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A Beautiful World....

That night the
flowers of kamuning
bloomed

White perfume was
spread
as the cool air of
June
was playful with
the tiny
green leaves

I sat under it
there were no stars in the skies
no moon

Dark clouds covered
what the sky could have
offered

It was your Light
that illuminated my
dark world &

With You i had no reasons
for fear

What a scented world!
how beautiful it is!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When Angels Kiss...

The dark clouds turned into a brighter white,
And the moon it shone with a brighter light.
The flowers of life stand tall once again,
From this world is vanquished all of lifes pain...

An angel stared at me with eyes of love,
Looking down upon me from high above.
I'm mesmerised by those emerald eyes,
I look deep inside to where love lies...

My love approached, eyes down to the ground,
My heart it pumped with a roaring sound.
My smiling heart said what no one could say,
I breathed in every essence of this beautiful day...

And when my Angel uttered, 'I love you, '
Dark black skies turned into sapphire blue.
The bleak grey clouds turned into white,
And the moon it shone a brighter light...

Winters snow it melted and flowed,
The night passed and the sun it glowed.
All of this the world just could not miss,
For it happens only when angels kiss...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Dreams on the Hillside

Last night I slept beneath the starry skies
Cloudless, warm, with fireflies
A cool summer breeze brushed over me
And crickets chimed harmoniously
And while I lay on the dark hillside
My world lit up and reality died.

In a field of paper flowers did I stand
In a world with no evil, hate, or reprimand
I looked up and saw lavender clouds curling in the sky
And watched the dragons and fairies fly

Candy grew from every tree and
The sun and moon smiled down at me
Spotted butterflies flittered here and there
While fairies placed red flowers in my hair

And blue wind painted white leaves yellow
While looking up at me was a small and happy fellow
And the teal clouds rained down golden drops of morning dew
That glistened on the green fescue*.

Chocolate bunnies hopped by the brook
So I stopped to take a look
And there I met a humble honeybee
Who kindly offered some cookies and tea

The weeping willows began to sway and shift
Causing glitter to spray from every crack and rift
While rainbows filled the blooming skies
With honeycombs that lit up my bright blue eyes.

Unicorns galloped over a distant hillside
And sugary bullfrogs hummed and sighed
On velvety bubbles and candy apple trees
Nimble elves danced atop golden leaves-

But all at once I awoke to the chilly fall air
That nipped at my nose with very little care,
I could not find the flowers or the candy apple trees,
The dragons, the bullfrogs, or the yellow-blue leaves
There I lay on the dark hillside under the starry skies
And found that my dreams had all been lies.

*fescue: type of grass

poem by Ali Vaughan
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Raat ki Raani (Night Queen)

Night-queen sparkled
Amidst fresh green leaves
Perfume in bunches!

Leaves hide
Behind bunches of flowers
Perfumed night!

Tiny petals
Five in numbers in
Perfect symmetry

and by morning

Some offered to earth
In gratitude for
Another day

The night queen
Sprayed an exotic perfume
Distinct from night's scent

The moon heady
With the night's scent
Slept satiated

But the sun glowed
And glowered helpless
In passion, unbound

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The Kamuning Trees Are Blooming...

under the kamuning tree
its white blossoms are falling

i sit upon a white chair in the garden
as petals fall softly like snow flakes from the sky

a wind blows us all happily away from here
i have become one kamuning scented soul

i feel so light
searching for my heaven.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the Silence of the Dark

In the silence of the dark
The human silence
Feeling cool earth under me
River ran in front of me
One cool long flowing liquid line
A painting hosting a moving river
The mountain loomed before me
It's shadow illuminated from the moon
I look for you
You are not here
I know you are not with me
If I owned them, I would trade them all
The glowing stars in the night sky
Just to have you on the ground with me
But I feel you anyway
In the silence of the dark.

poem by Moon Dust
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My Destiny

Once I alleged there would be a
Destiny for me and
I would think of a tree bearing leaves
Unfolding in the springtime that would
Only touch the sky if clouds were dense as
Thunderclouds, perhaps-
Dark as fear and ominous- If fate would allow
I would reach upward on a solitary walk
At the dawning of each day and touch the sky
Before the sun came out from hiding from behind cragged mountains-
At daybreak a few stars still being visible-
I would wish upon one remaining star- My destiny being to
Find a safe place for myself in this world? Clouds so dense and dark-
As deceiving as promises made by those I once believed in
Before lightening would strike and thunder would clap
Would deceive me and their ghostly spirits still haunt me as
Wind would blow down that tree
That never touched the sky because this wind had blown and
Lightening struck it down?
If I could I would be a tree that
In the event of never touching the sky and being the victim of a storm
It would not matter because a tree
Cannot feel the pain of deception, fear and mistrust?
I would live my life as a tree blossoming every spring,
Leaves unfolding and then changing colors in the autumn-
Always beautiful to see but
Not knowing the depth of sorrow felt or the
Agony of loss even after having fallen-
Only because God did not give it a soul?
The sun shall rise over the mountains as the full moon
Bids the night farewell- before light succumbs the darkness,
I shall wish upon a star and if the stars are obliterated by clouds so dark and ominous-
I shall try to be thankful for my soul that was God-given- that
I can feel love and appreciation of all that is beautiful-
Even if all the people in this world slight, hurt and betray me-
I can appreciate the glory of the rising sun and adore the splendor of nature-
I still have myself and even if lightening were to strike me dead,
My soul shall live on forever….

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Dark and Light

Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.

Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.

Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark

When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.

Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light

Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one, fear; love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!

poem by Jeff Manion
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poem by Claudia Krizay
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Stars in the night

Stars in the night,
Shining so bright,
Accompanying a moon,
Which always seems so alone,

Why can't we be like that,
And cut the cobwebs that,
Weakens the human bond,
Makes us feel alone is strong,

Arrogance and ego,
Negligence or so,
Are the cobwebs around,
Pathetic as they sound,

But this true,
For all of us,
We follow them all,
No matter dawn or dusk,

We join the stars,
With imaginary lines,
But can’t join our hearts,
With emotional signs,

A shooting star naturally leaves the sky,
Saying goodbye to all,
And fulfilling our wishes nice,

But we forcefully kick out our stars,
Our Mom and Dad,
Out of the house,
‘Coz spending few bucks on them,
Seems too bad,

We even make our friends,
Using our brain and not heart,
Don’t even mind breaking relationships,
For our good sake and part,

We see the sun,
Giving moon it’s light,
So that we see in the dark,
And moon looks beautiful and bright,

But this way,
We’ll never be,
‘Coz we kick a man downstairs,
So that “he’ll never be as high as me”,

We also grab somebody’s light,
So that we can shine more bright,
And give others darkness of failure,
‘Coz, for us,
Hard work was never an option better,

We see the moon in the dark night,
But never see the reasons behind its beauty and light,
The stars make it look flawlessly white,
‘Coz even it has holes,
If you have a close sight,

So promise yourself to be like these stars,
The sun,
Always helping others to stand,
And even making your own position,
Behave like human,
And not machines,
Make connections with heart and not brain,
And understand each other’s feelings….

poem by Apurva Jain
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The Pixy and the Grocer

How bright the room seemed! It was as if a ray of light came from the book, a luminous tree whose branches spread out across the ceiling. The leaves were fresh and green and on each branch flowers bloomed and fruit hung. The flowers were faces of young maidens, some with radiant dark eyes and other(s) with clear blue ones. The fruits were sparkling stars. All the while the most beautiful music could be heard.

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He [the pixy] experienced greatness. He saw what we see when God, disguised as the storm, walks across the turbulent ocean. He cried without knowing why he cried, but found that in those tears happiness was hidden. "How wonderful it must be," he thought, "to sit under the magic tree together with the student." But that was not possible; he had to be satisfied with looking through the keyhole.

poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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The Maple Tree

The Maple with its tassell flowers of green
That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed
Just spreading out its scallopped leaves is seen,
Of yellowish hue yet beautifully green.
Bark ribb'd like corderoy in seamy screed
That farther up the stem is smoother seen,
Where the white hemlock with white umbel flowers
Up each spread stoven to the branches towers
And mossy round the stoven spread dark green
And blotched leaved orchis and the blue-bell flowers -
Thickly they grow and neath the leaves are seen.
I love to see them gemm'd with morning hours.
I love the lone green places where they be
And the sweet clothing of the Maple tree.

poem by John Clare
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Dark Is Beautiful

(Kyrielle Sonnet)

Behold the waves dancing at night
The moon over them, what a sight!
Moment will soon pass, day is near,
Dark is beautiful, get it clear.

The rainbow, a breathtaking sight!
So are the stars, twinkling at night.
Angels are about, have no fear,
Dark is beautiful, get it clear.

End of the tunnel there is light,
Overcome hurdles with all might!
Beauty is all around and near,
Dark is beautiful, get it clear.

Behold the waves dancing at night,
Dark is beautiful, get it clear.

Hema Ravi,17.08.09

poem by Hema Ravi
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Night Roamer

That hateful sun
With rays that burn and blister

With light that wakes a sleeping world
A peaceful world

And once awoken
The fights break out

The war spreads
Because of that hateful sun

I am a creature of night
Night is when I roam

Beneath the moon
I am my strongest

The stars comfort me
The dark soothes my burns

The night flowers
Bloom at my touch

The Nocturnal
Are my people

And when that sun shines
It hides my stars

Covers my moon
My flowers sleep

The creatures of my kingdom
Flee with the fading darkness

Only to reappear at
Twilight

That sun
With rays of fire

Slowly kills

poem by Autumn Winds
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What A Wonderfull World

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Here Comes The Moon

Everybodys talking up a storm
Act like they dont notice it
But here it is and here it comes . . .
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when its full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Gods gift I see thats moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when its new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.

song performed by by George Harrison
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The Den o' Fowlis

Beautiful Den o' Fowlis, most charming to be seen
In the summer season, when your trees are green;
Especially in the bright and clear month of June,
When your flowere and shrubberies are in full bloom.

There visitors can enjoy themselves during the holidays,
And be shaded by the trees from the sun's rays,
And admire the beautiful primroses that grow there;
And inhale their sweet perfume that fills the air.

There the little children sport and play,
Blythe and gay during the live-long summer day,
In its beautiful green and cool shady bowers,
Chasing the bee and butterfly, and pulling the flowers.

There the Minnows loup and play;
In the little rivulet all the day;
Right in the hollow of that fairy-like Den,
Together in little shoals of nine or ten

And the Mavis and Blackbird merrily sing,
Making the Den with their notes to ring;
From high noon till sunset at night,
Filling the visitor's heart with delight.

Tis most lovely to see the trees arched overhead,
And the little rivulet rolling o'er its pebbly bed,
Ane near by is an old Meal Mill;
Likewise an old Church and Churchyard where the dead lie still.

The Den is always cool in the summer time,
Because it is so closely shaded from the sunshine,
By the spreading branches of the trees,
While the murmuring of the rivulet is heard on the night breeze.

It is a very magnificent spot the Den o' Fowlis,
And where oft the wintry wind it howls,
Among its bare end leafless withered trees,
And with fear wonld almost make one's heart to freeze.

To be walking through it on a dark wintry night,
Because the bare trees seem like spectres to your sight,
And everything around seems dark and drear,
And fills the timid mind with an undefinable fear.

But in the summer season it is most lovely to see;
With its fair flowers and romantic scenery,
Where the people can enjoy themselves all the day,
In the months of July, June, or May.

There the people can drink pure water when they are dry;
From the wells of spring water in the Den near by,
Which God has provided for his creatures in that lonely spot,
And such a blessing to the people shouldn't be forgot.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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The Thought

Into the skies, one summer's day,
I sent a little Thought away;
Up to where, in the blue round,
The sun sat shining without sound.

Then my Thought came back to me.—
Little Thought, what did you see
In the regions whence you come?
And when I spoke, my Thought was dumb.

But she breathed of what was there,
In the pure bright upper air;
And, because my Thought so shone,
I knew she had been shone upon.

Next, by night a Thought I sent
Up into the firmament;
When the eager stars were out,
And the still moon shone about.

And my Thought went past the moon
In between the stars, but soon
Held her breath and durst not stir,
For the fear that covered her;
Then she thought, in this demur:

'Dare I look beneath the shade,
Into where the worlds are made;
Where the suns and stars are wrought?
Shall I meet another Thought?

'Will that other Thought have wings?
Shall I meet strange, heavenly things?
Thought of Thoughts, and Light of Lights,
Breath of Breaths, and Night of Nights?'

Then my Thought began to hark
In the illuminated dark,
Till the silence, over, under,
Made her heart beat more than thunder.

And my Thought, came trembling back,
But with something on her track,
And with something at her side;
Nor till she has lived and died,
Lived and died, and lived again,
Will that awful thing seem plain.

poem by William Brighty Rands
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Light is out, Black is in

The light is getting dark
the clouds are turning gray
but i'll be ok

The day turns to night
and it's not going to change
So i'll walk through the streets
to see myself in a different light

The dark catches up and i'm covered
with death and dark
the dark is my new best friend
Through the dark i can control death

Through my death i can see my life
the life that was, is and could have been
with my new found friend comes
the choice of life or death

The dark is good it's new
the light was bad it's old
through the dark new choices arrive
with the light nothing was to choose

The dark is getting darker
but is that good or bad
cause it means death is for sure
I want the light back
I want to see myself not a stranger

poem by Jess Jayne
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Only light

Here is sun you see
Here is moon you see
Here is day and
Here is night
Life is light
Only light
Right!

Go and see
Fruits flowers
All yours
Light dark
All yours
I fear dark not
I love light not
I know
Nothing remain
After departure.

I am a creature
You are my creator
Alas, I am here
Not being your follower.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Where is the sun my love,
Do we really need it darling,
Our love an example of light,
In the night we shine so bright,
You, me, two little beautiful stars

The world sees in amusement,
The light sparkling from above,
The beams of grace and chastity,
Who else can it be,
The two beautiful stars,
You and me my love

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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When Angels Kiss...

Dreams on the Hillside

Raat ki Raani (Night Queen)

The Kamuning Trees Are Blooming...

In the Silence of the Dark

My Destiny

Dark and Light

Destiny

Stars in the night

The Pixy and the Grocer

The Maple Tree

Dark Is Beautiful

Night Roamer

What A Wonderfull World

Here Comes The Moon

The Den o' Fowlis

The Thought

Light is out, Black is in

Only light

Two beautiful stars

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Related quotes

When Angels Kiss...

Dreams on the Hillside

Raat ki Raani (Night Queen)

The Kamuning Trees Are Blooming...

In the Silence of the Dark

My Destiny

Dark and Light

Destiny

Stars in the night

The Pixy and the Grocer

The Maple Tree

Dark Is Beautiful

Night Roamer

What A Wonderfull World

Here Comes The Moon

The Den o' Fowlis

The Thought

Light is out, Black is in

Only light

Two beautiful stars

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