What is the most beautiful poem you have ever read, one that touched you?
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Winter Rain
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There are a couple... A Poem Written by an African Shakespeare Dear white fella Couple things you should know When I born, I black When I grow up, I black When I go in sun, I black When I cold, I black When I scared, I black When I sick, I black And when I die, I still black. You white fella When you born, you pink When you grow up, you white When you go in sun, you red When you cold, you blue When you scared, you yellow When you sick, you green And when you die, you grey. And you have the cheek to call me colored????? And.... RISK To laugh is to risk appearing a fool To weep is to risk appearing sentimental To reach out for another is to risk involvement To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self To place your ideal, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss To love is to risk not being loved in return To live is to risk dying To hope is to risk despair To try is to risk failure Yet risks must be taken Because the greatest hazard in life is risking NOTHING The person who risks nothing Does nothing Has nothing Is nothing Self-realisation is harder than Self Sacrifice
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One that I wrote Rights and Privileges Do you know the difference? You have the right to be alive Not more than that The rest are privileges Health and happiness are not rights Love is not a right We have the joy of loving or being loved To this no strings are attached How far we have gone from truth Simple ways of man based on stupidity Many would have me change They feel they have the right Deciding what is the best path for me Fools I have the privilege of knowing another Never a right to change them Never the right to speak or think or feel That change is a needed That would be taking my self out of place Playing a god Marc Kostner September 16, 2008
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The dear on pine mountain where there are no falling leaves knows the coming of autumn only by the sound of his own voice.
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Ode to a nightingale - Keats. All of Wilfred Oven's poems on the futility of war.
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Billy Corgan's lyrics from the Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness album, or just about any of C.S. Lewis' poems
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I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair, I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it... I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call, but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you; not even close; not even a little bit; not even at all. It works for me : )
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i carry your heart ,i carry it with me .............. i thank it is By; E.E.gummings
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There comes a time in life When those who are really close to us, seems so far And those who are far seem so close. When people who stand by you during the hard times Are now seems to be the reason for hardship itself. When the hands that once rocked the cradle, Seems to be the hand that is rocking your dream castle. When Love of life, who vowed to live and die together Is now succumbed under the worldly pressure. When there seems more doubts and fear, And you are in dilemma who to trust and who to share The litmus test, which will serve you best Is to trust the ones, who know you best, Those who stay with you and loves you the same No matter how you play the game They love you for what you are Even after knowing all your good, bad and ugly scars.
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