category_1_x_poem.id,category_1.id,category_1.ts,category_1.title,poem.id,poem.ts,poem.title,poem.content,poem.author
1,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,1,"2018-02-27 03:32:30","Alone poem","Lying, thinkingLast nightHow to find my soul a homeWhere water is not thirstyAnd bread loaf is not stoneI came up with one thingAnd I don't believe I'm wrongThat nobody,But nobodyCan make it out here alone.Alone, all aloneNobody, but nobodyCan make it out here alone.There are some millionairesWith money they can't useTheir wives run round like bansheesTheir children sing the bluesThey've got expensive doctorsTo cure their hearts of stone.But nobodyNo, nobodyCan make it out here alone.Alone, all aloneNobody, but nobodyCan make it out here alone.Now if you listen closelyI'll tell you what I knowStorm clouds are gatheringThe wind is gonna blowThe race of man is sufferingAnd I can hear the moan,'Cause nobody,But nobodyCan make it out here alone.Alone, all aloneNobody, but nobodyCan make it out here alone.","Maya Angelou"
2,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,2,"2018-02-27 03:32:35","Alone With Everybody poem","the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. Anonymous submission.","Charles Bukowski"
3,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,3,"2018-02-27 03:32:40","Alone And Drinking Under The Moon poem","Amongst the flowers Iam alone with my pot of winedrinking by myself; then liftingmy cup I asked the moonto drink with me, its reflectionand mine in the wine cup, justthe three of us; then I sighfor the moon cannot drink,and my shadow goes emptily alongwith me never saying a word;with no other friends here, I canbut use these two for company;in the time of happiness, Itoo must be happy with allaround me; I sit and singand it is as if the moonaccompanies me; then if Idance, it is my shadow thatdances along with me; whilestill not drunk, I am gladto make the moon and my shadowinto friends, but then whenI have drunk too much, weall part; yet these arefriends I can always count onthese who have no emotionwhatsoever; I hope that one daywe three will meet again,deep in the Milky Way.","Li Po"
4,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,4,"2018-02-27 03:32:43","Alone Looking At The Mountain poem","All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.We never tire of looking at each other -Only the mountain and I.","Li Po"
5,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,5,"2018-02-27 03:32:45","Drinking Alone poem","I take my wine jug out among the flowersto drink alone, without friends.I raise my cup to entice the moon.That, and my shadow, makes us three.But the moon doesn't drink,and my shadow silently follows.I will travel with moon and shadow,happy to the end of spring.When I sing, the moon dances.When I dance, my shadow dances, too.We share life's joys when sober.Drunk, each goes a separate way.Constant friends, although we wander,we'll meet again in the Milky Way. Li T'ai-po tr. Hamil","Li Po"
6,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6,"2018-02-27 03:32:47","Alone poem","I am alone, in spite of love,In spite of all I take and give—In spite of all your tenderness,Sometimes I am not glad to live.I am alone, as though I stoodOn the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow,Above me, endless space unfurled;With earth hidden and heaven hidden,And only my own spirit's prideTo keep me from the peace of thoseWho are not lonely, having died.","Sara Teasdale"
7,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,7,"2018-02-27 03:32:52","Gentleman Alone poem","The young maricones and the horny muchachas,The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,The young wives thirty hours' pregnant,And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,Like a collar of palpitating sexual oystersSurround my solitary home,Enemies of my soul,Conspirators in pajamasWho exchange deep kisses for passwords.Radiant summer brings out the loversIn melancholy regiments,Fat and thin and happy and sad couples;Under the elegant coconut palms, near the ocean and moon,There is a continual life of pants and panties,A hum from the fondling of silk stockings,And women's breasts that glisten like eyes.The salary man, after a while,After the week's tedium, and the novels read in bed at night,Has decisively fucked his neighbor,And now takes her to the miserable movies,Where the heroes are horses or passionate princes,And he caresses her legs covered with sweet downWith his ardent and sweaty palms that smell like cigarettes.The night of the hunter and the night of the husbandCome together like bed sheets and bury me,And the hours after lunch, when the students and priests are masturbating,And the animals mount each other openly,And the bees smell of blood, and the flies buzz cholerically,And cousins play strange games with cousins,And doctors glower at the husband of the young patient,And the early morning in which the professor, without a thought,Pays his conjugal debt and eats breakfast,And to top it all off, the adulterers, who love each other trulyOn beds big and tall as ships:So, eternally,This twisted and breathing forest crushes meWith gigantic flowers like mouth and teethAnd black roots like fingernails and shoes.Translated by Mike Topp","Pablo Neruda"
8,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,8,"2018-02-27 03:32:55","Alone poem","In contact, lo! the flint and steel, By sharp and flame, the thought reveal That he the metal, she the stone, Had cherished secretly alone.","Ambrose Bierce"
9,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,9,"2018-02-27 03:33:00","Alone In The Woods poem","Alone in the woods I feltThe bitter hostility of the sky and the treesNature has taught her creatures to hateMan that fusses and fumesUnquiet manAs the sap rises in the treesAs the sap paints the trees a violent greenSo rises the wrath of Nature's creaturesAt manSo paints the face of Nature a violent green.Nature is sick at manSick at his fuss and fumeSick at his agoniesSick at his gaudy mindThat drives his bodyEver more quicklyMore and moreIn the wrong direction.","Stevie Smith"
10,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,10,"2018-02-27 03:33:06","Alone poem","The noon's greygolden meshes makeAll night a veil,The shorelamps in the sleeping lakeLaburnum tendrils trail. The sly reeds whisper to the nightA name-- her name-And all my soul is a delight,A swoon of shame.","James Joyce"
11,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,11,"2018-02-27 03:33:08","I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet N.. poem","I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enoughto truly consecrate the hour.I am much too small in this world, yet not small enoughto be to you just object and thing, dark and smart.I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action;and want during times that beg questions, where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone.I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too oldto uphold your weighty wavering reflection. I want to unfold.Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue. I want my conscience to be true before you;want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like a new word I learned and embraced, like the everday jug, like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.","Rainer Maria Rilke"
12,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,12,"2018-02-27 03:33:12","So Alone! poem","So alone in my bedAlone listening to nightly whispersAlone in my thoughtsAlone standing in courtAlone I stand and fight Alone I pray for rainbow lightsAlone in the morning I awakeAlone I celebrate my joysAlone I cry out my sadnessAlone I voice out my fearsAlone in strenghtAlone in wealthAlone in good healthAlone I try to understandAlone I seek knowledgeAlone I share what is mineAlone I try not to be aloneAlone when my time has come, I pass away","Sylvia Chidi"
13,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,13,"2018-02-27 03:33:16","Alone poem","I’ve listened: and all the sounds I heard Were music,—wind, and stream, and bird. With youth who sang from hill to hill I’ve listened: my heart is hungry still. I’ve looked: the morning world was green;Bright roofs and towers of town I’ve seen; And stars, wheeling through wingless night. I’ve looked: and my soul yet longs for light. I’ve thought: but in my sense survives Only the impulse of those livesThat were my making. Hear me say ‘I’ve thought!’—and darkness hides my day.","Siegfried Sassoon"
14,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,14,"2018-02-27 03:33:21","Eating Alone poem","I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and old. What is left of the day flames in the maples at the corner of my eye. I turn, a cardinal vanishes. By the cellar door, I wash the onions, then drink from the icy metal spigot. Once, years back, I walked beside my father among the windfall pears. I can't recall our words. We may have strolled in silence. But I still see him bend that way-left hand braced on knee, creaky-to lift and hold to my eye a rotten pear. In it, a hornet spun crazily, glazed in slow, glistening juice. It was my father I saw this morning waving to me from the trees. I almost called to him, until I came close enough to see the shovel, leaning where I had left it, in the flickering, deep green shade. White rice steaming, almost done. Sweet green peas fried in onions. Shrimp braised in sesame oil and garlic. And my own loneliness. What more could I, a young man, want.","Li-Young Lee"
15,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,15,"2018-02-27 03:33:27","Alone On Sea poem","Alone i lay on a wooden raftAlone i stay in the dark Alone i pray to survive Alone i may not surviveAlone i look out the seaAlone i wake up on the sea Alone i seek out for help Alone i may not survive Alone i eat my dry food Alone i drink the salty water Alone i sit in the cold Alone i may not surviveAlone, yes, alone i stare at the stormAlone, yes, alone i live on the seaAlone, yes, alone i wait for the rescue boat Alone, yes, alone i may not surviveAlone, yes, alone i pray to be safe Alone, yes, alone i call out for help Alone, yes, alone i get on the boatAlone, yes, alone i was rescuedAlone, yes, alone i lived on sea for monthsAlone, yes, alone i walk ashore unaidedAlone, yes, alone i continue to hold the Guinness World Record for survival at sea","Allenika ..."
16,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,16,"2018-02-27 03:33:30","Alone poem","The abode of the nightingale is bare,Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,The fox howls from his frozen lair:Alas, my loved one is gone,I am alone:It is winter.Once the pink cast a winy smell,The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell,Light in effulgence of beauty fell:I am alone:It is winter.My candle a silent fire doth shed,Starry Orion hunts o'erhead;Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead:Alas, my loved one is gone,I am alone;It is winter.","Walter de la Mare"
17,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,17,"2018-02-27 03:33:36","Euclid Alone poem","Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, When first the shaft into his vision shone Of light anatomized! Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.","Edna St. Vincent Millay"
18,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,18,"2018-02-27 03:33:42","Alone, I Cannot Be poem","298Alone, I cannot be—For Hosts—do visit me—Recordless Company—Who baffle Key—They have no Robes, nor Names—No Almanacs—nor Climes—But general HomesLike Gnomes—Their Coming, may be knownBy Couriers within—Their going—is not—For they've never gone—","Emily Dickinson"
19,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,19,"2018-02-27 03:33:44","I Thought I Was Not Alone poem","I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore, But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore, As I lean and look through the glimmering light--that one has utterly disappeared, And those appear that perplex me.","Walt Whitman"
20,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,20,"2018-02-27 03:33:47","Man Alone poem","It is yourself you seekIn a long rage,Scanning through light and darknessMirrors, the page,Where should reflected beThose eyes and that thick hair,That passionate look, that laughter.You should appearWithin the book, or doubled,Freed, in the silvered glass;Into all other bodiesYourself should pass.The glass does not dissolve;Like walls the mirrors stand;The printed page gives backWords by another hand.And your infatuate eyeMeets not itself below;Strangers lie in your armsAs I lie now.","Louise Bogan"
21,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,21,"2018-02-27 03:33:51","When I Walk Alone....... poem","When I walk alone, I think of you my loveWhen I walk alone, I walk with broken heartWhen I walk alone, I walk with sadnessWhen I walk alone, I walk with my silent tearsWhen I walk alone, I walk with my sorrowWhen I walk alone, I walk with my sad memoriesWhen I walk alone, I walk with my shattered dreamWhen I walk alone, I walk with my hands lifelessLove never walk alone but you made me walk aloneYou promised me that you will walk with me foreverbut you made me walk alone with my tears foreverWhen the heaven stolen you from me yesterdayAll your promises are gone with the windToday, You made me walk alone with out you my loveand I promise you, I will walk alone till my journey ends","Ravi Sathasivam"
22,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,22,"2018-02-27 03:33:55","Alone poem","Alone I drift away, Alone I walk a thousand miles, Alone I fall asleep, Alone I stare at the sky, Alone I sit under a tree, Alone I cry.Alone I dream of you, Alone I hope and pray, to God who is oh so merciful and powerfulto let me find my way.Alone I drift away, Alone I live today, and alone I'll die someday.","Angela R. M. Ferrer"
23,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,23,"2018-02-27 03:33:59","06. Haiku - Alone poem","lonelinesshis childhoodwarms him uplonelinesshe warms up tohis childhoodlonelinesschildhoodhis heavenlonelinesshis childhooda repository of warmthmeditationmy heart ona sea of sublimityso lonelya poem helps fill outthe emptinessloneinessthe worlda graveyard so lonelyi cheer up myselfwriting a poem about lonelinessso lonelyi write a poem to fill outthe emptiness","john tiong chunghoo"
24,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,24,"2018-02-27 03:34:01","Let Them Alone poem","If God has been good enough to give you a poetThen listen to him. But for God's sake let him alone until he is dead; no prizes, no ceremony,They kill the man. A poet is one who listensTo nature and his own heart; and if the noise of the world grows up around him, and if he is tough enough,He can shake off his enemies, but not his friends.That is what withered Wordsworth and muffled Tennyson, and would have killed Keats; that is what makesHemingway play the fool and Faulkner forget his art.","Robinson Jeffers"
25,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,25,"2018-02-27 03:34:06","Alone In Crowds To Wander On poem","Alone in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, where'er we roved -- This, this the doom must be Of all who've loved, and loved to see The few bright things they thought would stay For ever near them, die away. Though fairer forms around us throng, Their smiles to others all belong, And want that charm which dwells alone Round those the fond heart calls its own, Where, where the sunny brow? The long-known voice -- where are they now? Thus ask I still, nor ask in vain, The silence answers all too plain. Oh, what is Fancy's magic worth, If all her art cannot call forth One bliss like those we felt of old From lips now mute, and eyes now cold? No, no -- her spell in vain -- As soon could she bring back again Those eyes themselves from out the grave, As wake again one bliss they gave.","Thomas Moore"
26,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,26,"2018-02-27 03:34:08","As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores poem","AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom, gigantic, superb, with stern visage, accosted me; Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America-- chant me the carol of victory; And strike up the marches of Libertad--marches more powerful yet; And sing me before you go, the song of the throes of Democracy. (Democracy--the destin'd conqueror--yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere, And Death and infidelity at every step.) A Nation announcing itself, I myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, 10 I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my own forms. A breed whose proof is in time and deeds; What we are, we are--nativity is answer enough to objections; We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded, We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves, We are executive in ourselves--We are sufficient in the variety of ourselves, We are the most beautiful to ourselves, and in ourselves; We stand self-pois'd in the middle, branching thence over the world; From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to scorn. Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves, 20 Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or sinful in ourselves only. (O mother! O sisters dear! If we are lost, no victor else has destroy'd us; It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.) Have you thought there could be but a single Supreme? There can be any number of Supremes--One does not countervail another, any more than one eyesight countervails another, or one life countervails another. All is eligible to all, All is for individuals--All is for you, No condition is prohibited--not God's, or any. All comes by the body--only health puts you rapport with the universe. 30 Produce great persons, the rest follows. America isolated I sing; I say that works made here in the spirit of other lands, are so much poison in The States. (How dare such insects as we see assume to write poems for America? For our victorious armies, and the offspring following the armies?) Piety and conformity to them that like! Peace, obesity, allegiance, to them that like! I am he who tauntingly compels men, women, nations, Crying, Leap from your seats, and contend for your lives! I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every one I meet; 40 Who are you, that wanted only to be told what you knew before? Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense? (With pangs and cries, as thine own, O bearer of many children! These clamors wild, to a race of pride I give.) O lands! would you be freer than all that has ever been before? If you would be freer than all that has been before, come listen to me. Fear grace--Fear elegance, civilization, delicatesse, Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey-juice; Beware the advancing mortal ripening of nature, Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states and men. 50 Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating undirected materials, America brings builders, and brings its own styles. The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their work, and pass'd to other spheres, A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done. America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all hazards, Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound--initiates the true use of precedents, Does not repel them, or the past, or what they have produced under their forms, Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne from the house, Perceives that it waits a little while in the door--that it was fittest for its days, That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir who approaches, 60 And that he shall be fittest for his days. Any period, one nation must lead, One land must be the promise and reliance of the future. These States are the amplest poem, Here is not merely a nation, but a teeming nation of nations, Here the doings of men correspond with the broadcast doings of the day and night, Here is what moves in magnificent masses, careless of particulars, Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combativeness, the Soul loves, Here the flowing trains--here the crowds, equality, diversity, the Soul loves. Land of lands, and bards to corroborate! 70 Of them, standing among them, one lifts to the light his west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd, both mother's and father's, His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees, Built of the common stock, having room for far and near, Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land, Attracting it Body and Soul to himself, hanging on its neck with incomparable love, Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits, Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him, Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him, Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes--Columbia, Niagara, Hudson, spending themselves lovingly in him, 80 If the Atlantic coast stretch, or the Pacific coast stretch, he stretching with them north or south, Spanning between them, east and west, and touching whatever is between them, Growths growing from him to offset the growth of pine, cedar, hemlock, live-oak, locust, chestnut, hickory, cottonwood, orange, magnolia, Tangles as tangled in him as any cane-brake or swamp, He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests coated with northern transparent ice, Off him pasturage, sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prairie, Through him flights, whirls, screams, answering those of the fish- hawk, mocking-bird, night-heron, and eagle; His spirit surrounding his country's spirit, unclosed to good and evil, Surrounding the essences of real things, old times and present times, Surrounding just found shores, islands, tribes of red aborigines, 90 Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, embryo stature and muscle, The haughty defiance of the Year 1--war, peace, the formation of the Constitution, The separate States, the simple, elastic scheme, the immigrants, The Union, always swarming with blatherers, and always sure and impregnable, The unsurvey'd interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals, hunters, trappers; Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature, the gestation of new States, Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming up from the uttermost parts; Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially the young men, Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships--the gait they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors, The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and decision of their phrenology, 100 The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when wrong'd, The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity, good temper, and open-handedness--the whole composite make, The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large amativeness, The perfect equality of the female with the male, the fluid movement of the population, The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-digging, Wharf-hemm'd cities, railroad and steamboat lines, intersecting all points, Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the north-east, north-west, south-west, Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation life, Slavery--the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it upon the ruins of all the rest; On and on to the grapple with it--Assassin! then your life or ours be the stake--and respite no more. 110 (Lo! high toward heaven, this day, Libertad! from the conqueress' field return'd, I mark the new aureola around your head; No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce, With war's flames, and the lambent lightnings playing, And your port immovable where you stand; With still the inextinguishable glance, and the clench'd and lifted fist, And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner, utterly crush'd beneath you; The menacing, arrogant one, that strode and advanced with his senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife; --Lo! the wide swelling one, the braggart, that would yesterday do so much! 120 To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth! An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.) Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive, and ever keeps vista; Others adorn the past--but you, O days of the present, I adorn you! O days of the future, I believe in you! I isolate myself for your sake; O America, because you build for mankind, I build for you! O well-beloved stone-cutters! I lead them who plan with decision and science, I lead the present with friendly hand toward the future. Bravas to all impulses sending sane children to the next age! But damn that which spends itself, with no thought of the stain, pains, dismay, feebleness it is bequeathing. 130 I listened to the Phantom by Ontario's shore, I heard the voice arising, demanding bards; By them, all native and grand--by them alone can The States be fused into the compact organism of a Nation. To hold men together by paper and seal, or by compulsion, is no account; That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body, or the fibres of plants. Of all races and eras, These States, with veins full of poetical stuff, most need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest; Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall. (Soul of love, and tongue of fire! Eye to pierce the deepest deeps, and sweep the world! --Ah, mother! prolific and full in all besides--yet how long barren, barren?) 140 Of These States, the poet is the equable man, Not in him, but off from him, things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of their full returns, Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad, He bestows on every object or quality its fit proportion, neither more nor less, He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key, He is the equalizer of his age and land, He supplies what wants supplying--he checks what wants checking, In peace, out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, thrifty, building populous towns, encouraging agriculture, arts, commerce, lighting the study of man, the Soul, health, immortality, government; In war, he is the best backer of the war--he fetches artillery as good as the engineer's--he can make every word he speaks draw blood; The years straying toward infidelity, he withholds by his steady faith, 150 He is no argurer, he is judgment--(Nature accepts him absolutely;) He judges not as the judge judges, but as the sun falling round a helpless thing; As he sees the farthest, he has the most faith, His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things, In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent, He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement, He sees eternity in men and women--he does not see men and women as dreams or dots. For the great Idea, the idea of perfect and free individuals, For that idea the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders, The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign despots. 160 Without extinction is Liberty! without retrograde is Equality! They live in the feelings of young men, and the best women; Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been always ready to fall for Liberty. For the great Idea! That, O my brethren--that is the mission of Poets. Songs of stern defiance, ever ready, Songs of the rapid arming, and the march, The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead, the flag we know, Warlike flag of the great Idea. (Angry cloth I saw there leaping! 170 I stand again in leaden rain, your flapping folds saluting; I sing you over all, flying, beckoning through the fight--O the hard- contested fight! O the cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles! the hurtled balls scream! The battle-front forms amid the smoke--the volleys pour incessant from the line; Hark! the ringing word, Charge!--now the tussle, and the furious maddening yells; Now the corpses tumble curl'd upon the ground, Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you, Angry cloth I saw there leaping.) Are you he who would assume a place to teach, or be a poet here in The States? The place is august--the terms obdurate. 180 Who would assume to teach here, may well prepare himself, body and mind, He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden, make lithe, himself, He shall surely be question'd beforehand by me with many and stern questions. Who are you, indeed, who would talk or sing to America? Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men? Have you learn'd the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography, pride, freedom, friendship, of the land? its substratums and objects? Have you consider'd the organic compact of the first day of the first year of Independence, sign'd by the Commissioners, ratified by The States, and read by Washington at the head of the army? Have you possess'd yourself of the Federal Constitution? Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them, and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy? Are you faithful to things? do you teach as the land and sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, angers, teach? 190 Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities? Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, fierce contentions? are you very strong? are you really of the whole people? Are you not of some coterie? some school or mere religion? Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? animating now to life itself? Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of These States? Have you too the old, ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality? Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity; for the last-born? little and big? and for the errant? What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country? Is it not something that has been better told or done before? 200 Have you not imported this, or the spirit of it, in some ship? Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness? is the good old cause in it? Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, literats, of enemies' lands? Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here? Does it answer universal needs? will it improve manners? Does it sound, with trumpet-voice, the proud victory of the Union, in that secession war? Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside? Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air--to appear again in my strength, gait, face? Have real employments contributed to it? original makers--not mere amanuenses? Does it meet modern discoveries, calibers, facts face to face? 210 What does it mean to me? to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas? the planter, Yankee, Georgian, native, immigrant, sailors, squatters, old States, new States? Does it encompass all The States, and the unexceptional rights of all the men and women of the earth? (the genital impulse of These States;) Does it see behind the apparent custodians, the real custodians, standing, menacing, silent--the mechanics, Manhattanese, western men, southerners, significant alike in their apathy, and in the promptness of their love? Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally befallen, each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, alarmist, infidel, who has ever ask'd anything of America? What mocking and scornful negligence? The track strew'd with the dust of skeletons; By the roadside others disdainfully toss'd. Rhymes and rhymers pass away--poems distill'd from foreign poems pass away, The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes; Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soul of literature; 220 America justifies itself, give it time--no disguise can deceive it, or conceal from it--it is impassive enough, Only toward the likes of itself will it advance to meet them, If its poets appear, it will in due time advance to meet them--there is no fear of mistake, (The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferr'd, till his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorb'd it.) He masters whose spirit masters--he tastes sweetest who results sweetest in the long run; The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint; In the need of poems, philosophy, politics, manners, engineering, an appropriate native grand-opera, shipcraft, any craft, he or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original practical example. Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the streets, People's lips salute only doers, lovers, satisfiers, positive knowers; There will shortly be no more priests--I say their work is done, 230 Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual emergencies here, Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall be superb; Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with irresistible power; How dare you place anything before a man? Fall behind me, States! A man before all--myself, typical before all. Give me the pay I have served for! Give me to sing the song of the great Idea! take all the rest; I have loved the earth, sun, animals--I have despised riches, I have given alms to every one that ask'd, stood up for the stupid and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others, 240 I have hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and indulgence toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown, I have gone freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers of families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air--I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers, I have dismiss'd whatever insulted my own Soul or defiled my Body, I have claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd for others on the same terms, I have sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State; (In war of you, as well as peace, my suit is good, America--sadly I boast; Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd, to breathe his last; This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd, restored, To life recalling many a prostrate form:) 250 --I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of myself, I reject none, I permit all. (Say, O mother! have I not to your thought been faithful? Have I not, through life, kept you and yours before me?) I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things! It is not the earth, it is not America, who is so great, It is I who am great, or to be great--it is you up there, or any one; It is to walk rapidly through civilizations, governments, theories, Through poems, pageants, shows, to form great individuals. Underneath all, individuals! 260 I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals, The American compact is altogether with individuals, The only government is that which makes minute of individuals, The whole theory of the universe is directed to one single individual--namely, to You. (Mother! with subtle sense severe--with the naked sword in your hand, I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.) Underneath all, nativity, I swear I will stand by my own nativity--pious or impious, so be it; I swear I am charm'd with nothing except nativity, Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from nativity. 270 Underneath all is the need of the expression of love for men and women, I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of expressing love for men and women, After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and women. I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself, (Talk as you like, he only suits These States whose manners favor the audacity and sublime turbulence of The States.) Underneath the lessons of things, spirits, Nature, governments, ownerships, I swear I perceive other lessons, Underneath all, to me is myself--to you, yourself--(the same monotonous old song.) O I see now, flashing, that this America is only you and me, Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me, Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, slavery, are you and me, 280 Its Congress is you and me--the officers, capitols, armies, ships, are you and me, Its endless gestations of new States are you and me, The war--that war so bloody and grim--the war I will henceforth forget--was you and me, Natural and artificial are you and me, Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you and me, Past, present, future, are you and me. I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not the promulgation of Liberty--not to cheer up slaves and horrify foreign despots, Not to build for that which builds for mankind, 290 Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes, Not to justify science, nor the march of equality, Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn beloved of time. I swear I am for those that have never been master'd! For men and women whose tempers have never been master'd, For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never master. I swear I am for those who walk abreast with the whole earth! Who inaugurate one, to inaugurate all. I swear I will not be outfaced by irrational things! I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me! 300 I will make cities and civilizations defer to me! This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount--and it I teach again. (Democracy! while weapons were everywhere aim'd at your breast, I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children--saw in dreams your dilating form; Saw you with spreading mantle covering the world.) I will confront these shows of the day and night! I will know if I am to be less than they! I will see if I am not as majestic as they! I will see if I am not as subtle and real as they! I will see if I am to be less generous than they! 310 I will see if I have no meaning, while the houses and ships have meaning! I will see if the fishes and birds are to be enough for themselves, and I am not to be enough for myself. I match my spirit against yours, you orbs, growths, mountains, brutes, Copious as you are, I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself. America isolated, yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself? These States--what are they except myself? I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked--it is for my sake, I take you to be mine, you beautiful, terrible, rude forms. (Mother! bend down, bend close to me your face! I know not what these plots and wars, and deferments are for; 320 I know not fruition's success--but I know that through war and peace your work goes on, and must yet go on.) .... Thus, by blue Ontario's shore, While the winds fann'd me, and the waves came trooping toward me, I thrill'd with the Power's pulsations--and the charm of my theme was upon me, Till the tissues that held me, parted their ties upon me. And I saw the free Souls of poets; The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me, Strange, large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me. O my rapt verse, my call--mock me not! Not for the bards of the past--not to invoke them have I launch'd you forth, 330 Not to call even those lofty bards here by Ontario's shores, Have I sung so capricious and loud, my savage song. Bards for my own land, only, I invoke; (For the war, the war is over--the field is clear'd,) Till they strike up marches henceforth triumphant and onward, To cheer, O mother, your boundless, expectant soul. Bards grand as these days so grand! Bards of the great Idea! Bards of the peaceful inventions! (for the war, the war is over!) Yet Bards of the latent armies--a million soldiers waiting, ever- ready, Bards towering like hills--(no more these dots, these pigmies, these little piping straws, these gnats, that fill the hour, to pass for poets;) 340 Bards with songs as from burning coals, or the lightning's fork'd stripes! Ample Ohio's bards--bards for California! inland bards--bards of the war;) (As a wheel turns on its axle, so I find my chants turning finally on the war;) Bards of pride! Bards tallying the ocean's roar, and the swooping eagle's scream! You, by my charm, I invoke!","Walt Whitman"
27,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,27,"2018-02-27 03:34:13","I Go Out On The Road Alone poem","Alone I set out on the road;The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;The night is still. The desert harks to God,And star with star converses.The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . .Why do I feel so pained and troubled? What do I harbor: hope, regrets? I see no hope in years to come,Have no regrets for things gone by. All that I seek is peace and freedom!To lose myself and sleep!But not the frozen slumber of the grave...I'd like eternal sleep to leaveMy life force dozing in my breastGently with my breath to rise and fall;By night and day, my hearing would be soothedBy voices sweet, singing to me of love.And over me, forever green,A dark oak tree would bend and rustle.","Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov"
28,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,28,"2018-02-27 03:34:16","Alone poem","Day by day, I wake alone, in a cold and empty bed, Day by day, thoughts of you, keep running through my head.I wake and wish this day would be the one I see your smileI sit and wait to see your face, I'm living in denial.Because I know that there's no way that I'll see you today, And as the sun begins to set, my hopes will slip away.As darkness covers this cruel world, my heart grows darker too, And I will whisper to the night how much I long for you.The stars begin to twinkle, lighting up the sky above, But the only light I long to see is the light of your love.I pray tomorrow is that day that I'm holding you tight, As in my cold and empty bed, I stare alone into the night.","Mariann Gentile"
29,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,29,"2018-02-27 03:34:22","Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone poem","ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these; Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side, Breast-sorrel and pinks of love--fingers that wind around tighter than vines, Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the sun is risen; Breezes of land and love--breezes set from living shores out to you on the living sea--to you, O sailors! Frost-mellow'd berries, and Third-month twigs, offer'd fresh to young persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up, Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees. 10","Walt Whitman"
30,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,30,"2018-02-27 03:34:27","I Only Am Escaped Alone To Tell Thee poem","I tell you that I see her stillAt the dark entrance of the hall.One gas lamp burning near her shoulder Shone also from her other sideWhere hung the long inaccurate glassWhose pictures were as troubled water.An immense shadow had its handBetween us on the floor, and seemed To hump the knuckles nervously, A giant crab readying to walk, Or a blanket moving in its sleep.You will remember, with a smileInstructed by movies to reminisce, How strict her corsets must have been, How the huge arrangements of her hairWould certainly betray the least Impassionate displacement there.It was no rig for dallying, And maybe only marriage could Derange that queenly scaffolding -As when a great ship, coming home, Coasts in the harbor, dropping sailAnd loosing all the tackle that had lacedHer in the long lanes... I know We need not draw this figure outBut all that whalebone came for whalesAnd all the whales lived in the sea, In calm beneath the troubled glass, Until the needle drew their blood.I see her standing in the hall, Where the mirror's lashed to blood and foam, And the black flukes of agonyBeat at the air till the light blows out.","Howard Nemerov"
31,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,31,"2018-02-27 03:34:32","Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon .. poem","Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,But now my gracious numbers are decayed,And my sick Muse doth give an other place.I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argumentDeserves the travail of a worthier pen,Yet what of thee thy poet doth inventHe robs thee of, and pays it thee again.He lends thee virtue, and he stole that wordFrom thy behaviour; beauty doth he give,And found it in thy cheek; he can affordNo praise to thee, but what in thee doth live. Then thank him not for that which he doth say, Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay.","William Shakespeare"
32,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,32,"2018-02-27 03:34:39","All Alone poem","I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side,Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray?Thy wavy locks but thinly hideThe tears that dim thy blue-eye's ray;And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan,And weep, that thou art left alone?II. Thou art not left alone, poor boy,The Trav'ller stops to hear thy tale;No heart, so hard, would thee annoy!For tho' thy mother's cheek is paleAnd withers under yon grave stone,Thou art not, Urchin, left alone.III. I know thee well ! thy yellow hairIn silky waves I oft have seen;Thy dimpled face, so fresh and fair,Thy roguish smile, thy playful mienWere all to me, poor Orphan, known,Ere Fate had left thee--all alone!IV. Thy russet coat is scant, and torn,Thy cheek is now grown deathly pale!Thy eyes are dim, thy looks forlorn,And bare thy bosom meets the gale;And oft I hear thee deeply groan,That thou, poor boy, art left alone.V. Thy naked feet are wounded soreWith thorns, that cross thy daily road;The winter winds around thee roar,The church-yard is thy bleak abode;Thy pillow now, a cold grave stone--And there thou lov'st to grieve--alone!VI. The rain has drench'd thee, all night long;The nipping frost thy bosom froze;And still, the yewtree-shades among,I heard thee sigh thy artless woes;I heard thee, till the day-star shoneIn darkness weep--and weep alone!VII. Oft have I seen thee, little boy,Upon thy lovely mother's knee;For when she liv'd--thou wert her joy,Though now a mourner thou must be!For she lies low, where yon grave-stoneProclaims, that thou art left alone.VIII. Weep, weep no more; on yonder hillThe village bells are ringing, gay;The merry reed, and brawling rillCall thee to rustic sports away.Then wherefore weep, and sigh, and moan,A truant from the throng--alone?IX. ""I cannot the green hill ascend,""I cannot pace the upland mead;""I cannot in the vale attend,""To hear the merry-sounding reed:""For all is still, beneath yon stone,""Where my poor mother's left alone!X. ""I cannot gather gaudy flowers""To dress the scene of revels loud--""I cannot pass the ev'ning hours""Among the noisy village croud--""For, all in darkness, and alone""My mother sleeps, beneath yon stone.XI. ""See how the stars begin to gleam""The sheep-dog barks, 'tis time to go;--""The night-fly hums, the moonlight beam""Peeps through the yew-tree's shadowy row--""It falls upon the white grave-stone,""Where my dear mother sleeps alone.--XII. ""O stay me not, for I must go""The upland path in haste to tread;""For there the pale primroses grow""They grow to dress my mother's bed.--""They must, ere peep of day, be strown,""Where she lies mould'ring all alone.XIII. ""My father o'er the stormy sea""To distant lands was borne away,""And still my mother stay'd with me""And wept by night and toil'd by day.""And shall I ever quit the stone""Where she is, left, to sleep alone.XIV. ""My father died; and still I found""My mother fond and kind to me;""I felt her breast with rapture bound""When first I prattled on her knee--""And then she blest my infant tone""And little thought of yon grave-stone.XV. ""No more her gentle voice I hear,""No more her smile of fondness see;""Then wonder not I shed the tear""She would have DIED, to follow me!""And yet she sleeps beneath yon stone""And I STILL LIVE--to weep alone.XVI. ""The playful kid, she lov'd so well""From yon high clift was seen to fall;""I heard, afar, his tink'ling bell--""Which seem'd in vain for aid to call--""I heard the harmless suff'rer moan,""And grieved that he was left alone.XVII. ""Our faithful dog grew mad, and died,""The lightning smote our cottage low--""We had no resting-place beside""And knew not whither we should go,--""For we were poor,--and hearts of stone""Will never throb at mis'ry's groan.XVIII. ""My mother still surviv'd for me,""She led me to the mountain's brow,""She watch'd me, while at yonder tree""I sat, and wove the ozier bough;""And oft she cried, ""fear not, MINE OWN!""Thou shalt not, BOY, be left ALONE.""XXI. ""The blast blew strong, the torrent rose""And bore our shatter'd cot away;""And, where the clear brook swiftly flows--""Upon the turf at dawn of day,""When bright the sun's full lustre shone,""I wander'd, FRIENDLESS--and ALONE!""XX. Thou art not, boy, for I have seenThy tiny footsteps print the dew,And while the morning sky sereneSpread o'er the hill a yellow hue,I heard thy sad and plaintive moan,Beside the cold sepulchral stone.XXI. And when the summer noontide hoursWith scorching rays the landscape spread,I mark'd thee, weaving fragrant flow'rsTo deck thy mother's silent bed!Nor, at the church-yard's simple stone,Wert, thou, poor Urchin, left alone.XXII. I follow'd thee, along the daleAnd up the woodland's shad'wy way:I heard thee tell thy mournful taleAs slowly sunk the star of day:Nor, when its twinkling light had flown,Wert thou a wand'rer, all alone.XXIII. ""O! yes, I was! and still shall be""A wand'rer, mourning and forlorn;""For what is all the world to me--""What are the dews and buds of morn?""Since she, who left me sad, alone""In darkness sleeps, beneath yon stone!XXIV. ""No brother's tear shall fall for me,""For I no brother ever knew;""No friend shall weep my destiny""For friends are scarce, and tears are few;""None do I see, save on this stone""Where I will stay, and weep alone!XXV. ""My Father never will return,""He rests beneath the sea-green wave;""I have no kindred left, to mourn""When I am hid in yonder grave!""Not one ! to dress with flow'rs the stone;--""Then--surely , I AM LEFT ALONE!""","Mary Darby Robinson"
33,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,33,"2018-02-27 03:34:45","On The Beach At Night, Alone poem","ON the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future. A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids, All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same, All distances of place, however wide, All distances of time--all inanimate forms, All Souls--all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes--the fishes, the brutes, 10 All men and women--me also; All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages; All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe; All lives and deaths--all of the past, present, future; This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.","Walt Whitman"
34,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,34,"2018-02-27 03:34:48","The Gardener Ix: When I Go Alone At Night poem","When I go alone at night to mylove-tryst, birds do not sing, the winddoes not stir, the houses on both sidesof the street stand silent. It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed. When I sit on my balcony and listenfor his footsteps, leaves do not rustleon the trees, and the water is still inthe river like the sword on the kneesof a sentry fallen asleep. It is my own heart that beats wildly--I do not know how to quiet it. When my love comes and sits bymy side, when my body trembles andmy eyelids droop, the night darkens,the wind blows out the lamp, and theclouds draw veils over the stars. It is the jewel at my own breastthat shines and gives light. I do notknow how to hide it.","Rabindranath Tagore"
35,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,35,"2018-02-27 03:34:50","A Heart Breaks Easier Alone poem","A heart breaks easier aloneWhen no one sees you cryingWhen no one notices at allThat inside you are dyingA heart breaks easier aloneWhen they all think you're crazyThat when you crawl back in your bedThe whole world thinks you're lazyA heart breaks easier aloneAnd there's no way to mend itTo stop the heart from breaking moreYou simply have to end itA heart breaks easier aloneWithout a love to heal itAnd finally the breaking's doneWhen you no longer feel it","Walter Krijthe"
36,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,36,"2018-02-27 03:34:54","Alone In The Wind, On The Prairie poem","I know a seraph who has golden eyes,And hair of gold, and body like the snow.Here in the wind I dream her unbound hairIs blowing round me, that desire's sweet glowHas touched her pale keen face, and willful mien.And though she steps as one in manner bornTo tread the forests of fair Paradise,Dark memory's wood she chooses to adorn.Here with bowed head, bashful with half-desireShe glides into my yesterday's deep dream,All glowing by the misty ferny cliffBeside the far forbidden thundering stream.Within my dream I shake with the old flood.I fear its going, ere the spring days go.Yet pray the glory may have deathless years,And kiss her hair, and sweet throat like the snow.","Vachel Lindsay"
37,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,37,"2018-02-27 03:34:58","Love Walked Alone. poem","Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help, For his name was heart's pain. .","Stephen Crane"
38,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,38,"2018-02-27 03:35:02","Alone In My Darknees poem","alone in my darkneesi was alone...alone i live in my darkness..no one share me..no one considerated my feelings..i was a human without sense...without loving....and i was without heart....i wasn`t saw in my darknees, only myself..and my blackest dark..suddenly.. a light came to me from a far way..yes, its come and be near and close to me..its come and its lights my darkness..its let me to see around me..its knowing me who was near me...then i became not alone i am with others..became a human shared in feelings with others..i became a human with a feelings..with a loving....and i was with a heart....suddenly agian, a lights wants to go...after its lights my darkness..and after its make my heart a white..no, no, don`t let my heart become agian blackest..and don`t let me be agian alone...plz don`t do.....","hazem al jaber"
39,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,39,"2018-02-27 03:35:08","Helen All Alone poem","There was darkness under HeavenFor an hour's space--Darkness that we knew was givenUs for special grace.Sun and noon and stars were hid,God had left His Throne,When Helen came to me, she did,Helen all alone!Side by side (because our fateDamned us ere our birth)We stole out of Limbo GateLooking for the Earth.Hand in pulling hand amidFear no dreams have known,Helen ran with me, she did,Helen all alone!When the Horror passing speechHunted us along,Each laid hold on each, and eachFound the other strong.In the teeth of Things forbidAnd Reason overthrown,Helen stood by me, she did,Helen all alone!When, at last, we heard those FiresDull and die away,When, at last, our linked desiresDragged us up to day;When, at last, our souls were ridOf what that Night had shown,Helen passed from me, she did,Helen all alone!Let her go and find a mate,As I will find a bride,Knowing naught of Limbo GateOr Who are penned inside.There is knowledge God forbidMore than one should own.So Helen went from me, she did,Oh, my soul, be glad she did!Helen all alone!","Rudyard Kipling"
40,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,40,"2018-02-27 03:35:11","Love Reckons By Itself—alone poem","826Love reckons by itself—alone—""As large as I""—relate the SunTo One who never felt it blaze—Itself is all the like it has—","Emily Dickinson"
41,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,41,"2018-02-27 03:35:16","Alone, Late At Night poem","'So round, so firmSo fully packed, So free and easy.(Well maybe not.) The product regulated by both The Food and Drug AdministrationAnd the Department of Agriculture, Is sold to anyone who can ante up the buck or so, And it's addictive, just ask someone who knows.The flip top package invites you inAnd from there on, you're on your own.Appearances are everything and Madison Avenue has gone out of its wayTo entice the unsuspecting to buy not One but two or more.Then there's the matter of the food companiesActually being in this business, Peddling taste, while ignoring Additives that may get you in the end.For those who are discerning, The manufacturer offers different varieties.So that if you tire of one, Or perhaps are just adventuresomeYou can choose.Once hooked, there should always be a stashHidden somewhere for that moment when the pangsStrike and shops are closed, and a long nightAwaits before the morn.The parent company is one perhaps you recognize, Kraft, Conagra, Tyson's, Smuckers, No, not any of these but stillA name familiar in most households.So in the privacy of your home, Reach way back, behind all the other itemsAnd choose that which for the momentPromises to sate your lust.Best to keep it to yourselfAs some may make fun of you for Being so entrapped in a webFrom which there is no escape.Your offer to shareWill go unappreciated andYou may suffer rejectionFor simply trying to do a good deed, Spreading the word, Making the product more acceptableTo those that scorn somethingThat has been a pacifierFor generations.But first let's consider the shortcomingsThat which is so long and coolIs spiced with flavorings and of courseLike all tobacco products has a fair amount of sugarEither there originally or added for quality assurance.Quality Assurance, Sure! Pop the top and admire the way in whichIndustry has met the challenge of putting the mostOf those buggers into an orderly display.No space wasted here.And the march of color across the topsOf those you lust for, Is enough to cause one to consider dumpingThe whole of them on the counter so you canHave your way with them.But wait, Place you nose up closeClose your eyes.What aroma stirs the emotions? Breath deeply And exhale slowlyThis is how it should be.Ah! ! ! Now greedily take one and Roll it between the thumb and forefinger.Examine it carefully, Caress it with you lips, Let the tongue explore.Aren't you glad you're aloneNo one should share the Ecstacy of the unknown.The touch and the taste.It's too late, Emotions take controlThe first is gone andYou are already reaching for another.Before you know, The pack is emptyAnd yet you are not satisfied, What to do but open another, Can of Hormel Vienna Sausages.","Sidi J. Mahtrow"
42,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,42,"2018-02-27 03:35:21","Alone In Ann Arbor poem","I walked aloneIn Ann Arbor last night, But you wereWith me again on South MainAmong the college kids, The restaurants and book stores, Everyone moving around, The folk musicComing from the Ark; Sweet Lady, you’ve won my heart, Even though we continue to lingerSo painfully apart.","Uriah Hamilton"
43,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,43,"2018-02-27 03:35:25","Alone poem","Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. Boys asleep. Husband out. A beer bottle sweats in your hand, and sea lavender clogs the air with perfume. Think of yourself. Your arms rest with nothing to do after weeks spent attending to others. Your thoughts turn to whether butter will last the week, how much longer the car can run on its partial tank of gas.","Deborah Ager"
44,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,44,"2018-02-27 03:35:31","Sonnet Xi: You Not Alone poem","You not alone, when you are still alone, O God, from you that I could private be. Since you one were, I never since was one; Since you in me, my self since out of me, Transported from my self into your being; Though either distant, present yet to either, Senseless with too much joy, each other seeing, And only absent when we are together. Give me my self and take your self again, Devise some means but how I may forsake you; So much is mine that doth with you remain, That, taking what is mine, with me I take you; You do bewitch me; O, that I could fly From my self you, or from your own self I.","Michael Drayton"
45,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,45,"2018-02-27 03:35:36","Learning To Go Alone poem","Come, my darling, come away,Take a pretty walk to-day; Run along, and never fear,I'll take care of baby dear: Up and down with little feet,That's the way to walk, my sweet. Now it is so very near,Soon she'll get to mother dear. There she comes along at last: Here's my finger, hold it fast: Now one pretty little kiss,After such a walk as this.","Ann Taylor"
46,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,46,"2018-02-27 03:35:38","Alone, Looking For Blossoms Along The Ri.. poem","The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable,And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy.I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wineGone ten days drinking. I find only an empty bed.A thick frenzy of blossoms shrouding the riverside,I stroll, listing dangerously, in full fear of spring.Poems, wine -- even this profusely driven, I endure.Arrangements for this old, white-haired man can wait.A deep river, two or three houses in bamboo quiet,And such goings on: red blossoms glaring with white!Among spring's vociferous glories, I too have my place:With a lovely wine, bidding life's affairs bon voyage.Looking east to Shao, its smoke filled with blossoms,I admire that stately Po-hua wineshop even more.To empty golden wine cups, calling such beautifulDancing girls to embroidered mats -- who could bear it?East of the river, before Abbot Huang's grave, Spring is a frail splendor among gentle breezes.In this crush of peach blossoms opening ownerless,Shall I treasure light reds, or treasure them dark?At Madame Huang's house, blossoms fill the paths:Thousands, tens of thousands haul the branches down.And butterflies linger playfully -- an unbrokenDance floating to songs orioles sing at their ease.I don't so love blossoms I want to die. I'm afraid,Once they are gone, of old age still more impetuous.And they scatter gladly, by the branchful. Let's talkThings over, little buds ---open delicately, sparingly.","Du Fu"
47,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,47,"2018-02-27 03:35:43","Alone poem","I, one who never speaks,Listened days in summer trees,Each day a rustling leaf.Then, in time, my unbeliefGrew like my running -My own eyes did not exist,When I struck I never missed.Noon, felt and far away -My brain is a thousand bees.","Yvor Winters"
48,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,48,"2018-02-27 03:35:48","The Images Alone poem","Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword,white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia,old curried towns, the frog in its green human skin;a ploughman walking his furrow as if in irons, butas at a whoop of young men running loosein brick passages, there occurred the thoughtlike instant stitches all through crumpled silk: as if he'd had to leap to catch the bullet. A stench like hands out of the ground.The willows had like beads in their hair, andPeenemünde, grunted the dentist's drill, Peenemünde! Fowls went on typing on every corn key, greenkept crowding the pinks of the peach trees into the skybut used speech balloons were tacky in the riverand waterbirds had liftoff as at a repeal of gravity.","Les Murray"
49,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,49,"2018-02-27 03:35:54","Dying Alone In Public poem","Like the lonely winter tree Outstretched branches with never any leavesLonely skeletons, with lonely smiles Looking away while trying to hideTheir outstretched lonely eyes","Cin Sweet Fields"
6894,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6894,"2018-02-27 13:25:22","Alone poem","From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.","Edgar Allan Poe"
6942,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6942,"2018-02-27 13:25:28","Sonnet Xxxviii: Sitting Alone, Love poem","Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still direct the way, Or else Love were unable to endite. Love, growing angry, vexed at the spleen And scorning Reason's maimed argument, Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent, Where she with Love conversing hath not been. Reason, reproached with this coy disdain, Despiteth Love, and laugheth at her folly; And Love, condemning Reason's reason wholly, Thought it in weight too light by many'a grain. Reason, put back, doth out of sight remove, And Love alone picks reason out of love.","Michael Drayton"
6943,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6943,"2018-02-27 13:25:32","Alone And Repentant poem","A friend I possess, whose whispers just said,""God's peace!"" to my night-watching mind.When daylight is gone and darkness brings dread, He ever the way can find.He utters no word to smite and to score; He, too, has known sin and its grief.He heals with his look the place that is sore, And stays till I have relief.He takes for his own the deed that is such That sorrows of heart increase.He cleanses the wound with so gentle a touch, The pain must give way to peace.He followed each hope the heights that would scale Reproached not a hapless descent.He stands here just now, so mild, but so pale; -- In time he shall know what it meant.","Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson"
6944,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6944,"2018-02-27 13:25:36","Alone On A Beach poem","oh, , sadness...your circle killing me..and your memories waves flooded me..my life is a sky without lights..where is your yelling o happiness..? ? ? and in which wilderness, can i found you..? ? ? i am a star without sense...i am a candy without taste..and here alone in that beach....","hazem al jaber"
6945,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6945,"2018-02-27 13:25:42","Zzzzz Alone poem","Will a friend fly hereAmong the gulls that glide and cry, And erase all the mortificationJust to end this life's taxation? Will a friend float hereAmong the waves that rise and fall, And break upon the rocksTo shatter lies that stand tall? Will a friend walk hereAmong the numerous passerbysAnd fight for my rightsOn all the days and nights? Will a friend swim hereAmong the sharks that create terror and fearWith strength and courageJust to save my jagged life? Or will I sit and sobAmong the winds that swirl and twirlOnly to unfurlA life with beauty all aroundBut no human support to surround.Does that mean all I can do is moan and groanAnd nevertheless be on my own - ALL ALONE? - (Written when in Std Xii)",".Pd. is here"
6946,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6946,"2018-02-27 13:25:46","A Debtor To Mercy Alone poem","A debtor to mercy alone, of covenant mercy I sing;Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on, my person and off’ring to bring.The terrors of law and of God with me can have nothing to do;My Savior’s obedience and blood hide all my transgressions from view.The work which His goodness began, the arm of His strength will complete;His promise is Yea and Amen, and never was forfeited yet.Things future, nor things that are now, nor all things below or above,Can make Him His purpose forgo, or sever my soul from His love.My name from the palms of His hands eternity will not erase;Impressed on His heart it remains, in marks of indelible grace.Yes, I to the end shall endure, as sure as the earnest is giv’n;More happy, but not more secure, the glorified spirits in heav’n.","Augustus Montague Toplady"
6947,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6947,"2018-02-27 13:25:48","Alone In This World.... Alone. poem","perhaps im done.with this world, with this moment of my life.my story is undone.twisted and not fun.mixed up in lies and crys.you shall never see the real me inside.i shall protect myself from any harm to be done.no more, for i shall stand and be the only one.ill start building my walls, no gaps, no holes no nothing.just me and these walls, i will close myself off from the world.its for the best i shall say.its for the best.babe, just know i love you so.i just gotta let you go.i guess, our time is not now.maybe im just foolish and shouldn't have let you outbabe, you amazing.lord, help her find true love, for i cant give that to her.my lord, help her have strength and guide her to a good place.lord, help all those lost souls, for they need more help then i.i will survive.with these walls i will.i just need to be alone.","Dislocated Heart"
6948,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6948,"2018-02-27 13:25:51","From “phantasmion” - One Face Alone poem","ONE face alone, one face alone, These eyes require; But, when that long’d-for sight is shown, What fatal fire Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame,That melts each fibre of my wasting frame! One voice alone, one voice alone, I pine to hear; But, when its meek mellifluous tone Usurps mine ear,Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne’er, till death itself, can be unbound. One gentle hand, one gentle hand, I fain would hold; But, when it seems at my command, My own grows cold; Then low to earth I bend in sickly swoon, Like lilies drooping ’mid the blaze of noon.","Sara Coleridge"
6949,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6949,"2018-02-27 13:25:57","How I Walked Alone In The Jungles Of Hea.. poem","Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all aloneUpon the sacred cliffs above the sky.God and the angels, and the gleaming saintsHad journeyed out into the stars to die.They had gone forth to win far citizens,Bought at great price, bring happiness for all:By such a harvest make a holier townAnd put new life within old Zion's wall.Each chose a far-off planet for his home,Speaking of love and mercy, truth and right,Envied and cursed, thorn-crowned and scourged in time,Each tasted death on his appointed night.Then resurrection day from sphere to sphereSped on, with all the POWERS arisen again,While with them came in clouds recruited hostsOf sun-born strangers and of earth-born men.And on that day gray prophet saints went downAnd poured atoning blood upon the deep,Till every warrior of old Hell flew freeAnd all the torture fires were laid asleep.And Hell's lost company I saw returnClear-eyed, with plumes of white, the demons boldClimbed with the angels now on Jacob's stair,And built a better Zion than the old.And yet I walked alone on azure cliffsA lifetime long, and loved each untrimmed vine:The rotted harps, the swords of rusted gold,The jungles of all Heaven then were mine.Oh mesas and throne-mountains that I found!Oh strange and shaking thoughts that touched me there,Ere I beheld the bright returning wingsThat came to spoil my secret, silent lair!","Vachel Lindsay"
6950,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6950,"2018-02-27 13:26:03","Alone poem","My friends.Where are you? I want you.I need you.I want to saySomething.When you ask what’s wrong, I sayNothing.When you turn away, I whisperEverything.","Dan Brown"
6951,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6951,"2018-02-27 13:26:09","Alone poem","Surrounded by peopleBut so all aloneFeeling so lonelyNo place to call homeDoes he love meWhen he is so coldDo I have purposeShall I let this go onI have no purposeI am totally numbTo think he loved meI was totally dumbLove doesn't existIn this house anywayHome is where the heart isAnd I have none!","Donna Nimmo"
6952,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6952,"2018-02-27 13:26:13","Alone So Alone poem","I hang my head in my burning palms, tears sting against my soul, searchingfor the calm. Heartaches like neverbefore, broken, so lonely and torn.Never to see the light, no tunnel tobe seen, sitting here alone, within mysilent screams. No hand to reach for, noone to hold me close, I have neverfelt so alone.No one to pull me to safety, no one to turn to, just broken hearted, searching for life anew. No embrace, just tearsthat fall down my face.No guarantees on life or love, nothing but dark clouds linger above. The world tightens her grip with every breath I take, making the next step impossible to take.Alone in a world, the void is here, takingover my being, taking my life, but in this void I lose the strife. Haunting thoughtsconsume me, just looking through these tears, just wanting to be free.","Ruth warren"
6953,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6953,"2018-02-27 13:26:16","Alone poem","The day Caleb diedI was all aloneLying in a hospital bedSo white and coldBleedingThough I was all aloneThe day Caleb diedI was all alonePraying for someone to comeWatching the doorHoping and prayingBut I was all aloneThe day Caleb diedI was all aloneI almost died tooYet no one was aroundAnd there was no one to holdFor I was all aloneThe day Caleb diedI was all aloneI prayed for God to take me, tooBut I didn't goI prayed for someone to holdBut I was all alone","Lesa MRK"
6954,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6954,"2018-02-27 13:26:19","Alone In My Forest One Day poem","I was walking alone in my forest one day, Sleeping awake I went on my way, And as I lookeed up the sun caught my face, And my tears fell down in ribbons of lace.The trees were entwined in the sky locked above, In an extraordinary symbol of beautiful love, And I walked all alone in my little wood, And everything seemed just like it should, Shafts of light stabbed all around, Extending their arms straight to the ground, Serene and peaceful the air hung in cloud, Enveloping me in a wonderfull shrowd.And all of this lay before me at hand, Unfortunately though, no matter how grandIt all was a dream, it all was a fake, Something I could never see awake.I was walking alone in my forest one day, Sleeping awake I went on my way, And as I lookeed up the sun caught my face, And my tears fell down in ribbons of lace.","Mathew Lewis"
6955,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6955,"2018-02-27 13:26:24","Leave Me Alone! poem","I’d like to awakeWithout being wokenTo just sit and thinkWith no word spokenAllow me some timeTo have on my ownWhen no one comes roundOr calls on the phoneI’d just like some spaceSome privacy for meI’d like to be leftWith no companyTo go to the bathroomAnd not be disturbedTo put on my hairdryerWithout being heardTo lay in my bedMinus the dogsTo cruise round the houseWithout any tog’sLet doors that I shutRemain unopenedAnd none of my thingsBe moved or brokenA special roomTo call my ownA private placeTo be aloneLay back, relaxChill out, just beWith no one elseExcept for me.","Scarborough Gypsy"
6956,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6956,"2018-02-27 13:26:29","All Alone With Out Hope) 0 poem","SO many crosses, so little hope, so manypuppets, praying for some thing they dont even believe in.where is your devels, where areyour saints, where is yourGOD, when you fill your body with drink, so manycrosses, so little faith, so many puppets, waiting for....what?","DAVID GERARDINO"
6957,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6957,"2018-02-27 13:26:31","Don'T Leave Me Alone poem","Don’t leave me alone, This dark cold night, Don’t leave me alone, In this freezing fright, Don’t leave me alone, With only myself, My sanity a fickle friend, Who’ll soon leave, And take my peace, A peace, which only you restore, So don’t leave me alone, In the dark cold night, Don’t leave me alone, With this freezing fright, Don’t leave me alone, With what I behold in my sight, A life with out you, And many a freezing night.","Holly Heron"
6958,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6958,"2018-02-27 13:26:36","Alone poem","All alone, no one hereNot even a soul is 5ft nearA 4 player game being played by oneAnd it is actually kinda fun'I pick up my life and take it on a one way ticketWherever I go it's my path so I'll pick it'Sitting here alone, by the windowsillBut the air is bored, it must be filledOne comes in, then comes threeThey have all come to join meBut I was happy didn't own a bored boneI was happy when I was alone","Patrick Harris"
6959,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6959,"2018-02-27 13:26:42","Alone poem","What is the difference in being all alone over here by my selfOr all alone over there with people who don’t care And could careless if I was there with them Watching Waiting Not being spoken too Waiting for the right moment to speakSneak a peak of what its like on the insideI am all alone where ever I go Whether I am alone in a room full of people Or an empty field all by my self I feel the feeling of wanting Need and striving to be with you With someone Anyone at all But I can’t I am all ways alone In the cold On my ownWhether it be in a crowed room Or in a field all of my own I am all alone What is the true difference between being alone on my own Or with people who don’t care It doesn’t matter anyways Why make a false invite and Try to be polite When you just turn me away I am alone whether it be in a room crowded with people Or alone in an empty field With no one around to hear me scream and bleed and cry What really is the difference betweenBeing alone with a crowd of people who don’t care And being all alone over there.Alone on a bench to cry","Moon beam"
6960,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6960,"2018-02-27 13:26:44","Alone In A Castle (Part One) poem","Once there stood a castle, With towers so tall of stone, So strong and whiteGlowing like ivory boneIn the castle lived a princessSo lovely and so kindMany times she dreamt of himThe prince she'd someday findWhen the time finally cameAnd they stood side by sideHer heart sang with beautiful feelingsThat time could not abideThey spent all their time togetherUntil summer came to an endHe then kissed her and departedDisappearing into the windAt nights she stood and waitedBut never once did he returnHer head was bent with sorrowHer eyes swollen from tearsFor she knew he would not return tomorrowAnd she would be alone for all her yearsShe thought she had given him her heartFor what they shared was special and trueBut when sorrow came he left herFor he knew nothing else to doThe princess had nothing left to hang ontoNo tiny thread of hopeShe had no one left to turn toAnd no one to help her copeShe went to the places they had beenYet it was not the same without himThe flowers no longer cheered herAnd the bright sun had become dimHe hadn't meant to hurt herBut the princess was lost in her own woeAll she felt was betrayalIn knowing he had to goBut with time she came to realizeHe did what he had to doAlthough her pain was horribleHe felt that pain, too.The two had shared so muchThey had given all they hadAnd knowing it was truly overOh, how it made the princess sadShe hadn't thought she would truly lose himNo matter how bad it may have beenThey were more than in loveHe had been her one and only friendOne night she found a messageScrawled on the castle wall.It said only, 'I love you, 'And the princess's tears began to fall.She knew she'd always miss him; He'd remain forever in her heart, And even if they weren't together, They'd never truly be apart....","Lesa MRK"
6961,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6961,"2018-02-27 13:26:50","I Walk Alone poem","I walk alone amongst the crowdMy heart still bleeding, pounding loudThrough darkened streets, I walk aloneI have no one to call my ownI need someone to ease the painTo stop these tears that fall like rainAlone I walkTo myself I talkMy teers tear apartMy broken heart Charles R. Brunty","suchul Jin"
6962,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6962,"2018-02-27 13:26:54","In The Begining Our Lord Was Alone poem","In the beginning our Father was alone wanting company.So to Himself said, 'I'll just create friends to suit my fancy.'They will all be Holy angels having freedom of choice.These Holy angels will be perfect in beauty having a voice.All these angelic beings will have wings to fly away.But I will set boundaries and limits where they are to stay.They will also have eyes to see where to stop. With ears to hear praises from the top. By now the angels were given the sense of touch.To the hierarchy in Heaven, was loved very much.This sense of touch could be the feel of a wheel.Boy what a deal.And among other things could be pleasure, With God's measure.This pleasure with God's measure, was their treasure.All these spirits were given a mind.To especially be kind.Possessing abilities to voice their choice.Think at a blink, even wink, not blind.Hearing with ears even from behind.The rank of the Cherubim was made of winged little girls and boys.These Cherubs walked and talked with God who gave them toys.The boys played with balls.The girls played with dolls.These Cherubs were happy, being content with all.God was pleased with what He saw.God gave all angels senses of smell and taste.Instructing them they could lick in haste.But never to taste paste or waste.God gave angels given knowledge.This sixth sense not taught in college.The wisdom acquired, Will be required.If so desired.So stay chaste.For the chase.Being eternally chased.At this time there was no sin, which is vice.Everything in Heavens chorus was joyous and nice.Our Father is Perfect So He didn't have to think twice.He made no mistakes that could not be corrected.When creating He got exactly what He expected.Through His Perfection is why God is always respected.Every thing God created, Never became outdated.He could raise His finger, To invent some timber.Or blink an eye, Creating the sky.That Perfect magic Man could make something, Simply out of nothing.God created no two things exactly the same.A female angel by nickname, Was called a dame.God could create showers, For all the flowers.What was left of the rain, Ran down the drain.After these showers.The man took to the dame.As a gift, these flowers.For the main spirit game, Was to win the dame.Then your spirit life and her name.Would never be the same.","Arthur Knackmus"
6963,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6963,"2018-02-27 13:27:00","Together We'Re Alone poem","There is no place or grace, for all the human raceThe race of will, to race and killAs anger fills and kills the thrillThat we hold near and dear, we cherished children fearThe wraith of God, the wraith of manThe wraith of future shines the planThat we can maul it all, from front to back we sawThe answer here, the answer thereAnd never thought to question whereDid anger’s state of hate, combined collaborateThat one is right, and poweringThen one will fight for might to singThe battle long of song, dividing right from wrongThe death of you, the death of meThe death of us for all to seeNo one can own this bone, together we’re alone","Paul Moosberg"
6964,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6964,"2018-02-27 13:27:07","(1999) Alone poem","Sit in a chairalone People I thought werefriends sit together but away from me.AloneI sit, wishing myfriends would sit by me.AloneI get the urge to cry, forfriends who don’t speak to strangers.AloneI sit, looking at the clock, seeingfriends consider me as nothing.Sit in a chairalone People I thought werefriends sit together, but away from me.","Deana Rode"
6965,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6965,"2018-02-27 13:27:12","Alone? poem","alone yes I amalone i will begive it time you will seei drink alonei sleep alonei walk alone toowhen you give up on mei know what to doi slice and I dicei cut me to shredsalone i tell i amalone i am","mikeey stagg"
6966,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6966,"2018-02-27 13:27:16","Alone.. poem","Alone in the world of writsI stand aloneTo mockery because my shoes are worn, My suit torn. Alone, Because I refused to invest my timeIn vanity of men’s wealthThe relentless treadmill of materialism.The infinity of human thoughts are vital to meWhile friends and colleagues Constant in the mad rush for avarice Alone, When I speak against societal illsPaid writers mock at meAnd call me ‘fool’! My mind, preaching constant messages of irrelevancesBecause I will die a writer.No money, No friends, No foe. Alone, When intelligent comrades backslide into a reverse and praising of societal tyranny.Alone, When vanity of fame and temporal gainReduce men of honourTo a loose dissolved state of lies. Alone, When the courage for truthFalls to a beggarly withdrawal for fearAlone, When mass comrades reduce intelligenceTo cheap Trade by Bata. Alone, When moneybags employ friendsIn the service of sly. Alone, When kings and kingdomTurn greater minds to lesser scribe. Alone, When hunger, pain, lonelinessStare in the faceFor uncommon stance. Alone, Let lies increaseVanity multiplyComrades compromiseHunger killClothes burntImpoverished me beWith no friends No follower And in the graveJust like I came, Alone, Alone.","macaulay akinbami"
6967,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6967,"2018-02-27 13:27:19","Alone Iam Alone In Alone Island poem","Alone iam alone in alone islandAlone mew on alone palm tree in alone islandAlone shark surrounding alone islandAlone boat far away from alone islandAlone iam dying alone in alone islandAlone iam alone in alone island","Mohammed AlBalushi"
6968,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6968,"2018-02-27 13:27:23","Alone Alone Alone poem","He was writing his sermon. He'd locked his room. He wanted none to break his thoughts. No one would ever disturb him. He was alone, alone, alone. He was fixing his false teeth, behind closed doors. He wanted none to peep in on his secret. No one would want to know if he had teeth. He was alone, alone, alone.He was counting his coins, in the darkness of his shabby hut. He wanted none to know his wealth. No one wanted his meager sum. He was alone, alone, alone. You and I are all like them, locked behind our own doors, not wanting to be pried into. Not knowing how isolated we are. We are just alone, alone, alone.","Saju Abraham"
6969,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6969,"2018-02-27 13:27:26","Not Alone poem","My heart feels like an empty shellWashed up from the seaMy mind feels like it's going mad From trying to break freeAnd my tears seem like a thousand oceansAnd they're drowning all the blissAnd my lips ache to be touchedBy a true loves kissBut I'm not alone","Anna Lucija"
6970,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6970,"2018-02-27 13:27:31","And I Was Alone poem","And I was alone with my thoughts. Memories swirl in a unison of faith.Change has been inevitably declined.Passion bleeds from walls glittered gold.And I was alone with my thoughts.Recipe for destruction gilded on the page.A gift purely given like forgotten trash.Forever has no distinction beyond now.And I was alone with my thoughts.Authority is a prodigy of laziness.Wealth measured by free-flowing barriers.Sensuality is a brand no longer tangible.And I was alone with my thoughts.Swinging on a broken rope of promise.The puddle is full of cracks.Feminine impression embedded on the seat.And I was alone with my thoughts.Glistening prisms of a generation forgotten.Barriers instilled on a broken mirror.Reflections stagnant with happenstance.And I was alone.Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley","A.J. McKinley"
6971,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6971,"2018-02-27 13:27:34","Alone, Alone poem","Alone in the dark roomNo one cares about meso Lonely that i don`t find one to say ' hey 'No one can understand my feelings, my painNo one can satisfy my soulMy soul covered with Darknessempty with the precious valuesfull of the nothingness of the worldthe estrangement forms a pic, a wired picNo one can see, except meso frightened this worldtrying to escape from the picno hope to make it a wayfollowing me as myselfHave one aim is to killdecide to stop runningto find away to hideNew feeling i got to releaseFor the first time iam ready for the fightBut, it`s not important who will winWhat really matters that ' i tried to prove myself '","hopeless 111"
6972,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6972,"2018-02-27 13:27:37","Mine Alone poem","*inspired when I was doing slavery in class-------These chains that bind my body, Shall not bind my mind, The skin taken from my flesh, Shall not blind my sight, These tears they shall not spill, Till wrongs and rights are justed, The dirt upon the my knees, Is not my souls one colour, My body you may own, My mind is mine alone, My soul it nests in His hands, My life is mine alone.","Holly Heron"
6973,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6973,"2018-02-27 13:27:41","When I Am Alone....... poem","When I am alone, I think about youI think how much we are close to each othereven we are far distanceI think our love is in our heartsI think the good time we've shared togetherI think how important you areI think to share my ideas with youI think my last dance with youI think of my last kiss to youI think your love on meI think about you everydayand wanted to let you knowI remember you when I am alone","Ravi Sathasivam"
6974,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6974,"2018-02-27 13:27:47","All Alone poem","Sitting all alone in a boxed roomlooking at the walls locking in on melooking like they are about to fall in and 'BOOM'wondering what my life is going to be.thinking to myself should i take that step out of the dooror maybe just sit here and cry for myself'but what is there to life for' i should just lay here on this cold floori can't even call for help because i am all by myslef.: (","sancheir lewis"
6975,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6975,"2018-02-27 13:27:50","I Woke Alone poem","I woke alone, ignorant of your absence.I woke alone, knowing what I can not have.I will wake alone, remembering what could have been.","John Kipling Lewis"
6976,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6976,"2018-02-27 13:27:56","A Pantoum - Alone On The Hillside poem","As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunriseSilence is golden, movement is absentUpon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darknessThe freshness in the air surrounds her intenselySilence is golden, movement is absentDawn breaks, the skies come aliveThe freshness in the air surrounds her intenselyBirds flutter freely tweetering 'good morning'Dawn breaks, the skies come aliveUpon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darknessBirds flutter freely tweetering 'good morning'As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise","Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson"
6977,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6977,"2018-02-27 13:27:59","I’m Not Alone poem","I cryOn a remote mountainside, Tears impossible to hideFrom the mysterious, compassionateEyes of God; I spend so much time alone, But maybe I’m not alone.","Uriah Hamilton"
6978,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6978,"2018-02-27 13:28:02","Alone In Hospital poem","the clouds cover my heart, I am alone in hospital, nurses coming and out, I feel I am alone. Even nurses here and there, I am out of the world, sad and pain hit my face, how bad to be alone. The doctor whispered to me, be brave, don, t afraid, tomorrow will be better, be strong as a stone. My mind had been ruined, i can, t thinking at all, the sky seems hazy, how sad to be alone. ........ Seconds seem ages; the day a thousand year, the fear inside my body, told me, you are alone. Suddenly I saw a shade, could that be my wife? Could sons come to see, how sad I am alone. The shade became too close, O, God they are my sons, my love is coming with them, how bad I was alone. By love they covered my sky, by love returned my soul, their love grant me the strength, in front of being alone. Tomorrow will repair my heart, tomorrow is a biggest day, even if I died that day. By love I am not alone.","Rasheed Alqahas"
6979,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6979,"2018-02-27 13:28:05","You Alone I Love, Yo Alone I Worship poem","You alone I love, you alone I worship. [Poem]Until I die my breath will guard you, And my memories after.In my death none I like to weep for me, If you shed a dropp of tear, I will sprout again from the mud.To love you to guard you to serve you.I am born to love you alone And I will die for your love too.In the world here after, I will love, love you alone.What else shall I say when my love for you is full? What shall I think but you when you are the truth.I will but love you, Let them stone at me.You alone I love, you alone I worship.I m made to sing your melodies, care not the world hear or not.Until I die my breath will guard you, And my memories after.In my death none I like to weep for me, If you shed a dropp of tear, I will sprout again from the mud.To love you to guard you to serve you.","HABEEBURAHMAN Thaliyil"
6980,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6980,"2018-02-27 13:28:08","(2006) Alone poem","Tell me why it has to be this waywhy I must face this life aloneSanctuaries I thought were strongnow lay crumbled around my kneeling formtears that fall down my placid skinhidden by the rain that falls from a broken skyBehind blinded eyes I hear the echoesof those I loved in days now pasttaunting me and haunting me in the frozen airSurrounding and slowly taking away a light forever dimmedAs lightning flashes I see the woman I was float awayleaving me withered and nothing more than an empty shellas the ones I held dear one by one turn away from meTell me why it has to be this waywhy I must face this life alonecondemed to walking in the blacknessuntil it finally consumes me and I fade to nothing.","Deana Rode"
6981,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6981,"2018-02-27 13:28:13","Alone And Cold poem","Im nothing without you Im dead insideI cant move on I know cuz I've triedYou threw me out the doorIm a lost soul forever moorThese are my tearsMy tears of painwith out you myworld is constant rain Love is a lie theres nosuch thingall it is is a firey black ring You have lied to me but worseyou've played with my heartYou tried explain just pleasedont even startYou said you loved meyou said you cared how could you dismisseverything we sharedSo the damage is doneand all you did was run I will never love anyone but youThat day rain came and the wind just blewWhen I saw you my heart was soldbut now I sit all alone and cold.","heavy metal Insanity"
6982,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6982,"2018-02-27 13:28:18","Not Lonely...Not Alone - Inspired By Alo.. poem","To be with people Not feel lonely To be with oneself Not feel alone","Richard Wlodarski"
6983,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6983,"2018-02-27 13:28:22","I Didn'T Stand Alone poem","I was born a wild childa navigators sonfrom the slums I took my chancesand was always on the runfought my way with others like meand society who blamedmy behaviour on my parentsand misfortune on my nameI bled for my existenceand stole to feed my needI would put on many facesto extrapolate my breedto defend the others round meand provide some hopeful careto the familys with broken hearts and dreams that went nowhereIn the darkness of a thousand scarsthat tore away my fleshmy hands would reach into the soul and bones of what I'm worthand though the sun was shiningtrying to brighten up the dayin the poverty of mouths to feedthe slums are always greyIn a history of violenceand the screams that no-one heardin a mothers tears and fathers fearsI learned every wordand paraded with a vengeanceon the streets of cobblestonesthat my heart was independant and I didn't stand alone.","Charles M Moore"
6984,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6984,"2018-02-27 13:28:26","Home, Quite Alone... poem","My family drove off mere hours ago to visit Grandma on her birthday, thus I am home and quite all alone.First thing I undertook post-farewellwas doff my duds down to the undies, hotter, t'was, than Homer Simpson's hell. Ne'er may I dance to song as I please - -tho' the spirit may often move me, for my kin fling up arms, shriek and tease.My feet like to dance, so, dance I did, with the family van well out of view.Sometimes you must blindly trust your id! I danced like a fiend, singing along, as graceful as Elaine on 'Seinfeld', free as a bird both in movement and song... Exhaustedat last, I realized - - a mite too latethat in my half- sorrowful/all-ecstaticstateI'd undressedwhile still in frontof the house...SOB (to say the least, eh?) I fell dumbly to my knees, clothes GONE from the grass! Finding the door securely locked, I spontaneously combusted into ash h h..........Not really...I'm hiding beneaththe deck until their return in days three using heretoforeunknown mental powers to post this poem on PH with glee! So what - -I'm hungry.","Esther Leclerc"
6985,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6985,"2018-02-27 13:28:28","Alone In Your Arms poem","Common interests brought us together, Conversations on which we could agree.There has never been enough trust to discussIssues in which we'd disagree.Our hearts don't have the magic connectionThat allow our brains to share the same waves.Cupid has not struck us with his arrows, To each other's soul we are not slaves.We occupy the same space, living in orbit.Our eyes meet across silence the size of an ocean, And while our intentions are in the right place, Fear is the source of our eternal devotion. You don't know how much I need you.I don't know why I expect you to read my mind.It is amazingly easy to feel alone in your arms; The mystery is why romance is so hard to find.","Sydney Daniels"
6986,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6986,"2018-02-27 13:28:33","He Stands Alone. poem","He stands alone now etched by timeAs though was meant to beHis frame all bent and twistedFor all who pass to seeIt wasn't always as it isWhen children came aroundTo run and laugh and shriek with gleeHe revelled in the soundBut age and weather took its tollAnd disease had hit him hardA surgeons cuts had saved his lifeFor which he didn't chargeAnd so he stands alone but proudTo survey what could be seenThe only oak for miles aroundUpon the village green.","Graham Jones"
6987,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6987,"2018-02-27 13:28:38","Home Alone Utopia poem","I am feeling rather tired, so I'll lay in bed till noon.To stay in bed till lunch time, is really quite a boon.Everyone will be at work, and I'll be 'Home Alone'I can play my Hi Fi very loud, and the neighbours won't moan.I like to play loud music, and get into the 'Rhythm and Beat! It's nice that my friends can hear it, at the other end of the street.When I get fed up with the music, it's time to make tea.This is when I start to settle down, and put my feet on the 'Settee'I view the afternoon telly, and watch the afternoon soap, I can do this as a part -time job, It's not so hard to cope.This is when I fall asleep, until everyone comes home.Then my parents have a go, because I'm always on the phone.Mum gets very busy, when she cooks the evening tea.I too get very busy, and out the door I flee.The sound of washing up, makes me feel sick inside, so out the door I goto seek a place to hide.When I go to a Disco, I like to stay all night, sometimes I stroll home, when the sun is shining bright.I crawl into my bed, which is my only Salvation, and there I will stayuntil my Resurrection.This is how I live, I am my own Creator, but what I can't understand, is why I'm called, a selfish Couch Potato.","sylvia spencer"
6988,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6988,"2018-02-27 13:28:42","Everyone Sits Alone poem","Life is the cageWe are all born intoThe zoo Drives down the longSnake in the rain, Everyone sits aloneIn the parkIn the carIn the theatreEveryone sits aloneAnd looks through barsOf their flesh and boneNo eager hand can grasp out of thisNo willing hand has the Reach, We touch our fleshTo the flesh of our cages, We lay down chainedAnd little birds singBeside others miles awayAnd barkingWe touch steering wheelsAs the lights cross our eyesWe learn to believeThe birth of shadowsWe drive, a line of slaves, Down the roadEveryone sits alone.","Robert Rorabeck"
6989,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6989,"2018-02-27 13:28:49","Alone...Not Alone poem","Alone...at birth Alone...at deathNot alone...in the afterlife","Richard Wlodarski"
6990,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6990,"2018-02-27 13:28:53","Call Me, When You Are Alone.... poem","Call me, when you are aloneYou know your voice will make my dayYou know how much I wait to hear your voiceYou know how much I feel for youYou know you can shun my lonelinessYou know I listen to you through my tearsYou know my tears brings joy to meYou know my heart has grown bigYou know your heart is pressed with meYou know I have so many wishes in my heartYou know I am sitting here and thinking how to startYou know I want to send my hugs to youYou know I love you forever in so many wayscall me again and again when you are lone","Ravi Sathasivam"
6991,1,"2018-02-27 03:06:39",alone,6991,"2018-02-27 13:28:57","Alone Again poem","When I'm talking to you, I am never alone. You are there. Your voice, My sanity. Then, you are gone, Leaving me in a terrifying silent darkness.When you are gone, no matter who may be around me, I am alone again.-","James Grengs"