Poetry
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Lemn Sissay
If there was ever oneWhom when you were sleepingWould wipe your tearsWhen in dreams you were weeping;Who would offer you timeWhen others demand;Whose love lay more infiniteThan grains of sand. If there was ever oneTo whom you could cry;Who would… Read More »
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Robert Burns
She asked why wedding rings are made of gold;I ventured this to instruct her;Why, madam, love and lightning are the same,On earth they glance, from Heaven they came.Love is the soul’s electric flame,And gold its best conductor. Read More »
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Jackie Kaye
Whether the weather be dreich or fair, my luve, if guid times greet us, or we hae tae face the worst, ahint and afore whit will happen tae us: blind in the present, eyes open to the furore, unkempt or… Read More »
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Daniel Thompson
Wherever we goWhatever we doWhenever there’s meI hope that there’s you. Now Money is Funny, it can make people odd.You forget to be happy, and you live for your jobAnd fashion, is a passion, beset with a flawYou can dress… Read More »
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John Gardiner Brainard
I saw two clouds at morning,Tinged by the rising sun,And in the dawn they floated on,And mingled into one;I thought that morning cloud was blest,It moved so sweetly to the west. I saw two summer currentsFlow smoothly to their meeting,And… Read More »
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Author Unknown
The meaning of true love isn’t found in a book Or explained in a word or a phrase. It can’t be defined in a casual thought Or explained in the simplest of ways. Love gives only itself, it does not… Read More »
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Rupi Kaur
what is it with you and sunflowers he asksi point to the field of yellow outsidesunflowers worship the sun i tell himonly when it arrives do they risewhen the sun leavesthey bow their heads in mourningthat is what the sun… Read More »
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Frank O'Hara
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonneor being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelonapartly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastianpartly because of… Read More »
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of the carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love… Read More »
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A B Banjo Paterson
Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey And my cheeks shall have lost their hue? When the charms of youth shall have passed away, Will your love as of old prove true? For the looks may change,… Read More »
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William Jay Smith
Now touch the air softly, step gently, one, two … I’ll love you ’til roses are robin’s egg blue; I’ll love you ’til gravel is eaten for bread, And lemons are orange, and lavender’s red. Now touch the air softly,… Read More »
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Yrsa Daley-Ward
It is not a five star stay. It is not compliments and it is never ever flattery. It is solid. Not sweet but always nutritious Always herb, always salt. Sometimes grit. It is now and till the end. It is… Read More »