Your light
I look to my left
all I see is gloom
I look to my right
I see you
Your a bloom
poem by Steve Yeager
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After Reading O'Neills's 'Long Day's Journey Into Night
This house in our home
Of grief and tears
Is filled with foam
Of spoiled kids
After Depression years
A father's dream
A sister's scream
A brother's cry
The dream is dead
The mother's sigh
The dream is alive
But our love is dead
Another brother said
The flowers bloom
Let them bloom
Let them hide our gloom
Then he fled.
poem by M.L. Squier
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Mockery
I met my love a-weeping,
Weeping in the night-tide pale;
Her head among the lily bloom,
Weeping by an empty tomb—
An unshut tomb.
I gently stroked her golden hair
That shone so
With the moon-glow
In the sad-sweet air.
Like playful breezes from the south
Came soft smile-dimples to her mouth;
And when again she seemed to weep
I kissed her wild-wide eyes to sleep;
While there beyond the lily bloom
I saw the watching, waiting tomb.
I left my love a-sleeping,
Sleeping in the cypress vale;
Smiling sadly in the gloom;
Sleeping in the fastened tomb—
The tight-shut tomb.
How round the tomb the moving mists
Will twirl so
When the wind blows,
That the ivy twists
And shudders round the cold grey stone:
A serpent on a crumbling throne.
While I, upon a nearby mound
Hear salt tears soaking in the ground;
But there, when’er the lilies bloom,
I hear low laughter in the tomb.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Battle Flag for M lady Tara
November: Yet a single bloom
still flaunts herself defiantly.
A splash of red against the gloom
of a depressing dark grey sky.
A scarlet rose last of its kind
Contemptuous of the morning frost
as if on purpose to remind
us that the battle is not lost.
Until the last survivor dies
then winter can claim victory
Though we need not believe its lies
defeat is only temporary
Next year the rose will bloom again.
A promise which can’t be broken.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Naturally
All the birds have been blue
They dont know what to do
Ever since you said goodbye to me
And the flowers in their gloom, have just refused to bloom
Cause we all want you back, you see mmm, naturally
All the birds have been blue
They dont know what to do
Ever since you said goodbye to me
And the flowers in their gloom, have just refused to bloom
Cause we all want you back, you see
And even mister moon
Is left without a tune
And his shadows lost the harmony
So dont waste any time
Come back and change your mind
Everything will work out
Naturally
You know that love is a struggle
And only the strong survive
So its up to me and you
To do what weve got to do
To keep our love alive
And now bees have been gone
And they know that somethings wrong
Because they dont feel like buzzing at all
And the starts up in the sky, all they do it cry
And thats why the rain must fall
And the early morning sun
He knows that youre the one
And we both miss your company
So dont waste any time
Come back and change your mind
You know that love is a struggle
And only the strong survive
So its up to me and you
To do what weve got to do
To keep our love alive
So dont waste any time
Come back and change your mind
Well be singing harmonies
With the birds and bees
If only youll be mine
Things will work out fine,
Mm, naturally
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Call me by my true name! ! ! ! ! !
Please call me by my true name,
Not the ones that with tags came;
For it always reminds me
What I truly want to be…
Please call me by my true name,
Not the ones that put me in a frame,
So the spring of joy and laughter
Makes me bloom hereafter.
I choose to keep the gate
Of my heart open, free of hate
Let Him show me the path,
To live in the midst of wrath.
Pain and sorrow I know
Will come even tomorrow,
But joy and laughter
Will follow for sure, thereafter.
I will try, henceforth
None inhibits my growth,
Even if plunged in gloom
Let me like a Lotus bloom.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Oh! My darling dream
Spread your golden wings over gloom
Life needs you to bloom.
haiku by Abdul Wahab
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Life
LIFE
Glorious is life
To feel the morning's dew
There's no strife
In the days left so few.
Magnificent is life
To see the flowers bloom
There's no knife
In the battle-though gloom.
Beautiful is life
To tread the grass green
With my loving wife
And watch the love birds preen.
Happy is life
With innocent children around
To scan the brilliant stars, in rife
In ecstasy to abound.!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Hidden
So dazzling and bright,
yet in the gloom.
Just like a flower,
just waiting to bloom.
Nothing is perfect,
it never seems to be.
Yet in the darkest of wars,
there is much to set free.
Little Girl In Bloom
Little girl in bloom
With happy heart you wipe aside
Any sadness, sorrow or gloom
Tomorrow youll be a blushing bride
That loves her blushing groom
Little girl in bloom
You watch the men play cricket
From the window in your room
See the ball go from bat to wicket
Pass away the afternoon
Little girl in bloom
Carries a secret
The child she carries in her womb
She feels something sacred
Shes gonna be a mammy soon
When your daddy comes home
Dont tell him till alone
When your daddy comes back
Go tell him the facts
Just relax and see how hes gonna react
Little girl in bloom
All the clouds will go drifting by
So sing your lullabying tune
Every word is in your eyes
As you sit and softly croon
Little girl in bloom
Your love it fills the air
With the scent of the sweetest, sweet perfume
You feel so good you just dont care
Youre gonna be a mammy soon
When your daddy comes home
Dont tell him till alone
When your daddy comes back
Go tell him the facts
Just relax and see how hes gonna react
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Let Her Bloom Again
Where is that hurt nightingale?
That brought me alive in life’s dale.
Tell me your saddest tale
and lessen your pain caused by a gale.
Your heartless kin have left you alone
to curse ill-fate and life to moan.
A little mercy none has shown
and your hope to refresh they have blown.
The flowers in thy lawn I make to bloom
and drive-out the mind-boggling gloom.
In thy charred heart leave me some room
To make it lusty and a post-doom boom.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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So Glow
Sail with me
sail with me in my sea honey
leave your sadness behind
leave this blue
this gloom
baby
sail with this boom
Don't worry about what
so loom
Roam with romance
Spool with the rock
And roll
Don't be gloom
so
move baby
this cloudy
seal of cry
Your smiley
Baby face
as sheen of noon
What this gloom
Not yours
so
let it go
In smoke
You so sweet
so
baby don't goof
I need your galaxy and your glow
And the good look of your glamour
You as the dawns
shake of the doom
So
and as the moon
Baby
Am your groom
You are bloom
take off
this hood
Turn with glow
so
Glide baby with the beams of your gleams
As the sun rise
In the noon
You the morning glary
For sure
and so
You make a shade glaze
At the full moon
so
baby
make my nights
like after noon
poem by Sallam Yassin
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To A Crocus
An' so ye ‘ve oped your leaves at last—
I ‘ve often pitied ye, when fast
The drivin’ snaw has o'er ye past,
Puir bonnie thing,
Ye dared too soon the moody blast,
This damp cauld spring.
Ye ‘ve lifted up your gou'den head,
Too soon from off its wintry bed,
When late the faithless sunshine shed,
A saft warm gleam,
Then left ye, ere your leaves could spread,
Beneath its beam.
Sic’ is the hapless doom of those
Round whom her chain stern slavery throws,
Wha, born to naught but wrongs and woes,
An’ mony a tear,
Find storms and gloom around them close,
In life's young year.
But o'er ye now the brightening sky
Is bending wi’ a milder eye,
A safter breeze your buds will dry,
An’ fan your bloom;
O'er them oppression's clouds still lie
In murky gloom.
Yet e'en for them, a feeble light
Seems breaking o'er the horizon's night,
Distant, and faint, yet palely bright,
Wi’ hope's blest beam,
Telling that soon across their sight
'T will broadly gleam.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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In each and every new day
In each and every new day,
even when I have feelings of gloom
when life takes loved ones away
You are still visiting me in my room.
When I see the morning sun rising
over fields where wild flowers bloom
in a hot sunny day
I know your hand is at play.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love Sonnet 14 My Love Comes Like The Early Summer Rain
My love comes like the early Summer rain,
Which drizzle lends to making flowers bloom,
So once again the meadows could regain,
Their sparkle lost as Winter cast its gloom;
In bright sunlight, as pristine droplets fall,
Rainbows glow round my heart and deep within,
Not one boring moment could I recall,
For in stillness, I hear sweet songs begin;
But raindrops fell and poured their wrath on us,
Soaking our very bones, me and my love,
We might as well just be gardens, and thus,
Welcome this benediction from above;
......And grow and bloom we will throughout the years,
......Assured of rain and sun though Winter nears.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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When The Roses Bloom Again
When the roses bloom again,
I know that spring is here.
When the roses bloom again,
love will fill the air;
hearts will start to flutter
like a small bird on the wing.
Voices from the rooftops
will once again begin to sing.
When the roses bloom again,
to my loving arms you will come.
I will feel the warmth and tenderness
of your loving embrace.
When the roses bloom again,
everything will be as it always was.
The perfumes of a new day
will fill my world with love,
and all this will happen
when the roses bloom again.
26 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose
Love Sonnet 153 With Sultry Smile, Would Come A Vow To Keep
With sultry smile, would come a bow to keep,
Care not neglecting, to enlist the truth,
Might this hopeful fool, it would cause to weep,
Once leafy boughs would fail to wield its fruit;
When bud appeared, it spoke of promised bloom,
Whilst said in jest, it smacked of having lied,
Where happiness should be, now lies but gloom,
Niggardly kiss, has but Heaven denied;
But fools may seek, some place where else to glean,
For love that reapers may have left for them,
Where Fate would prove, not previously, as mean,
And there, to bask on sparkle of found gem;
.......Yet, as drift the time's unplanned Odyssey
.......The heart longs for the native shores to see.
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Reminiscing Under A Tree
Under this shade where love once bloom
Lies part of me that's now been lost
And now, found in my thoughts of gloom
Where lonesome pain exacts its cost
The heart and arrow carved in bark
Bring back the days of sunlit bliss
When we would sing as one, like lark
Than be as thieves stealing a kiss
The leaves that fell meant time had passed
Since they'd been fresh before the clash
Leaves collected like dreams amassed
Down in the ground burnt down like trash
A sprout can find a twig whereto it cleaves
As love might bloom again this Spring
Which comes as soon as Winter leaves
When soon I'll find new songs to sing.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Late To Bloom I Am To This
Late to bloom I am to this.
An honesty revealed...
About my feelings concealed.
I thought I knew what they were,
As I told them.
I thought once described...
No one could truly hold them.
Or enfold them as I do.
Then I met you.
Late to bloom I am to this.
A stripping bare...
Of what I dare call,
A complete enthralling happiness.
Late to bloom I am to this.
But age has nothing to do...
How we two,
Me and you get to do what gets done.
With lessons learned...
I am so glad my heart awaited for this one.
Late to bloom I am to this!
And I had once admitted...
This would not happen.
This I had missed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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