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Post by toots on Mar 2, 2024 18:32:09 GMT
Acquired from another forum.
The last word in the poem must be in the following poem
e.g.
The More Loving One - W.H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
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Post by toots on Mar 2, 2024 18:33:11 GMT
First time For A Long Time - Mark Heathcoat
Eyes rent for rain and wine.
Look to the divine
Wishing to swim again
Imploring that, that water doesn't pass-over-
Above the shoulder
Praying to die just a little bit older
Although every day is a heavy boulder
Fingernails grip - until they bleed
Wondering just-how others succeed.
How do I plumb this hole in my sky?
Eyes rent for rain and wine.
Look to the divine
Wishing to swim again
But it's only Thursday,
And the weekend is yet to begin.
And all I want to do is drown.
And find myself homeless-
And partially undress indigenous learning to cry once again.
Eyes rent for rain and wine.
Looking for the divine
Waking up sober and for the first time in a long time fine.
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Post by althea on Mar 3, 2024 15:34:23 GMT
Time by me.
Time is my enemy
it once was my friend
But while you are not here
The days never end
Restless and listless
each dreary day
I must continue
and wish my life away.
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Post by toots on Mar 3, 2024 21:40:21 GMT
Library Book
I got it from the library.
It's mine for two whole weeks.
It's tucked inside my bookbag but I keep sneaking peeks at it to check that it's still there.
I cannot wait to get it home to crawl up in my chair with mom. She'll let me open it.
I'll turn pages when it's time.
Her voice will fill our little room each word a tiny story chime until we feel so far away and silver starlight fills the sky.
Only then will we come home
My mother, book, and I.
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Post by althea on Mar 4, 2024 17:05:41 GMT
I pressed a flower
To try to keep the moment.
I tried to hold it and preserve it
exactly as it was when I first saw it.
When I inspected the flower later,
I found it had lost it's fragrance and vitality.
It's colour had faded,
It was dry and brittle.
It was not what I had tried to capture.
The past can not be kept that way.
That moment has gone forever.
By Me.
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Post by toots on Mar 4, 2024 20:34:49 GMT
Sympathy by Emily Bronte
There should be no despair for you While nightly stars are burning, While evening pours its silent dew And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair - though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart forever?
They weep - you weep - it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing, And Winter sheds his grief in snow Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted, Then journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!
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Post by toots on Mar 4, 2024 20:35:50 GMT
Sympathy by Emily Bronte
There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair - though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart forever?
They weep - you weep - it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And Winter sheds his grief in snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet these revive, and from their fate
……….
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Post by althea on Mar 15, 2024 12:58:01 GMT
Half forgotten dreams by me.
Remote, like memories of winter's chill
In these simmering summer days
Those thoughts are with me still
Yet, suspended in a haze.
Sometimes I almost reach them
In the stillness of the night
Then they melt away so quickly
With the coming of the light.
And, as I sit and cry
I start to wonder why
When Fate threw the dice
She gave me a glimpse of Paradise.
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Post by toots on Mar 18, 2024 9:48:28 GMT
From Paradise: In A Dream Poem by Christina Rossetti
Once in a dream I saw the flowers
That bud and bloom in Paradise;
More fair they are than waking eyes
Have seen in all this world of ours.
And faint the perfume-bearing rose,
And faint the lily on its stem,
And faint the perfect violet
Compared with them.
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