldn´t give u another chance
The situations had ruined our romance
I can recollect
And still the remembrance lingers
Of the time I let u back in once again
I could hardly breathe cause of all the pain
My heart was left with
I said I was willing to give us one more try
U told me u weren´t going to make me cry
And u would never repeat the things u did back then
When u messed it all up and killed our romance
Now I wish I could dust myself off
Pick up the pieces of my soul off the floor
And recollect myself
Cause old habits never die
And here I am
Reminiscing the moment
U told me that was my last tear
My tear of goodbye.
poem by Nina gáspari
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For this invention of yours will produce forgetfulness in the minds of those who learn it, by causing them to neglect their memory, inasmuch as, from their confidence in writing, they will recollect by the external aid of foreign symbols, and not by the internal use of their own faculties. Your discovery, therefore, is a medicine not for memory, but for recollection-for recalling to, not for keeping in mind.
A Journey Beyond Death
Pranab k c
08/2011
So nervous were my eyes
when I saw my body lied in sleep
A sweet and soft moonlight everywhere
from ocean to mountain
from meadows to graveyard
walls, roof and floor are out of existence
a light soft and sweet flowing everywhere
So nervous was my memory
can't recollect the finest tune of life
I heard so long ago before my death
can't recollect
Yet alive I was but just out of me
the body in deep sleep and I
flying without feather everywhere
from ditch to dense
from narrow to wide
no heaven, no hell
only sweet and soft light white
everywhere, in every inch of all the imagery...
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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When I hoped, I recollect
768
When I hoped, I recollect
Just the place I stood—
At a Window facing West—
Roughest Air—was good—
Not a Sleet could bite me—
Not a frost could cool—
Hope it was that kept me warm—
Not Merino shawl—
When I feared—I recollect
Just the Day it was—
Worlds were lying out to Sun—
Yet how Nature froze—
Icicles upon my soul
Prickled Blue and Cool—
Bird went praising everywhere—
Only Me—was still—
And the Day that I despaired—
This—if I forget
Nature will—that it be Night
After Sun has set—
Darkness intersect her face—
And put out her eye—
Nature hesitate—before
Memory and I—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Not Just A Memory
The droplets that fall one by one from the sky touching the land
Remind me of the precious memory we own
Memory of our emotion we keep inside
The flowing water flooding the street
Recollect me of our feeling
Which rushing in my blood through my vein
Making a fond sensation I love
But,
It surely will not be just a memory
Our falling droplets, our flowing water
Will be some things we look after
For ever...
poem by Little Red Apple
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The first Day that I was a Life
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The first Day that I was a Life
I recollect it—How still—
That last Day that I was a Life
I recollect it—as well—
'Twas stiller—though the first
Was still—
"Twas empty—but the first
Was full—
This—was my finallest Occasion—
But then
My tenderer Experiment
Toward Men—
"Which choose I"?
That—I cannot say—
"Which choose They"?
Question Memory!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Last Night When We Were Young
(e. harburg/h. arien)
Last night when we were young
Love was a star, a song unsung
Life was so new, so real, so bright, ages ago, last night
Today, the world is old
You flew away, and time grew cold
Where is that star
That seems so bright
Ages ago, last night
To think that spring had depended
On merely this, a look, a kiss
To think that something so splendid
Could slip away in one little daybreak
So now lets reminisce and recollect the size of the kisses
The arms that clung, when we were young last night
So now lets reminisce and recollect the size of the kisses
The arms that clung, when we were young last night
Last night, oooooh, last night, ooooooh, last night
song performed by by Carly Simon
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O Good Solitude
It is hard to pay tribute
To the silence here and peace
The mind fresh and fair
The heart, soul so clear
O great solitude thanks
To recollect the flowery moments
And touch the face of dreams
We can bring joys to this world
When we sit side by side, hands in hands
O great solitude! so cute you seam
And the burden of griefs
We throw away the dust of mind
The spirit remains so kind
For hours we can whisper
For long we can stay together
There is no one to part us
Let us feel together
The next century will remember me
When it touches your soft empty hands
poem by Abdul Sattar
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I do not recollect when I had such a mental treat.
quote by Abigail Fillmore
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I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: ""What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.""
quote by Joseph Addison
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An Acrostic
E
lizabeth it is in vain you say
'
L
ove not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
I
n vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Z
antippe's talents had enforced so well:
A
h! if that language from thy heart arise,
B
reathe it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
E
ndymion, recollect, when Luna tried
T
o cure his love — was cured of all beside —
H
is folly — pride — and passion — for he died.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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We cannot even recollect the actions of our infancy, our childhood is like something written on a slate and rubbed off.
quote by Vinoba Bhave
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This Little Bag
This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made--
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we are about to part
T'will serve another end,
For when you look upon the Bag
You'll recollect your friend
poem by Jane Austen
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If I Were Happier
i always go back to the places
where i'd been to.
she thinks there is no need to see
a place more than twice
unless there is another reason which
i think she knows too well
i went back to Guimaras with her
the fire burnt her eyes making her blind
to what i once was, the past where i
once thrived, weakened, and made strong again
until i met her and i began to make promises
she is trying to recollect them now
what we really are as of this moment
whether we are the chains or the chained
i look at the old man with nothing in his dwelling
except rugs and a bamboo bed
i could have been him if i did not meet her
and i imagine myself if
and for which i did not dare tell her
...if i were happier.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Memories of Past
Loveless is my world
The dark paths of life, never seem to end
I reside in a world where love is scarce
Wish, I still had your love
Since, everything about you was perfect
Those, sweet words of 'I Love You'
Which you once always spoke to me are never to be heard again.
No more love I feel from you
That is the only reason why I always appear to be so lost now
Yes, I am depressed, always depressed without you
Only if I had you and your love, till my last breath
Then only I can ever feel complete
As now I try to recollect the memories of past, to think of my love story with you
Only you ever, made me feel this special
Loveless is my world
Wish, I still had you all for me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The First Time As Always
sweet will it always
be
the first kiss
the first love making
behind the
barn on the
haystacks
sweet as the remembrance
be
the first walk by the sea
the first holding
of the hands
sweet to recollect all the first
pieces of you
treasures of the mind
the heart
that falls in love for the first time
after grieving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Living On The Edge
When I lose something
And I can't get it back
I try to recollect what's left in me
Before I am ridden by guilt
When I make a mistake
And every body points their finger
I try to do it right again
Before the chance is gone forever
When I doubt my self
And the world seems colder
I try to find the good in me
Before I turn to hate my being
When I feel lonely
And nobody accompanies me
I try to remember the sweet memory
Before it is forgotten in the dark of life
When I fear something
And it is haunting my way
I try to hold what is precious to me
Before hope disappears from me
When I caught in sadness
And grief paints my song
I try to let it flow with time
Before tears comes to tire me
When I shaken by anger
And it stabs right in my heart
I try not to be burnt by fire
Before I get into any trouble
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The teenage acts
A lady, of an aristocratic look,
Older than me who myself am old,
Seated beside me in a concert,
With oval face, prominent nose,
And pouted mouth,
Drawn to narrow chin,
Despite wrinkled skin,
Kept me engaged through out.
Next day I went to see her in vain.
I recollect my teenage acts.
02.03.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Regrets and hate
To regret is to recollect
The past neglects and overhaul.
To hate is to take revenge
On ill doers and cleanse.
Both are self-repairing process
10.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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