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Mother To Son
Mother to Son by Langston Hughes Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor-Bare.But all the timeI'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And...
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me By David Romano When tomorrow starts without meAnd I’m not here to seeIf the sun should rise and find your eyesAll filled with tears for meI wish you wouldn’t cryThe way you did todayWhile thinking of the many thingsWe did not get to...
Psalm 150 By Jericho Brown
Psalm 150 By Jericho Brown Some folks fool themselves into believing,But I know what I know once, at the heightOf hopeless touching, my man and I holdOur breaths, certain we can stop time or maybeEliminate it from our lives, which are shorter Since we learned to make...
On Saturday The Sandman Sets A Silver-Plate
On Saturday, The Sandman Sets A Silver-Plate On Saturday, I sleep in late;the sandman sets a silver-plateto lie around and contemplateand let my 'soles' somnambulate.Unloading heaps of heavy freightsupports me to fly featherweightand putz around, remodulate,I clean...
How To Acquire Peace
How To Acquire Peace Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul On changeable Earth human beings are wise,They want to perpetuate the progress in rise.Some vie in earning wealth to live happily,Attractive edifices they build to reside properly.To lead a prosperous life some are on...
An Interview
An Interview by John B. Tabb I sat with chill DecemberBeside the evening fire."And what do you remember,"I ventured to inquire,"Of seasons long forsaken?"He answered in amaze,"My age you have mistaken;I've lived but thirty days."
December by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
December by Thomas Bailey Aldrich Only the sea intoning,Only the wainscot-mouse,Only the wild wind moaningOver the lonely house.Darkest of all DecembersEver my life has known,Sitting here by the embers,Stunned and helpless, alone—Dreaming of two graves lyingOut in the...
December by Rebecca Hey
December by Rebecca Hey As human life begins and ends with woe,So doth the year with darkness and with storm.Mute is each sound, and vanish'd each fair formThat wont to cheer us; yet a sacred glow—A moral beauty,—to which Autumn's show,Or Spring's sweet blandishments,...
December Days
December Days by Caleb Prentiss Ruthless winter's rude careerComes to close the parting year;Fleecy flakes of snow descend,Boreal winds the welkin rend.Reflect, oh man! and well rememberThat dull old age is dark December;For soon the year of life is gone,When hoary...
Fragment 3 Come, come thou bleak December wind
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Come, come thou bleak December wind,And blow the dry leaves from the tree!Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, DeathAnd take a Life that wearies me.
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December Days
December Days by Caleb Prentiss Ruthless winter's rude careerComes to close the parting year;Fleecy flakes of snow descend,Boreal winds the welkin rend.Reflect, oh man! and well rememberThat dull old age is dark December;For soon the year of life is gone,When hoary...
Fragment 3 Come, come thou bleak December wind
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Come, come thou bleak December wind,And blow the dry leaves from the tree!Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, DeathAnd take a Life that wearies me.
On December 21 by Amos Russel Wells
Now let the weather do its worst,
With frost and sleet and blowing,
Rage like a beldam wild and curst,
And have its fill of snowing.
Now let the ice in savage vise
Grip meadow, brook, and branches,
Down from the north pour winter forth
In roaring avalanches.
December By Drew Osmond
Never Have I felt a December
So cold, so lonely.
The walk along the lake,
That changed a fate
The stumble in the snow,
I didn’t let go.
Bittersweet December by Christina
So tired of all the memories
It brings me back to you
And I can’t help but wonder
How I’ll go on another year
Fighting all these demons
That remind me you’re not here
December by Joseph Herron
Child of the grand old winter,
December floateth by;
And the ground without is bare and white
As the moon in the cloudless sky.
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