a climax of solitude
the mountain range bathed
in sublime light
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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start of day
the mountain summit bathed
in sublime light
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Weight of Poetry
Poetry is core of arts
It’s not strange!
Not knowing that poetry is core of all arts
It’s not strange as well!
The many who don’t know that poetry is core of all arts
It’s not a strange at all!
Although the poets usually make foes against vulgarity
A city makes the poets wandering on the streets
Should utterly lack of the manner and style
A society brings the resentment to the poets
Should fully lack of consciousness
Solitude is the major topic in life
Solitude is poetry
Lack of poetry, art is a form of imitation
Lack of poetry, power is a presumptuous mediocrity
Lack of poetry, fortune is a wealthy poverty
Lack of poetry, love is a superficial organ
The extreme of love- solitude
The extreme of wealth- solitude
The extreme of power – solitude
The extreme of art- solitude
The extreme of climax - solitude
The extreme of world - solitude
The extreme of planets- solitude
Those who have never explored loneliness
Can write down the weight of poetry?
poem by DePen Chang
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Sea, Mountain And I
I went to sea many times..
watched the waves, the
virgin islands, I loved
to walk on the sand,
of the far-stretched beach....
I swam and bathed with wilderness,
but, I couldn't love any sea.
I see everyday, the mountain range,
as if they stand in meditation,
with Pines, Oaks, and Birches
tufted with their loving hearts!
The curtain of mists opens up,
with the first appearance of,
the mild ray of the Sun...
The tops of the trees smile
and greet the world and
bow to the creator for all
for them He has done.
The dew-wrapped wet leaves,
stuck to my moving toes...
The winding paths invite
me to go, to go...
Down, down I see, the deep
ditch, with sudden touch of
day light, and darkness
of the unknown mystery,
tells me the horrible truth,
death is nothing but a simple
slip from known to very unknown.
Still, I am in half love
with life and death,
so I fall in deep love with this.
Mountain works in me like
daily fever and doesn't
let me go!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Woodland Fairy.
Deep inside the woods, at night,
Appeared a fairy, bathed in light,
Her grace was magical to see,
As she tiptoed there, beneath the tree,
Just that one night,
I witnessed the sight,
Of a woodland fairy bathed in light.
poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
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crisp morning air
glowing with sublime light
the mountain peak
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Solitude's whistle
Loneliness to solitude
Spans the kingdom of silence
Its path bathed in the golden hue
Of restrained compliance …
One end dark;
The other illuminated.
The distance not yet calibrated;
On a measurable scale.
One hinges on myopia;
The other encourages to exhale.
A moment is enough
to enlighten and
To render the self a glow
So take a step towards the worthy end
Solitude’s whistle you blow.
30 June 2009
poem by Nikunj Sharma
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A show is like having a climax. It's like having an incredible, natural climax. And then suddenly it's all finished, and you don't know what to do next.
quote by Rod Stewart
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Prospects
We have set out from here for the sublime
Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
Is all the green of that enameled prime
A snapshot recollection or a dream?
We have set out from here for the sublime
Without provisions, without one thin dime,
And yet, for all our clumsiness, I deem
It certain that we shall arrive on time.
No guidebook tells you if you'll have to climb
Or swim. However foolish we may seem,
We have set out from here for the sublime
And must get past the scene of an old crime
Before we falter and run out of steam,
Riddled by doubt that we'll arrive on time.
Yet even in winter a pale paradigm
Of birdsong utters its obsessive theme.
We have set out from here for the sublime;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
poem by Anthony Evan Hecht
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Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone all leave it alone.
quote by Thomas de Quincey
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Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.
quote by Thomas de Quincey
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Sunset On The Cunimbla Valley, Blue Mountains
I SAT upon a windy mountain height,
On a huge rock outstanding from the rest;
The sun had sunk behind a neighboring crest,
Leaving chill shade; but looking down, my sight
Beheld the vale still bathed in his warm light
And of the perfect peace of eve possessed,
No wave upon the forest on its breast
And all its park-like glades with sunshine bright.
It put me into mind of the old age
Of one who leaves ambition’s rocks and peaks
To those inhabited by nobler rage,
And still existence in life’s valleys seeks;
His is the peaceful eve; but then one hour
Of mountain life is worthy his twenty four.
poem by Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
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The climax before death
Death is the goal for living things.
Each death has a climax on the eve.
The hero succumbs in the climax.
How horrible it'd be is one's fate.
23.01.2012.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Interrupted Solitude
Look at all the lights
all the cars
in this night
they interrupt my darkness
bring light to my solitude
i need it to be spark less
but they bring light
to my darkness
my solitude interrupted
I want to be in peace but
these sparks have to interrupt it
I'm very displeased
i want the solitude of this darkness
but these lights hold up their fists
they fight through the air
to shine down on me
when all i want
is to be alone
in the darkness
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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Morning Rain
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened
Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon.
Morning Rain
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened
Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon.
Afterglow
Just when days start getting colder
I walk the streets I never knew
There's some words I never told you
The sound rings out like the truth
And if you could see what's come over me
Then you would know
Cause I'm walking free
The wind at my back
Bathed in afterglow
And as I sit here in this dark room
All I seem to feel is light
And I see color
I see the ruin
Of the blood in this life that's ours
And if you could see what's come over me
Then you would know
Cause I'm walking free
The wind at my back
Bathed in after
Watch the sun it paints an orange sky
Lay me down and feel the days gone by
Just when the day, Just when the day
Just when the days start getting longer
I walk the streets I never knew
The sun comes out for you
And if you could see whats come over me
Then you would know
Cause I'm walking free
The wind at my back
And bathed in after
As I'm walking free
The wind at my back
I'm bathed in afterglow
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Solitude
How many times have you told me you love her
As many times as I've wanted to tell you the truth
How long have I stood here beside you
I live through you
You looked through me
Ooh, Solitude,
Still with me is only you
Ooh, Solitude,
I can't stay away from you
How many times have I done this to myself
How long will it take before I see
When will this hole in my heart be mended
Who now is left alone but me
Ooh, Solitude,
Forever me and forever you
Ooh, Solitude,
Only you, only true
Everyone leave me stranded
Forgotten, abandoned, left behind
I can't stay here another night
Your secret admirer
Who could it be
Ooh, Can't you see
All along it was me
How can you be so blind
As to see right through me
And Ooh, Solitude,
Still with me is only you
Ooh, Solitude,
I can't stay away from you
Ooh, Solitude,
Forever me and forever you
Ooh, Solitude,
Only you, only true
song performed by by Evanescence
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Natural
Nature and you
don't control yourself
let nature control you
your climax isn't defined by yourself
your climax will be recognized after death
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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Angry Mountain
The heat smothered close, flames are bright
And vividness is exceptional and beyond belief;
The picture of fire is now preying on the thinkers
That thought out their messages of the volcanoes.
A volcano can not know why we lean and judge,
Or whether we engage in torture or not.
However much the mountain erupts with fury
The flames are absent after an age of ruin.
Fires abound in the skies around the geography
Of the mountain range, fires so high and vivid.
Let heat be the parapet of insolence, the mountain
Is an angry volcano so refusing us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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