Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun. --From the poem "Doom of the Exiles", written 16 April 1954
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Related Anyone who says, “Here’s my address, write me a poem,” deserves something in reply. ... NAOMI SHIHAB NYE If we all look at life we think how nice, then we look at death and everybody goes oh you can say th... GARY F EVANS... We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness u... MAYA ANGELOU A Litany for Survival For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon... AUDRE LORDE The day will come When my body no longer exists But in the lines of this poem I will ... SAPARDI DJOKO DAMONO Eternity bores me, I never wanted it. From the poem "Years", 16 November 1962 SYLVIA PLATH I see In many an eye that measures me The mortal sickness of a mind Too unhappy to be... A.E. HOUSMAN The greatest thinkers have attempted to find who we are where we come from a... KAMAND KOJOURI The more you love the more you'll find that life is good and friends are kind and on... HELEN RICE In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words. KAMAND KOJOURI Fare well we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away e... J.R.R. TOLKIEN This is a day of celebration! Today, we are divorcing the past and marrying the present. KAMAND KOJOURI Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds— it wa... LANG LEAV A song she heard Of cold that gathers Like winter's tongue Among the shadows It ... ROBERT FANNEY In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shar... DENISE LEVERTOV Song of a Second April APRIL this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ag... EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY We are all in the same boat, boat of life. Does not seem to be a rudder with oarsman. ROBERT TRABOLD We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, ... KAMAND KOJOURI We learn that all life is scarce yet abundant. Profane yet sacred. Lov... A.P. SWEET (This is from a tribute poem to Ronnie James Dio: Former lead vocalist of the band Rainbow, Black Sa... MUNIA KHAN I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do n... SYLVIA PLATH They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end. The hills that split asunder an... GEORGE R.R. MARTIN I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery tur... SYLVIA PLATH The Hero Path We have not even to risk the adventure alone for the heroes of ... JOSEPH CAMPBELL all hopes there, so close to each other, are pulled into the void every night; when a band... MUNIA KHAN O smile, going where? O upturned look: new, warm, receding surge of the heart--; alas, we ... RAINER MARIA RILKE She burns like the sun Beautiful when she comes undone No restraints Pure passion flo... MELODY LEE I write poetry, worry, smile, laugh sleep continue for a while just like most of... 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GINGER Let's burn our masks at midnight and as flickering flames ascend, under the witness of sta... JOHN MARK GREEN Truth And if sun comes How shall we greet him? Shall we not dread him,... GWENDOLYN BROOKS when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked CHARLES BUKOWSKI This poem is very long So long, in fact, that your attention span May be stretched to its ... COLLEEN HOOVER I close my eyes Only for a moment, then the moment's gone All my dreams Pass be... KANSAS (BAND) While walking in a toy store The day before today, I overheard a Crayon Box With many thin... ANON. Lay down Your tired & weary head my friend. We have wept too long Night is fallin... JOSé N. HARRIS Storm Warnings The glass has been falling all the afternoon, And knowing better tha... ADRIENNE RICH Great use they have, when in the hands Of one like me, who understands, Who understands the ... CHARLES CHURCHILL Great use they have, when in the hands Of one like me, who understands, Who understands the ... CHARLES CHURCHILL we are all like poems. some of us rhyme. some don’t. some are Pulitzer prizes som... SANOBER KHAN Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break ... J.R.R. TOLKIEN The Pressure- Maybe one day, after centuries, we can become brilliant gems in c... KEELIE BREANNA American Wedding In america, I place my ring on your cock where it belon... ESSEX HEMPHILL A dragon grows in leaps and bounds, Like troubles mounting by the pound. Its stature... RICHELLE E. GOODRICH blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, o... BARBARA BLATNER What We Want What we want is never simple. We move among the things LINDA PASTAN Words Be careful of words, even the miraculous ones. For the miraculous ... ANNE SEXTON Rain turned to ice, and lightning splintered, it spliced the black sky, it seeped a bright... A. LEE BROCK Like a comet pulled from orbit, As it passes a sun. Like a stream that meets a boulder, ... STEPHEN SCHWARTZ Where has God gone?” [the madman asked] “I shall tell you. We have killed him – you and I... FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE No Difference Small as a peanut, Big as a giant, We're all the same size W... SHEL SILVERSTEIN Each time we bow to the feet of anything we find riveting, the mind rises to CURTIS TYRONE JONES soulsThat we might break these molds And free our restless souls Start to believe Tha... DAVID GRAY My tears of joy hear the raindrops crying, as the rain never wants to pour down on my... MUNIA KHAN Bleeding for a decade For a decade, We bleed like there is no hell but the earth ARZUM UZUN MISERABLE Release the toxic and infectious- Spreaders of misery, Souls destroyi... GIORGE LEEDY We know not whether laws be right Or whether laws be wrong All we know who lie in gaol <... OSCAR WILDE The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Nig... HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. RAINER MARIA RILKE But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left BORIS PASTERNAK Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't ... KAMAND KOJOURI I’ve reached the vanishing point without you. Here my heartache begins with your pain MUNIA KHAN A couple of customers interrupted [...] who wanted to know if we had some YA book about ants and ali... SHAUN DAVID HUTCHINSON On Generosity On our own, we conclude: there is not enough to go around w... WALTER BRUEGGEMANN Thought of the day. If you are in an impossible situation. Then find an impos... GARY EDWARD GEDALL We don't know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is go... ANNA AKHMATOVA To know the way, we go the way, we do the way. The way we do, the things we do... BENJAMIN HOFF Our marriage began with knots and fangs; vows inked on skin. Black venom stained JALINA MHYANA When hope turns dark, I will bring the sun to light it, I shall guide, protect thee, AYUSHMAN JAMWAL He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had t... EDWIN MARKHAM RELATIONSHIPS & THE INNER BEING The other is a mirror of our own face; the other is ... SWAMI DHYAN GITEN Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright seaweed<... MATTHEW ARNOLD The heart that gives thanks is a happy one, for we cannot feel thankful and unhappy at the same time... DOUGLAS WOOD Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, for ever blest, since here did lie and here with li... J.R.R. TOLKIEN We have teeth and we have tails We have tails we have eyes We were here before you fell NEIL GAIMAN How we stop the black panthers? Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that? What Gi... KANYE WEST We are broken. Our ways are apart. Still we laugh together and taunt. We fight and get hur... IRFA ADAM Nachkland - Roland Leighton Down the long white road we walked together Down between... ROLAND LEIGHTON On Ponkawtasset, since, we took our way, Down this still stream we took our meadowy way, A... HENRY DAVID THOREAU I don’t know why everyone is still trying to find out whether heaven and hell exist. KAMAND KOJOURI There are three lessons I would write- Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of... FRIEDRICH SCHILLER I saw a huge steam roller, It blotted out the sun. The people all lay down, lay down; KURT VONNEGUT JR. Failing and Flying" Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when lo... JACK GILBERT Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful... GEORGE ORWELL When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He jus... LANG LEAV and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we ... AUDRE LORDE We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sk... FREDERIC MANNING I AM CONVINCED I am convinced That if all mankind Could only gather together LEONARD NIMOY Fell in love first, Fell in love quickly—Like I was pushed. Fell in love next, Fell... KAMAND KOJOURI I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouth... CLEMENTINE VON RADICS We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is ... JOSEPH CAMPBELL AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That ... ERNEST DOWSON
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