Poems that mean something to you
Anonymous
Thomas Hardy
Ahavati
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Happy Mother's Day weekend to all the mothers, adoptive mothers, foster mothers, single mothers, furbaby mothers, mothers who've lost their children to heaven, and single fathers.
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IDryad
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IDryad
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I wandered Lonely as a cloud
by William Wordsworth
Anonymous
Thomas Hardy
Anonymous
Hugo Williams
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IDryad
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IDryad
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When You are Old
by William Butler Yeats
(The poet our teacher Loved! And so I do🤓!)
Anonymous
W. B. Yeats.
(One of me Mum's 💐)
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IDryad
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IDryad
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Love this one💙
Northern_Soul
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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
“Raw With Love”
by Charles Bukowski
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
“Raw With Love”
by Charles Bukowski