poem.id,poem.ts,poem.title,poem.content,poem.author,poem.category_1_x_poem_id
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","{
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        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""2"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 2,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""3"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 3,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""4"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 4,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""5"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 5,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""6"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 6,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""7"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 7,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""8"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 8,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""9"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 9,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""10"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 10,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""11"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 11,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""12"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 12,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""13"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 13,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""14"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 14,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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 ...","{
    ""15"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 15,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""16"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 16,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""17"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 17,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""18"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 18,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""19"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 19,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""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","{
    ""20"": {
        ""category_1_x_poem.id"": 20,
        ""category_1.id"": 1,
        ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 03:06:39"",
        ""category_1.title"": ""alone""
    }
}"