Remember me when I am dead
and simplify me when I'm dead.
Tags: poetry loss death mourning poem grief memories remembering
With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.
Roman PayneTags: life poetry work despair decisions hope poem travel choices poems aloneness hope-and-despair seaport
Twas the night before Thanksgiving.
All the food's in the oven.
And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.
Tags: poetry food poem thanksgiving masturbation
The mind-is not the heart.
I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind-
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart.
You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
Little fish rain from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.
(Refrain)
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking for the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes --
at Kafka on the shore
Tags: poem
ما دستخوش سبحه و زنار نگشتيم
در حلقه ى تقليد گرفتار نگشتيم
خود را به سراپرده ى خورشيد رسانديم
چون شبنم گل، بار به گلزار نگشتيم
در دامن خود پاى فشرديم چو مركز
گرد سر هر نقطه چو پرگار نگشتيم
چون خشت نهاديم به پاى خم مى سر
بر دوش كسى همچو سبو بار نگشتيم
ما را به زر قلب خريدند ز اخوان
بر قافله از قيمت كم، بار نگشتيم
چون يوسف تهمت زده، از پاكى دامن
در چشم عزيزان جهان، خوار نگشتيم
صد شكر كه با صد دهن شكوه درين بزم
شرمنده ى بيتابى اظهار نگشتيم
افسوس كه چون نخل خزان ديده درين باغ
دستى نفشانديم و سبكبار نگشتيم
فرياد كه سوهان سبكدست حواد
شد ساده ز دندانه و هموار نگشتيم
صائب مدد خلق نموديم به همت
درظاهر اگر مالك دينار نگشتيم
Tags: poem
Impatience kills quickly.
Katerina Stoykova KlemerTags: poetry poem impatience short-poem
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Tags: acceptance poetry loss death mourning poem grief resignation resistance
A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.” What do you think?
Santosh KalwarTags: inspirational love romance poem
TO what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Tags: life poetry beauty poem seasons april spring poems
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