Poems and Couplets

2021-09-22 18:20:38 Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti The House of Life

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2021-09-21 18:21:07 I know the place
I know the place.
It is true.
Everything we do
Corrects the space
Between death and me
And you.

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Harold Pinter

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2021-09-12 06:20:37 Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

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robert m drake

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2021-09-11 18:20:39 In this world
We walk on the roof of hell
Gazing at flowers

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Kobayashi Issa

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2021-09-11 13:36:58 Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess
When did you feel your
most euphoric kiss?
Was I the source
of your greatest bliss?

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Roman Payne

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2021-09-11 10:20:41 Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.

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Pablo Neruda

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2021-09-09 13:20:44 Rhythm
must
have meaning.

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Ezra Pound

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2021-09-08 18:20:32 sometimes i don't know, which moment
which cool gust of wind will come,
and enchant me
tousling my hair
and my heart,
stirring...that familiar ache of poetry,
which drop will kiss
the old wrench in my soul
reminding me, all over again
i miss you better in the rain.

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Sanober Khan A Thousand Flamingos

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2021-09-08 13:20:36 I will love you with too many commas,
but never any asterisks.

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Sarah Kay No Matter the Wreckage

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2021-09-08 10:20:32 Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Lewis Carroll

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