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White Houses

Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman power
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.

poem by Claude McKay
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Marches Of The River

Marches of the river are like serpents,
And dragons are somewhat of the huger serpent.
These gigantic monsters share the skies
With the darker human, who lifts his face at them.
Through the swamp we have the moon and stars,
Allowing fugitives, patrolling goblins shall cry.
They have daggers, explaining the shouting,
Talking to a girl is not a river march,
Talking and conversing makes you a goblin,
You are not a superhuman.
Dragons attract them faster than the skies,
Hugest serpents walk the face of this farcical
Planet, so plane and ordinary, maybe delightful.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Lee Shore

Sleet! and hail! and thunder!
And ye winds that rave,
Till the sands there under
Tinge the sullen wave --

Winds, that like a demon
Howl with horrid note
Round the toiling seaman,
In his tossing boat --

From his humble dwelling
On the shingly shore,
Where the billows swelling
Keep such hollow roar --

From that weeping woman,
Seeking with her cries
Succor superhuman
From the frowning skies --

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poem by Thomas Hood
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Shambhook...

Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers
I loved the reason.
My legs were shaky when I was treading
on the barbs
getting ready for a leap in the unknown.

Somebody said myth was a whore.
It turns the men into sheep.
Tomorrow a person will become a chair
and belief will start a religion.

Superhuman entity is needed
to define the grief
It is not loss of tongue.

The woman takes to hauling
the virgin coal.
A green fire is to be kindled
to show the moon,
the pond is ready for the sacred bath.

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poem by Satish Verma
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The Lee Shore

Sleet! and hail! and thunder!
And ye winds that rave,
Till the sands there under
Tinge the sullen wave --

Winds, that like a demon
Howl with horrid note
Round the toiling seaman,
In his tossing boat --

From his humble dwelling
On the shingly shore,
Where the billows swelling
Keep such hollow roar --

From that weeping woman,
Seeking with her cries
Succor superhuman
From the frowning skies --

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poem by Thomas Hood
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Heaven is a space in the heart

He could see

He could sense

He could desire

Compassion.

He came for love

Finding those deserving-

tell me, why does an angel suffer?

Was God really too high above?

With the stomach of immortalism, the Supreme intellect precedes action

'Cowards die a thousand deaths but the valiant taste of death, but once'- Shakespeare.

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poem by Kamini Arichandran
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The Celebes

DEAR islands of the Orient,
Where Nature's first of love was spent;
Sweet hill-tops of the summered land
Where gods and men went hand in hand
In golden days of sinless earth!
Woe rack the womb of time, that bore
The primal evil to its birth!
It came; the gods were seen no more:
The fields made sacred by their feet,
The flowers they loved, grown all too sweet,
The streams their bright forms mirrored,
The fragrant banks that made their bed,
The human hearts round which they wove
Their threads of superhuman love—
These were too dear and desolate
To sink to fallen man's estate;
The gods who loved them loosed the seas,
Struck free the barriers of the deep,
That rolled in one careering sweep
And filled the land, as 'twere a grave,

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poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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A Moment Of Silence

In the middle of my room
I sat to let my soul speak
As my ears listened keenly
Silence, do not speak

My eyes tightly closed
But still saw myself
Right in-front of me
No matter what I do
I can't forget myself
Silence.....

In silent darkness,
Where I could hear a pin drop
And see tears roll down your cheeks
My heart condemned me
For misjudging and hurting you
I tender my apology...Silence

I am not a superhuman

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poem by Moostef Vosti
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Our Cocker Spaniel

Her name was Agatha, Aggy for short,
More human than a dog, a real good sport,
A friend, a partner and companion too,
Welcoming everyone both old and new.

Her tail would wag a thousand times a day,
Greeting each person met along the way,
So excited by each days events,
Full of energy and using every sense.

She lived, so very happy and content,
Enjoying 'home' and 'shop' life, free from rent,
Dried apricots, her one great loved reward,
But when asleep, 'my goodness' how she snored.

She reached the ripe old age of 12 years plus,
And even at the end there was no fuss,
She drifted very peacefully to sleep,
Of her, we have such memories to keep.

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poem by Ernestine Northover
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When your hero falls

when your heros falls
your heart ceases to exist
all sense of moral values sent to a 6 ft ditch
God, please dont forget me
when your hero falls
your world is so bleak
who's there to inspire me teaching from the prophets (pbuh) got me thinking.
when your hero falls
and you see their hurt
unable to do the superhuman things they use to do
God, please dont forget me
and when i die i hope i'm buried a true muslim and join the ranks of those who helped and showed love to each other
its funny the people who inspire me have mostly passed away my mother the sole survivor of my list of heroes,
I shed a tear when i read Pac's Poem about his hero's fall
its gotten me on my knees hoping my mother never falls
God, please dont forget me and have mercy on those who died life was short for all of us, reading a homicide and scences from a murder scene leaves my soul aged and stressed.
when your hero falls
you cease to function, the everyday activites are thrown out of balance
its why we need find the strength to live and keep your hero's memories alive and never lose faith in god

poem by Hasan Adan
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