ERASE POEMS

Alone

When everything's dead
and you're the only survivor.
When everything's gone
with no hope to go on.
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Duwayne Frieslaar

How Many Times

How many times?

How many times does it get before it start to count?
He said it was needed just so she can fall in line
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Ademijuwon Adebagbo

That Time Is Not Far Away

That time is not far away, when you too will love me.
At that time, you want to be humble.
But no, your fate will find Deirdar-e-Man.

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Murari Lal

The Fraternal Duel

‘Oh! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!
I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:
Nought is so dreadful to my gloom as light!
Nothing so dismal as the blaze of day!
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Matilda Betham

The Old Playhouse

You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
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Kamala Das

In A Country

My love and I are inventing a country, which we
can already see taking shape, as if wheels were
passing through yellow mud. But there is a prob-
lem: if we put a river in the country, it will thaw
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Larry Levis

It's Still You

I gave it all,
To let go,
Yet, the scar still remains fresh.

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Thejasenuo Peseyie

Freedom Xiv

And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom."

And he answered:

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Khalil Gibran

Folk Tune

It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up,
it's more like high time for the lad's last nap.
And the scarf-waving lass who wished him the best
drives a steamroller across his chest.
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Joseph Brodsky

Guy Of The Temple

Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sun,
And from his hot face fades the crimson flush
Veiled in death's herald-shadows sick and gray.
Silent and dark the sombre valley lies
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John Hay

Love's Plea

I love thee, my darling, both now and forever,
My heart feels the thralldom of love's mystic spell,
'Tis fettered with shackles which nothing can sever,
To the heart which responds to its passionate swell.
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Alfred Castner King

After

Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
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Robert Browning

Emptying Town

I want to erase your footprints
from my walls. Each pillow
is thick with your reasons. Omens

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Nick Flynn

Fragment On Keats.

ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED -

'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water.
But, ere the breath that could erase it blew,
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Lesson

Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn't choose seems almost insignificant.

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Bill Knott

The Next Poem

How much better it seems now
than when it is finally doneâ??
the unforgettable first line,
the cunning way the stanzas run.
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Dana Gioia

Berrathah

ARGUMENT.

Fingal, in his voyage to Lochlin, whither he had been invited by Starno, the father of Agandecca, touched at Berrathon an island of Scandinavia, where he was kindly entertained by Larthmor, the petty king of the place, who was a vassal of the supreme kings of Lochlin. The hospitality of Larthmor gained him Fingal's friendship, which that hero manifested, after the imprisonment of Larthmor by his own son, by sending Ossian and Toscar, the father of Malvina, so often mentioned, to rescue Larthmor, and to punish the unnatural behavior of Uthal. Uthal was handsome, and, by the ladies, much admired. Nina-thoma, the beautiful daughter of Tor-thoma, a neighboring prince, fell in love and fled with him. He proved inconstant; for another lady, whose name is not mentioned, gaining his affections, he confined Nina-thoma to a desert island, near the coast of Berrathon. She was relieved by Ossian, who, in company with Toscar, landing on Berrathon, defeated the forces of Uthal, and killed him in single combat. Nina-thoma, whose love not all the bad behavior of Uthal could erase, hearing of his death, died of grief. In the mean time Larthmor is restored, and Ossian and Toscar return in triumph to Fingal.

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James Macpherson

The Face Of Qana

The face of Qana
Pale, like that of Jesus
and the sea breeze of Aprilâ?¦
Rains of blood.. and tears..
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Nizar Qabbani

Empty My Heart, Of Thee

587

Empty my Heart, of Thee-
Its single Artery-
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Emily Dickinson

Maurine: Part 02

To little birds that never tire of humming
About the garden in the summer weather,
Aunt Ruth compared us, after Helen's coming,
As we two roamed, or sat and talked together.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Easy

Easy and beautiful under
your eyelids
As the meeting of pleasure
Dance and the rest
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Paul Eluard

Ultima Thule: Night

Into the darkness and the hush of night
Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away,
And with it fade the phantoms of the day,
The ghosts of men and things, that haunt the light,
.....

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sonnet Xl. From The Same.

FAR on the sands, the low, retiring tide,
In distant murmurs hardly seems to flow;
And o'er the world of waters, blue and wide,
The sighing summer wind forgets to blow.
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Charlotte Smith

The Defeat Of Youth

I. UNDER THE TREES.

There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapes
Of this and this occasion, sisterly
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Aldous Huxley

Moonlight (ambitious)

Ambitious of their solitary reign,
Whose many-pointed brilliance fills the sky,
The silver moon doth rise in majesty,
And with her splendor shares the stars' domain.
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Clark Ashton Smith

He Heeded Not

Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
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George Macdonald

Ballade Of Summer's Sleep

Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away-
The last sad hours that were touched with her grace-
In the hush where the ghosts of the dead flowers play;
The sleep that is sweet of her slumbering space
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Archibald Lampman

Absolution Ii

UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer,
Look on the sins that made thy life unclean,
Behold how poor thy vaunted virtues were,
How weak thy faith, thy deeds how small and mean,
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Edith Nesbit

Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 - Xxv. - The Last Supper

By Leonardo Da Vinci, In The Refectory Of The Convent Of Maria Della Grazia - Milan.

Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw
Have marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace,
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William Wordsworth

An Epistle - Containing The Strange Medical Experience Of Karshish, The Arab Physician

Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
The not-incurious in God's handiwork
(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,
Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste,
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Robert Browning

Paracelsus: Part V: Paracelsus Attains

Scene. Salzburg; a cell in the Hospital of St. Sebastian. 1541.
Festus, Paracelsus.


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Robert Browning

Felitsa

God-like Tsarevna
Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde!
Whose wisdom matchless
Opened the true path
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Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin

Fragment Of A Satire On Satire

If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains,
And racks of subtle torture, if the pains
Of shame, of fiery Hellâ??s tempestuous wave,
Seen through the caverns of the shadowy grave,
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ballade Of Summer's Sleep

Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away-
The last sad hours that were touched with her grace-
In the hush where the ghosts of the dead flowers play;
The sleep that is sweet of her slumbering space
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Archibald Lampman

The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. - The Island

I.
At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing,
'T is morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay,
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
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Walter Scott (sir)

Invisible Friend

Rain drops to the sound of my tears
thoughts storm clouded,
I wish I could turn back the years
Erase every mistake, every irrational fear
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Faizel Farzee

Blue Bridge

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Geraldine Connolly

For You

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James Whitcomb Riley

Hemingway Never Did This

I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a
train and that they never were recovered.
I can't match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem
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Charles Bukowski

The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. - The Island

I.
At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing,
'T is morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay,
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
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Sir Walter Scott

Arabella Stuart

And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?

Byron
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Voyage

Ã? Maxime du Camp
I
For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.
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Charles Baudelaire

Thus, Woman, Principle Of Life, Speaker Of The Ideal

Would you see
The dark form of the sun
The contours of life
Or be truly dazzled
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Paul Eluard

The City Of Dreadful Night

Per me si va nella citta dolente.

--Dante

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James Thomson

A Debtor To Mercy Alone

A debtor to mercy alone, of covenant mercy I sing;
Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on, my person and offâ??ring to bring.
The terrors of law and of God with me can have nothing to do;
My Saviorâ??s obedience and blood hide all my transgressions from view.
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Augustus Montague Toplady

To A False Friend

Adieu!â??'tis pastâ??the dream is over,
And we are friends no more;
And now my task shall be to smother
Thoughts prized too well beforeâ??
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Louisa Stuart Costello

He Dwelleth In You

Saviour, I thy word believe,
My unbelief remove;
Now thy quick'ning Spirit give,
The unction from above;
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Augustus Montague Toplady

Take My Hands

Take my hands
And let dance to
the beats of our hearts.

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Agaphy

The Widow Of Crescentius : Part Ii.

Hast thou a scene that is not spread
With records of thy glory fled?
A monument that doth not tell
The tale of liberty's farewell?
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Ode To Peace

I. 1.
Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice
From ancient darkness call'd the morn;
And hush'd of jarring elements the noise,
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James Beattie