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Without You. Without You

The blue skies don’t feel so blue The daisies have lost their hue The wise words don’t seem so true Without you, without you The green fields don’t feel so green I’m staring at an empty screen Everything’s lost in between Without you, without you The yellow sun is not the same If I don’t…
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Advice To A Son

Never trust a white man, Never kill a Jew, Never sign a contract, Never rent a pew. Don’t enlist in armies; Nor marry many wives; Never write for magazines; Never scratch your hives. Always put paper on the seat, Don’t believe in wars, Keep yourself both clean and neat, Never marry whores. Never pay a…
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Your love is scorching

  Your love is scorching – Victor Eshameh I hear say you are waiting to die before you tell me you love me. I hear say you are waiting for me to die before you say you care for me. Could it be that I’ve wasted my lifetime thinking about you? Could it be that…
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A Word To Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up Also See: Best Sellers in Kitchen and Dinning A Word To Husbands was written by Ogden Nash

The Oxen (Christmas Poetry)

The Christmas poem “the oxen” portrays the environment during the Christmas eve period. It tells us about the anxiety of 12 am on Christmas eve. This is Christmas poem is a must shared with family and friends. Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as…
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On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity (Christmas Poetry)

This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav’n’s eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. That…
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Abiku (By J.P Clark)

Coming and going these several seasons, Do stay out on the baobab tree, Follow where you please your kindred spirits If indoors is not enough for you. True, it leaks through the thatch Where floods brim the banks, And the bats and the owls Often tear in at night through the eaves, And at harmattan,…
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Dad, what’s it like in heaven?

I think that heaven must be grateful,
To have you there each day,
To bring your easy laughter. And your silly sense of play. Click to continue reading

I am mad for your body

  I’m mad for your body – Victor Eshameh Trapped. Each day I long to be near To hold, press, squish and suck You desperately I know this is madness But it’s not about my state of health Your body has trapped me. Enchanted. I can’t think of a thing If it is not the…
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Unleashing the venom

Unleashing the venom I only need a pass To tramp lightly on your behind Turn you over and over with a glimpse Butter you up for breakfast now and later. Only if you will permit me To unleash the desire locked up Will you break the chains? And expect cuddling fair and square. By leaps…
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Broken Record

Love is not worth fighting for; She said.
If your heart has been broken; Why not save your body from bruises.

Young CEO

I’m just a young man;
Drastically getting older;
With a lot of skills and experience;
From childhood till date;
I can’t let go of my dreams


Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with…
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Sylvia Plath’s Poems

Plath’s poetry is often associated with the Confessional movement, and compared to the work of poets such as Lowell and fellow student Anne Sexton. Often, her work is singled out for the intense coupling of its violent or disturbed imagery and its playful use of alliteration and rhyme. At the age of eleven Sylvia Plath…
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DREAMS – An Irish Poem

Beyond, beyond the mountain line, The grey-stone and the boulder, Beyond the growth of dark green pine, That crowns its western shoulder, There lies that fairy-land of mine, Unseen of a beholder. Its fruits are all like rubies rare; Its streams are clear as glasses; There golden castles hang in air, And purple grapes in…
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A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty By Ogden Nash

Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight Is old and gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty. Shining like the morning star, Like the twilight shining, Haunted by a calendar, Miranda is a-pining. Silly girl,…
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My Lost Youth By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And…
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If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking By Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking By Emily Dickinson

A Farewell By Alfred Tennyson

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine alder tree…
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My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun By William Shakespeare

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And…
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The Stick-Together Families By Edgar Guest

The stick-together families are happier by far Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are. The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break. And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun Are the little family gatherings…
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My November Guest By Robert Frost

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away,…
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Life Is Fine By Langston Hughes

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn’t a-been so cold I might’ve sunk and died. But it was      Cold in…
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The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy…
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All The World’s A Stage By William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining…
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Mother, A Cradle To Hold Me By Maya Angelou

It is true I was created in you. It is also true That you were created for me. I owned your voice. It was shaped and tuned to soothe me. Your arms were molded Into a cradle to hold me, to rock me. The scent of your body was the air Perfumed for me to…
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Let My Mother Sing

Having clawed my way Through a thorny garden Of few fruits and plucked the sweetest From a dry tree that detests a stormy weather Who will hinder my mother from singing? Who? Who? Who? Having waddled my way Through a thick forest Of wild animal and squeezed a gallon of milk From the flat breasts…
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No Coffin, No Grave

He was buried without a coffin without a grave the scavengers performed the post mortem in the open mortuary without rifles put up in front of the night club shuttering rifles put up the gun salute of the day that was a state burial anyway the car knelt the red plate wept, wrapped itself in…
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Won’t you miss me when you are gone

Love sometimes isn’t definite. Often I wonder how someone you love with all ur heart become someone you don’t ever want to see again. Well, they say nothing in life lasts forever. Read this poetry…

If By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being…
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