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English Poetry |
Priya |
Apr 5 2006, 07:57 PM
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#391
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Love's Omnipresence
Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Whereso'er you were, with you my love should go. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. Joshua Sylvester |
shivani |
Apr 6 2006, 10:02 AM
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#392
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upside down and shaken around
tossed in each direction flipped over inside out swept aside with fierce rejection trampled upon dwindled away yet again mercilessly drubbed wantonly squished into a pulp and so ruthlessly scrubbed and yet a few breaths left clinging on to flickering hope biting dirt and dragging along nailing dreams at each stope millions of miles to the horizon slow agonizing inspiring crawl vision of morrow nidulating undaunted by the minds wall |
Priya |
Apr 6 2006, 10:21 AM
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#393
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
Wow!!! U write a poem a day?
Are these supposed to be poems with hope? Despite the depressing tone, very nicely expressed. Woh subah kabhi to aayegi... |
Nimii |
Apr 6 2006, 10:24 AM
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#394
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Kabhi kabhi sochhti hoon ke Zee is workin in a s/w company at all
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Priya |
Apr 6 2006, 10:34 AM
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#395
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
Jaise Daddu waise poti.
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shivani |
Apr 6 2006, 10:40 AM
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#396
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QUOTE Kabhi kabhi sochhti hoon ke Zee is workin in a s/w company at all kya matlab hai aapka! aur zaroori hai ki s/w company main sab coding hi karein bas QUOTE Jaise Daddu waise poti. |
Nimii |
Apr 6 2006, 10:51 AM
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#397
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QUOTE aur zaroori hai ki s/w company main sab coding hi karein bas Thought they cant think past it |
Priya |
Apr 6 2006, 10:56 AM
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#398
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QUOTE Jaise Daddu waise poti. Ok. U do not take after Ur Daddu. U are poles apart. Kaun Daddu, kaun poti. |
Nimii |
Apr 6 2006, 11:04 AM
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#399
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Daddu ka naam mat le Priyz
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Priya |
Apr 6 2006, 11:35 AM
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#400
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Kya kiya usne?
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Nimii |
Apr 6 2006, 11:41 AM
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#401
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Ye puchh kya nahi kiya
He pushed me re and I have hurt my leg real bad still walkin around like one langdi He refuses to accept he pushed me Meanie daddu of Zee |
Priya |
Apr 6 2006, 11:43 AM
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#402
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To-morrow, and To-morrow, and To-morrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing... Shakespeare |
Priya |
Apr 6 2006, 11:45 AM
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#403
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’ Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee— Like summer tempest came her tears— ‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’ Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
Priya |
Apr 6 2006, 11:47 AM
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#404
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The Burial of Love
His eyes in eclipse, Pale-cold his lips, The light of his hopes unfed, Mute his tongue, His bow unstrung With the tears he hath shed, Backward drooping his graceful head, Love is dead: His last arrow is sped; He hath not another dart; Go-carry him to his dark deathbed; Bury him in the cold, cold heart- Love is dead. O truest love! art thou forlorn, And unrevenged? thy pleasant wiles Forgotten, and thine innocent joy? Shall hollow-hearted apathy, The cruellest form of perfect scorn, With languor of most hateful smiles, For ever write, In the withered light Of the tearless eye, And epitaph that all may spy? No! sooner she herself shall die. For her the showers shall not fall, Nor the round sun shine that shineth to all; Her light shall into darkness change; For her the green grass shall not spring, Nor the rivers flow, nor the sweet birds sing, Till Love have his full revenge. Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
dimps |
Apr 7 2006, 10:49 AM
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#405
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Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin (by Alfred Lord Tennyson) I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more Night comes for me throughout the day (by Nicholas Gordon) Night comes for me throughout the day And closes my external door. I know that I am in for more Unhappiness, and yet I stay. The pain of missing you is less Than that of missing thoughts of you. And so I'd rather suffer through This torture than face emptiness. I want you with me, even though You're not with me. You are the light That gets me through this awful night Yet brings the darkness where I go. ... I have over 400 verses by Nicholas Gordon.. simple and straight yet very touching There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
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