Category Archives: FAMOUS POETS

The Angel – Poem by William Blake

The Angel

 I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

by:William Blake

Money – Poem by William Henry Davies

Money

When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men’s hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown—
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!

by:William Henry Davies

A Soldier – Poem by Robert Frost

A Soldier – Poem by Robert Frost

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own; 
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.

by:Robert Frost


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Peace – Poem by George Herbert

Peace

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask’d, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.

I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace’s coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.

Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.

At length I met a rev’rend good old man;
Whom when for Peace

I did demand, he thus began:
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.

He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wond’ring at, got some of those
To plant and set.

It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth:
For they that taste it do rehearse
That virtue lies therein;
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sin.

Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
Make bread of it: and that repose
And peace, which ev’ry where
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.

by:George Herbert

Beautiful! – Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Beautiful!

Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful

Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
Beautiful is a disguise
Playing hide and seek inside and outside
Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
Beautiful is delightful and truthful
Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
And the taste of sweet colored red wine
Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life’s cake
When all or nothing is at stake

I am beautiful
You are beautiful
We are beautiful

Beautiful is great
Beautiful is sweet
Beautiful is love
Beautiful is power

Come to me Mr. & Mrs. Beautiful
Let me into your little secret
Of why you are so obedient and dutiful

by:Sylvia Chidi


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My Dream: A Vision Of Peace – Poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre

My Dream: A Vision Of Peace

Where the mountains touch the sky, 
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly, 
A secret place above the crowd, 
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. 

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak, 
And see the soon-to-be we seek. 
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise, 
To the mountains old and wise. 

Climbers climb, it’s time to try, 
Where the mountains touch the sky. 
Take me there. Oh take me now, 
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. 

Where the ocean meets the sky, 
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly, 
A place in DREAMS I know so well, 
The sea inside a single shell. 

Far across the living sea, 
A pale blue possibility, 
Beyond the castles made of sand, 
Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. 

Only DREAMERS need apply, 
Where the ocean meets the sky. 
Take me there. Oh take me now, 
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. 

A common ground for one and all, 
Behind the crystal waterfall, 
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream, 
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. 

Imagine such a goal in sight, 
For red and yellow, black and white… 

New Delhi, Beijing, Kenya, Rome, 
Earth is the place that we call home. 
Baghdad, Belfast, Tel Aviv, 
One race HUMAN, we still believe, 
Come DREAM with me… 

Where the forests reach the sky, 
Wake to DREAMS, and don’t be shy. 
We’ll DREAM the world a thorn-less rose; 
We’ll plant then watch it as it grows. 

We’ll conquer hate with DREAMS of hope, 
We’ll DREAM one big kaleidoscope. 

Whisper now; let the DREAM begin, 
It’s time to trust the truth within. 
This is where we seek and find… 
A place called PEACE for humankind. 

DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high, 
Where the forests reach the sky. 
Take me there. Oh take me now, 
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. 

Now, listen close, the future calls… 
‘Build your bridges and tear down walls! ‘ 
For time has taught and so it seems, 
Realities are born of DREAMS! 

Whisper DREAMS and let them rise, 
To the mountains old and wise.

by:ToddMichael St. Pierre

A Little Girl Lost – Poem by William Blake

A Little Girl Lost – Poem by William Blake

 

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

In the age of gold,
Free from winter’s cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.

Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.

Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o’er heaven’s deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.

To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.

‘Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!’ 

by:William Blake


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