Poem - To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley

To a Skylark:

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
                Bird thou never wert,
         That from Heaven, or near it,
                Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

         Higher still and higher
                From the earth thou springest
         Like a cloud of fire;
                The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

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Poem - Life,Paul,Poetry by Patricia Tsouros

Life, Paul, Poetry:

I felt my world unfolding

So confused

What was true?

What was right?

It was like a tsunami

Ripped through my life

I was drowning from the destruction

I found the way to save myself

I found the rock, the branch, to cling onto

To pull myself away

From the Ghost of the relationship

From the debris of

Pain

Poetry - I will not let go

My freedom to write about

Life with Paul

The life that nearly ended mine

Beyond Sunset and Sunrise this

Is a fight I will never give up?

Poem - Trees by Joyce Kilmer

Trees:

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Poem - I am by John Clare

I am:

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.

Poem - John McCrae

Anarchy:

I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.

And speaking, fell before that brutish race
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear,
While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer.

"Speak not of God! In centuries that word
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we."
And God stretched forth his finger as He heard
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea.

ترجمه فارسی شعر Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

ترجمه فارسی شعر Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

Persian Translation of Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day by William Shakespeare

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Persian Literatrue

چه غریب ماندی ای دل ! نه غمی ،نه غمگساری
نه به انتظار یاری ، نه ز یار انتظاری
غم اگر به کوه گویم بگریزد و بریزد
که دگر بدین گرانی نتوان کشید باری
چه چراغ چشم دارد از شبان و روزان

که به هفت آسمانش نه ستاره ای ست باری

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Persian Literatrue

از منزل کفر تا به دین یک قدم است
وز عالم شک تا یقین یک نفس است
این یک نفس عزیز را خوش میدار
کز حاصل عمر ما همین یک نفس است

Persian Literatrue

افسوس که صاحب نفسی پیدا نیست
فریاد که فریادرسی پیدا نیست
بس لابه نمودیم و کس آواز نداد
پیداست که در خانه کسی پیدا نیست

Poem - Thinking About Mother By Terrie L. Sherman

Thinking About Mother:

Within these walls this prison
My mind and thoughts run free.
I think of mom and days gone by
And of what she meant to me.
I wonder how life would have been

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Poem - My nosegays are for captives By Emily Dickinson

My nosegays are for captives:

My nosegays are for captives;   
  Dim, long-expectant eyes,   
Fingers denied the plucking,   
  Patient till paradise

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Poem - I Remember By Jerry Krause Sr

I Remember:

I remember a time in youth
Brothers, best friends, together always.
Fishing, and baseball, - oh those were the days.

I remember, together as teens
The fighting and arguing and all in between
The laughing and joking till tears filled our eyes.

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Poem - Softened by Time’s consummate plush By Emily Dickinson

Softened by Time’s consummate plush:

Softened by Time’s consummate plush,   
  How sleek the woe appears   
That threatened childhood’s citadel   
  And undermined the years!  

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Poem - One day is there of the series By Emily Dickinson

One day is there of the series:

One day is there of the series   
  Termed Thanksgiving day,   
Celebrated part at table,   
  Part in memory. 

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Poem - I stepped from plank to plank By Emily Dickinson

I stepped from plank to plank:

I stepped from plank to plank   
  So slow and cautiously;   
The stars about my head I felt,   
  About my feet the sea.

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Poem - Is bliss, then, such abyss By Emily Dickinson

Is bliss, then, such abyss:

Is bliss, then, such abyss   
I must not put my foot amiss   
For fear I spoil my shoe?

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Poem - Family Circle By Melissa G. Nicks

Family Circle:

When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm two
"Look, daddy, I can tie my shoe!"

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Poem - Ode To Motherhood By Faith E. Pilato

Ode To Motherhood:

They say the child chooses
the parent before
they are conceived

God gave me lists
of mother's names
and pictures of them too.

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark

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Poem - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
    A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
    Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
    Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
    Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
    Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

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Poem - Metaphors By Sylvia Plath

Metaphors:

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

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Poem - I Am Yours To Keep By Mike

I Am Yours To Keep:

You are a princess in my heart,
and I care for you so much.
I love the fondness in you eyes and your tender little touch.

I looked at you when you were born,
and knew then straight away,
that I would be forever here
to watch you grow and play.

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Poem - When we two parted By Lord Byron

When we two parted:

When we two parted     
  In silence and tears,     
Half broken-hearted     
  To sever for years,     
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,  5
  Colder thy kiss;     
Truly that hour foretold     
  Sorrow to this. 

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Poem - To Our Ellis By Pamela A. Snow

To Our Ellis:

How does a loving mother, explain
Heaven to her dying child?
Please give me the words, O Lord, and
let me say them with a smile...
There is a place called Heaven, Son,
beyond the skies above,
It is the place where GOD is watching,
His Heart so full of Love.

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Poem - Frost at Midnight By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Frost at Midnight:

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings: save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood,
This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood,
With all the numberless goings-on of life,
Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame
Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not;
Only that film, which fluttered on the grate

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Poem - A modest lot, a fame petite By Emily Dickinson

A modest lot, a fame petite:

A modest lot, a fame petite,   
A brief campaign of sting and sweet   
  Is plenty! Is enough!   
A sailor’s business is the shore,   
  A soldier’s—balls. Who asketh more            5
Must seek the neighboring life!

Poem - Miss You So By Vivien Hodgkinson

Miss You So:

Today I gave you roses
I gave you thirty three,
one red rose for every year
that you shared with me.
as I placed them on your grave
my tears fell silently

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Poem - You cannot put a fire out By Emily Dickinson

You cannot put a fire out:

You cannot put a fire out;   
  A thing that can ignite   
Can go, itself, without a fan   
  Upon the slowest night. 

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Poem - Ulysses By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ulysses:

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

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Poem - It might be easier By Emily Dickinson

It might be easier:

It might be easier   
  To fail with land in sight,   
Than gain my blue peninsula   
  To perish of delight.