Poems And Quotes

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an annual, so he wouldn’t have to wait for the flowers.

He said, Mark, I have just the place for it!
as if he’d spent ninety-eight years

anticipating the arrival of this particular vine.

I thought poetry a brace against time,
the hours held up for study in a voice’s cool saline,

but his allegiance is not to permanent forms.
His garden’s all furious change,

budding and rot and then the coming up again;

why prefer any single part of the round?
I don’t know that he’d change a word of it;

I think he could be forever pleased
to participate in motion. Something opens.

He writes it down. Heave steadies
and concentrates near the lavender. He’s already there.

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by Mark Doty

When the rain falls
So does Heaven

When God calls
So does Heaven

When we don’t know
Heaven does

When we won’t forgive
Heaven does

When we cry
So does Heaven
The tears come pouring as rain

Heaven isn’t the things around us
Heaven is what is around us

It effects us
And we effect it
Let’s make the best of it

by

Alandra Nicole Moreira

O my mind,
Time and again
You have broken my heart
With false promises.
You are so cruel!
You are such a liar!
Even though my heart is broken,
It is healing the wounds
You have inflicted on my dedication-life.

by

Sri Chinmoy.

My sad heart,
I really love you.
But I really do not know
How to make you happy.
I am trying so hard.
I have been trying so hard.
I shall be trying
The same way.
But alas, my sad heart,
Will I ever see you happy
Even once in this
Undivine and hostile incarnation?

by

Sri Chinmoy.

Take heed of loving me;
At least remember I forbade it thee;
Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste
Of breath and blood, upon thy sighs and tears,
By being to thee then what to me thou wast;
But so great joy our life at once outwears;
Then, lest thy love by my death frustrate be,
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.

Take heed of hating me,
Or too much triumph in the victory;
Not that I shall be mine own officer,
And hate with hate again retaliate;
But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror
If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate;
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.

Yet, love and hate me too;
So, these extremes shall neither’s office do;
Love me, that I may die the gentler way;
Hate me, because thy love is too great for me;
Or let these two themselves, not me, decay;
So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be;
Lest thou thy love and hate and me undo,
To let me live, O love and hate me too.

by:  John Donne

On his birthday
He was both happy and unhappy.
He was happy because
His friends were congratulating him.
He was unhappy because
He had accomplished so little
During so many years on earth.

by- Sri Chinmoy