Still Wood
A raven nearby
Non breezed
In the morning light.
Buds unfolding
Forming beauty.
Spring touching the wood
In solitude and silence.
Presenting the Creator
Of it all....
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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God is beauty
The beauty of a lady
Spreading love on Internet
The beauty of the first kiss
On the corner of a dark room
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Pecking the food into grasses
The beauty of the skins
The beauty of the smile
Of a pretty girl
The beauty of the morning light
The beauty of a queer feeling
Under the shadow of a tree
The beauty of the sparrows
Bathing in the pond
The beauty of the unknowns
The beauty of forgiveness
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At a goodbye party
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On our shoulder
Saying I am here beside you
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Early in the morning!
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The beauty of you and I!
poem by Framarz Bagheri
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The Beauty of Spring
The Beauty of Spring
I am looking out of a glass window.
I see a group of cherry blossom trees in the distance.
Nearby, there is a quaint little house.
This magnificence takes my breathe away.
The Beauty of Spring.
Daffodils are blooming.
Butterflies are fluttering through the air.
Robins are singing there beautiful song.
The world is coming back to life after a long winter.
The Beauty of Spring.
A gentle breeze skims across my face.
I inhale the sweet scent of flowers.
I see a world of gorgeous and vivid colors.
I absolutely love spring.
The Beauty of Spring.
I am Taking in The Beauty of Spring
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Remember Raven
Aah! ooh!
Aah! ooh!
While youre busy trying to conjure dirt upon me,
Your ponys sucked dry by an african bee.
The muck you rake is not enough to keep your turd at sea,
Remember the raven,
Remember the raven.
While your busy trying to weigh your power,
Your boats getting into fast water.
Lifes going down the river of no return,
Remember raven,
Remember raven.
Dont try to be a warden to history,
While trying to find a seat for your posterity.
You better tend your garden for your family.
Remember raven,
Remember raven.
Judas never got the key to heaven, you know.
Raven, raven, remember raven,
Remember raven.
Raven, raven, remember raven,
Remember raven.
Raven, raven, raven.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Oh Face Of Yesterday
A vision of loveliness
skipping through fields
of clover.
Running to meet with
me,
presenting a beautiful
bouquet.
A lovley flower of spring,
more precious than a rose.
Ever renewing my heart felt
emotions,
touching me like no other.
Enflaming my spirit,
a tender touch of beauty.
Always proclaiming our
love.
Oh.! face of yesterday
forever appearing before my
eyes,
The love of my life
remaining there forever.
poem by Heather Burns
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Beauty Of Silence
The beauty of silence is,
When there are no mistakes
The beauty of silence is,
When there is no time to hate
The beauty of silence is,
When there is nothing to explain
The beauty of silence is,
When there is no time to diminish in pain
Lust for every love
Dreams of entire reverie
Beget the pins & pains
Of lies in the stygian of mind
The beauty of silence is, when there's no one to divulge.
The beauty of silence is, when we see in divergent views.
The beauty of silence is, when there's only you.
poem by Amir Amzah
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Spring Shine
The warmth Spring, soft touch my face
With bloom the flowers everywhere
The sunshine meets the blue skies
Watch the beautiful morning
Feel the flowers of spring, so fresh,
The morning of spring fills with joy
I dream of touching the moon light,
Staying in the heaven
Where, I will call his soul
And sweet moment spent with him.
The warmth breeze, whispered to my ears
With the happiness of sharing life together
Listen to the soul of the spring
Where, I ‘all dream of the perfect love
Till I give my life to him.
poem by Natasa Tocuc
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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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Raven Spirit
“Raven Spirit”
Born unto this life,
Winter turned into
Spring, as morning sun
grasped at melted
window panes in
my young eyes.
Venturing out
into the brisk fresh
colorful display
of nature’s floral
mosaic, I breathed
my first breaths of
new air.
The early snow-capped
mountains shone
through the clouds, as
the Raven cried out
of his nest, and gave
my spirit a name.
I drearily walked
Into a dream,
where I picked
a wicker chair
and sat to wait,
as to make
this anxiety abate
A glorious light
Took over me
And led my staff.
Fear and my dream
Brought me along
Such this path.
To a state
Whereas to
ponder my fate,
when a Raven
came to stand aloft,
at a wondrous
wrought iron
gate.
With deepest glare
In his eyes,
much like that of slate.
Gave more the meaning,
with which my life
did equate.
For within he grasped
the sum of my life,
in the thoughts
of my mind,
for it’s just then
that he rendered
me blind.
For with the
Creator whom
once gave me
insight at birth.
Hence had sent
same Raven
To strip me
This worth..
Instantly as mind blank,
my spirit with half name,
as my heart sank
like rock in a stream,
like a child again
lost again in
a nightmarish dream.
Taken away back
from whence I
had came?
Once lucid, now
insane,
Before death's
door again.
poem by John Cochrane
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Silence Is The Best Morning Poem
SILENCE IS THE BEST MORNING POEM
Silence is the best morning poem
The eyes listen best
When Quiet opens them.
Look at the light
Hear it whisper into
The beauty of
Who you are,
“Boker Tov.”
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Solitude and Silence
All I have to offer
is solitude and silence.
No accomplishments to speak of,
having never finished anything
worth finishing
except bad relationships
and good friendships
I now regret not keeping.
Those I feel closest to
are the farthest away from me
while I keep myself distant
from those who are near.
If all you seek is solitude and silence,
this I can promise you without breaking.
I only ask, in return, to be allowed
my silence and solitude
from you.
poem by Juge Sopczak
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Little Raven
Little raven,
Where did you come from?
Little raven,
With your little black body.
Little raven,
With your long, shinny wings.
Little raven,
In mid flight.
Little raven,
With your frightening caw.
Little raven,
Why are you a sigh of death?
poem by Jameaka Shibles
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Raven Spirit
Raven Spirit
Born unto this life,
Winter turned into Spring,
as morning sun
grasped at melted
window panes in
my young eyes.
Venturing out
into the brisk fresh
colorful display
of nature’s floral
mosaic, I inhaled
the fresh breath of
new air.
The early snow-capped
mountains shone
through the clouds, as
the Raven cried out
of his nest, and gave
my spirit a name.
I drearily walked
Into a dream,
A wicker chair
where upon I sat
beside a stream.
To wrestle with wait,
as to make
strong anxiety abate.
Then a glorious light
took over me,
and led my staff.
Fear thus my dream,
brought me along
such a path.
For within a state,
whereas to
ponder my fate,
when a Raven
came to stand aloft,
atop a
wrought iron
gate.
With deepest glare
In his eyes,
much like that of slate.
Gave more the meaning,
with which my life
did equate.
For within he grasped
the sum of my life,
in the thoughts
of my mind,
for it’s just then
that he rendered
me blind.
For whom the
Creator that
once gave me
birth.
Hence had sent
a Raven
to strip me
this worth..
Instantly, my mind blank,
as half-spirit, I now sank,
my heart awash
like rock in a stream,
a child once
lost again in
a nightmarish dream.
Taken away back
from whence I
had came?
Once lucid, now
insane,
Before death's
door I stand again.
John Cochrane
poem by John Calvin Cochrane
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Her Morning Beauty
Up the sun goes
His rays beg for acceptance
Her breath welcomes you
Her eyes the sun reaches not the toes
The truth in the old African tale
That beauty of woman in the morning never fail
Spoke of your morning beauty
In words simile knows not how to equate
No alteration or erasure of any kind is in your morning beauty found
Smile that dazzles the sight of God
In ways the creator attempts not to clone
He halted on day 7 to praise your morning beauty
Genesis told you not?
That your morning beauty nature dares not describe
Dust on lilies gathers
As day sees his plows
Let not lad in
Muddy hands too slippery
To grasp what only a loving heart can
No adventurer to enter
That lose initial pace at the dusk of mystery
No conquerors be near
That scream Frame it!
Only lover know
Mist that spray dust off lily in her sleep
To leave no room to morning rays of God` s eye
At the wake of her morning beauty
poem by Didier Sixte Kahungu
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Spring has broken
Spring has broken!
Spring has broken!
Spring has broken!
I can feel it in the air,
I can feel it within me,
The rays of morning sun is warming,
The cold freezing world is now behind,
And the burst of renewals are everywhere seen,
The new buds are peeping,
And the cherry blossoms will soon be bursting,
Leave this sadness behind and breath the freshness in.
See again the birds are chirping,
and the little playful squirrels are jumping.
Spring has broken!
Spring has broken!
Spring has broken!
Again this renewal of life must begin.
poem by Spiritual Seeker
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Raven, Raven
I took my children to the Zoo.
That was in March of 1993
And there was a sharp wind.
We saw a black
Raven who had stories.
'Are you thirsty, Raven? '
They asked him.
He said: 'Raven, Raven.'
'Are you hungry, Raven? '
He said: 'Raven, Raven'
'Do you have a family, Raven? '
I asked.
He said: 'Raven, Raven.'
We came back smiling
My children and I.
The children left.
We remained: sharp wind and me.
We went to my apartment:
My memories and I.
Unbearable loneliness.
I went to a pub.
The waiter asked:
'Are you thirsty or hungry?
You are not with your kids tonight? '
I replied: 'RAVEN, RAVEN.'
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Voice
Quiet, that time before dawn;
A moment betwixt night and day
Just before the sun cracks the horizon
To flood the earth with light.
Before the first birds sing their morning praise.
A time of silence and contemplation,
Before the bustle of the day intrudes
And shatters its passing beauty,
For in that moment if you listen close
So faint upon the trembling air,
So quietly and gently spoke
You may hear the creator's voice.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Solitude, Singing
Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitude’s songs that sing of solemn things
Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.
poem by Rani Turton
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Before Summer Rain
Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood
you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour
will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.
And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Solitude is never worse,
Solitude is never worse,
Solitude can never be worse,
Either way killing is not good,
Tyranny is not a wise calling in murders,
But a solitude with Ideas that change what is Human,
For man is a wild animal,
The monologue of good is even better,
This World hast a lot of problems,
We must bear to see fortune and not felonies,
That man is blessed that say's mankind is to love other's,
But detractors of solitude never cease to ease,
Solitude is never worse if it is for good of Humane,
Virtue is an insight that will regenerate a beauty of concept,
Thinking that solitude is not bad anyway,
But not solitude in making enemies,
But as a teacher,
An advisor and a good communicator.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Awaken to Beauty
Sun, sparkling on water
Rainbow in sky.
Full moon, shimmering over cities,
Beauty, beauty is by.
See through the black, the grey,
To colours all around,
Brightening your world, your life;
Beauty, beauty surrounds.
The new leaves on spring trees,
Buds on daffodils.
Flowers, trees bursting with glory,
Beauty, beauty fills.
Snow covering, crystal white,
Summer, green, grass.
Each season brings new pleasures,
Beauty, beauty lasts.
Stand still awhile and see
If you can discern
The loveliness in front of you,
Beauty at every turn.
Bring happiness to your senses,
Bear gladness into you,
Take sometime for yourself,
Beauty is there; stays true.