..poetry's most powerful lines ever written...

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you are much more than simply dead/  I am a dish for your ashes / I am a fist for your vanished air / the most terrible thing about life/ is finding it gone
'The Unblinking Grief', Charles Bukowski

Piper3

the days of my youth, as i look back on them , seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those  morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger see whirling in the wake of the observation car.

Lolita, Vladamir Nabokov.

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Pungguk Merindukan Bulan
oleh Bayu Ajisantra

aku bagiMu
bagai pungguk merindukan Bulan...
seberapa besar cintaku
terpancung dengan keburukanku

ini mampuku,
hanya segini...
untuk terbang kearahMU,
aku tak akan mampu...

aku tahu,
jika Engkau menolakku,
karena kelemahanku,
karena kebodohanku,

Jika Engkau ijinkan aku,
menjadi debu diKakiMu,
itu lebih baik bagiku,

Akankah
aku kandas disini?
hingga nafasku
yang penghabisan?

aku...
tak mampu terbang kearahMu,
tapi...
aku tak pernah berpaling
dari memandangMu
terus...

akankah Engkau terus...
menolakku?

hanya ini mampuku...
hanya ini

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cilok dari bod awak yg satu lagi kredit @cheergirl

Dear Spammers...

Roses are red violets are blue
Hey spammers ILL FREAKIN' REPORT YOU!
Comin' into mah chatroom being a n00b
You're worse than the flattest boob!

I think your mentally retarded
Go get discarded
Not caring at all if you get banned
Get the hell out before we're all dAmned!

I hoped you liked my poem

refer:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Dear-Spammers-73946651

polkadotdee_5

My fave from english literature book..still remember till now

The Road Not Taken

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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to live in this world you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go
Mary Oliver, In Blackwater Woods

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      “There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)”  
  ―    William Shakespeare,          Romeo and Juliet   

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      “Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.

As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
She was splintered wood and sea water.
They said she reminded them of the war.

On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense.

You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty.

You are her mother.
Why did you not warn her,
hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island
if her thighs are borders?

What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?

Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things

but God,
doesn’t she wear
the world well.”  
  ―    Warsan Shire

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      “So for now,
I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,
And the next time I see you,
I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,
And when I fall asleep beside you
I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,
because I don’t know if I will.
I don’t know if I will.

- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending”  
  ―    Charlotte Eriksson,          Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps   

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      “The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.”  
  ―    Robert Frost

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      “He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.”  
  ―    William Shakespeare,          The Passionate Pilgrim   

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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

'Sonnet XVII', Pablo Neruda

hiddenfigure

seribulan replied at 26-3-2017 09:58 PM
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, / Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through slud ...

My favourite poem too. Xsuka pemilihan The Light Brigade sebagai salah satu sajak tingkatan 4. Romanticizing war

reginagrace

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


- Dylan Thomas

reginagrace

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

- Walter de la Mare

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      “Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall”  
  ―    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,          Ballads and Other Poems   

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      “The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.”  
  ―    W.H. Auden,          Collected Shorter Poems, 1927-1957   

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      “Y algo golpeaba en mi alma,
fiebre o alas perdidas,
y me fui haciendo solo,
descifrando
aquella quemadura
y escribí la primera línea vaga,
vaga, sin cuerpo, pura,
tontería
pura sabiduría
del que no sabe nada,
y vi de pronto
el cielo
desgranado
y abierto.”  
  ―    Pablo Neruda,          Isla Negra: A Notebook   

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      “LIBERTY!
FREEDOM!
DEMOCRACY!
True anyhow no matter how many
Liars use those words.”  
  ―    Langston Hughes