The Rainbow
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier than these.
Famous Short Poems - Page 2
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This is a very awesome poem. Its words are carefully chosen, portraying exquisite beauty.
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Fire And Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.Featured Shared StoryRobert Frost is a poet of great repute. It is not within our jurisdiction to comment on such a literary giant. However, in view of your invitation, I would say that he might have been in...
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A Time To Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,Featured Shared StoryExcellent! The case almost unattended in today's crazily hasty waste of morality and spirituality in favor of modernity! A nice moral lesson for those entrapped in the network of virtual...
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A Riddle
There is one that has a head without an eye,
And there's one that has an eye without a head.
You may find the answer if you try;
And when all is said,Featured Shared StoryPins and needles
Try this:
The beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.
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What Are Heavy?
What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow;
What are brief? Today and tomorrow;
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep? The ocean and truth.Featured Shared StoryIt’s pure perfection, this poem. It couldn't have been said any better and yet be any more poetic and precise. Beautiful.
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Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
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I Shall Not Care
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care. -
Harlem
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
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Still Here
I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,Featured Shared StoryThis poem was in a textbook of mine from the sixth grade. As a child, it resonated with me. It inspired me to write poetry. As a child, educated by white folk, I had no idea who Langston...
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The Kiss
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.Featured Shared StoryYes! Been there! It kinda takes away from the romance. It might be best to keep trying to fly south.
Jac Judy A Campbell
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