A Collection of Beautiful Poems

By: Sheila Donovan
Brazil
Combien - De- Fois
Time and again I hear your voice,
Time and again I have the choice,
To sit and dream of you and I,
To remember; don't have to try.

Once in a while, feel deep sorrow,
Knowing I won't see you next tomorrow.
Once in a while, take a deep breath.
I didn't know I had such wealth.

"Combien De Fois? "Combien De Fois?"
I wonder always where you are?
Behind some cloud, trailing in the breeze,
Hiding amongst raindrops, caressing the trees

This constant searching for you,
Keeps me busy, and the whole time through,
I gaze at that far away star
"Combien De Foise?" "Combien De Foise?"

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By: Elisabeth Karlberg
Angelholm, Sweden

My Nest
Gently you put me with your loving wings
within your warm heart, where turtle doves always sing
you built my nest in a secret oak tree
a nest so free, made of passion and flowers of eternity
you taught me what I needed to know
by showing my heart all senses and how to grow
the most beautiful song you sang for me
with a voice so clear, filled with love and an honest melody
sheltered by you from rain, storm and snow
until I was safe again and the sun was glittering in the rainbow
I still love you, your love has meant a lot
even now when the nest has fallen down
and the singing turtle doves are the only thing I've got

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By:Adebayo Olabisi
Saki, Oyo Nigeria

Thoughts In The Rain
It rained cats and dogs into the pots
Forcing all to sit and stare in the huts;
But their minds nursed different thoughts:
The slave's - that the day's job was naught
And the Lord's - that the morrow is for double plot..
The old cold war and rough tough tug of thought

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By: Pauline D'Roza
Fosses Cedex, France

Hymn For a Lasting Peace
The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
Let nation not fight nation,
Let race not conquer race,
Let the strong not commit invasion,
Let all men share Earth's grace.
Ban aggression of any kind,
Ban all arms production,
Ban man's violence against mankind,
Ban all forms of destruction.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.

The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
To save the snow capped mountains,
To save the depths of the seas,
To save the springs and fountains,
To save the birds and the bees;
That farms and forests flourish,
That rivers and streams flow pure,
That fields give life and nourish,
That Earth's great seasons endure.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.

The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That man may walk upon Earth,
That he will find an open door,
That there be the rights of birth,
That man destroys not, be the law;
That each to his faith can hold,
That homes and gardens are safe,
That not a child dies in the cold,
That not a child is a hungry waif.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.

The world needs a lasting peace if man is to survive:
That Human Rights be for all men,
That every injustice should cease,
That Human Rights protects all men,
That all men can find perfect peace;
That there be but one brotherhood,
That the land, sea and sky be free,
That progress be for the common good,
That peace everlasting will be.
It is for a lasting peace that man has got to strive.

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By: Bridget Pearson
Navenne, France

Hail Africa
Hail Africa,
Full of race,
The lords be with you,
You are cursed among nations,
And black flesh, the fruit of your soil, is cursed.
Holy Africa,
Mother of humans,
Cry for us, killers,
Now, and at the hour
Of your death,
Amen!

شكرررا زيتونة على الاختيار الجيد والموفق
قصيدتان رائعتين في التعبير
اقرا هذه الايام شعرا فائق الروعة لصمويل كولريدج فهل قراتى من اعماله شيئا
ثانيا شكرا ونترقب المزيد

salamz Zumrawi, real glad 2 hear from u... walahee i used 2 always read for Thomas Hardy and certain poem writers, but i decided that i will just read for everyone now, n i found some good poets,.... just never ran into ur writer... samuel..hmmm, 4got z last name... but anyhow.. if u got any poems of his, i'd luv 2 read them, or just send me a website of his works or somethin... thnx again, real glad 2 share z luv 4 poetry wit u
ME ME ME

Salam Zaytoona , thanks for having the same interest in poetry , i never read for thomas hardy though i am in USA ,i might read for him after the semester
i will look for the website of Samuel Colredge

salamz ya zumrawi,... Thomas is a gr8 writer... i knew him cuz they basically "forced" us 2 read his novel "Tess Of The D'Ubervills" in grade 12 or somethin.. been a long time, but u'd b surprised how many times i read it afterwords...he's one of z greatest writers of z end of the 1800s n z early 1900s... u should definetly read for him n i strongly recommend "Tess..". "far from z maddenin cloud" and "Jude z obsecure"... and one that i still havn't gone 2 read yet, but i'll if i get my hands on it.. called "a pair of blue eyes"... what i really like 'bout the guy is his darin style of writin n his explicit ability to use symbolism (my favourite form in writin)... give it a thought.. z guy is worth it anyhow..


here's one of his poems..

Thomas Hardy (1840–192. Wessex Poems and Other Verses. 1898.

31. Her Immortality


UPON a noon I pilgrimed through
A pasture, mile by mile,
Unto the place where I last saw
My dead Love’s living smile.

And sorrowing I lay me down 5
Upon the heated sod:
It seemed as if my body pressed
The very ground she trod.

I lay, and thought; and in a trance
She came and stood me by— 10
The same, even to the marvellous ray
That used to light her eye.

“You draw me, and I come to you,
My faithful one,” she said,
In voice that had the moving tone 15
It bore in maidenhead.

She said: “‘Tis seven years since I died:
Few now remember me;
My husband clasps another bride;
My children mothers she. 20

My brethren, sisters, and my friends
Care not to meet my sprite:
Who prized me most I did not know
Till I passed down from sight.”

I said: “My days are lonely here; 25
I need thy smile alway:
I’ll use this night my ball or blade,
And join thee ere the day.”

A tremor stirred her tender lips,
Which parted to dissuade: 30
“That cannot be, O friend,” she cried;
“Think, I am but a Shade!

“A Shade but in its mindful ones
Has immortality;
By living, me you keep alive, 35
By dying you slay me.

“In you resides my single power
Of sweet continuance here;
On your fidelity I count
Through many a coming year.” 40

—I started through me at her plight,
So suddenly confessed:
Dismissing late distaste for life,
I craved its bleak unrest.

“I will not die, my One of all!— 45
To lengthen out thy days
I’ll guard me from minutest harms
That may invest my ways!”

She smiled and went. Since then she comes
Oft when her birth-moon climbs, 50
Or at the seasons’ ingresses
Or anniversary times;

But grows my grief. When I surcease,
Through whom alone lives she,
Ceases my Love, her words, her ways, 55
Never again to be!