Hi friends
This thread is devoted to English poetry only. I know many of you like English poems. So keep posting here .
I will start with William Blake’s one very beautiful poem
The Sick Rose
O Rose thou art sick
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Now your turn. Keep posting 
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*I Carry Your Heart With Me
By: E.E. Cummings
*
I carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
No fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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I carry your heart…beautiful one :k:
Thanks Gaia for posting here and 
to poetry forum 
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I’m glad you made this thread. You’ll be seeing me around here a little more
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I am hoping to see your posts here often now
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"A Farewell"
by Amy Levy
The sad rain falls from Heaven,
A sad bird pipes and sings ;
I am sitting here at my window
And watching the spires of "King's."
O fairest of all fair places,
Sweetest of all sweet towns!
With the birds, and the greyness and greenness,
And the men in caps and gowns.
All they that dwell within thee,
To leave are ever loth,
For one man gets friends, and another
Gets honour, and one gets both.
The sad rain falls from Heaven;
My heart is great with woe--
I have neither a friend nor honour,
Yet I am sorry to go.
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its sad but still a very beautiful one :k:
and Hadeel I welcome you here
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***I am waiting and hoping and wishing for the time,
when we can be together again!
I Miss You!
Thoughts of you are always in my heart...
I Miss You!
My world is lonely when you are not with me.
Missing you so much!
You are the sun in my day,
the wind in my sky,
the waves in my ocean and
the beat in my heart...
I Miss You...
When I Miss You... I just close my eyes & I am with you!***
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****Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
a poem by Christopher Brennan
**If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.
Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.**
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***REFLECTION OF MY SOUL
***In my mind there are
Long and dark tunnels
And an array of silken thread
That intermingles
And in my heart there
Is a rainbow of colors
I try to make a picture
But it only blurrs
But why is it that whenever
I'm with you
The picture becomes crystal clear
I see you walk through the tunnels
Without any fear
The rainbow of my heart
Reflects on your face
The colours seem to have
Finally found the right place
You weave the silken thread
And a beautiful pattern is knit
The cloth has an array of colors
And your name is woven on it
Why is it that I have found
My own self in you?
Maybe you are the substance
And I just a hazy hue
I am just parts of a jigsaw
Puzzle and you the whole
Or may be I am just a
Reflection of your true soul
**
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**Li*nes Written In Early Spring
William Wordsworth
***I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
*********[Really like this one..]
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^ this an amazing one :k:
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hmm good shares everyone
Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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Because I could not stop for Death (712)
by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
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A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.
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beautiful :k:*
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We were taught this in class 5 i think. I liked it then. I like it now.
**
LEISURE
**
by William Henry Davies
*
**What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare***.
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**Quiet Work
by Matthew Arnold**
One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,
One lesson which in every wind is blown,
One lesson of two duties kept at one
Though the loud world proclaim their enmity--
Of toil unsever'd from tranquility!
Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose,
Too great for haste, too high for rivalry.
Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring,
Man's fitful uproar mingling with his toil,
Still do thy sleepless ministers move on,
Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting;
Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil,
Laborers that shall not fail, when man is gone.
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**The Cookie Thief
**A woman was waiting at the airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
As the gustly “cookie thief” diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I’d blacken his eye!”
With each cookie she took, he took one too.
When only one was left, she wondered what he’d do.
with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, and he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, “Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he’s also so rude,
Why, he didn’t even show any gratitude!”
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look at the “thieving ingrate”.
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There were her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!
“If mine are here,” she moaned with despair.
“Then the others were his and he tried to share!”
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!!!
Valerie Cox**
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If you laugh at my corny, but 100% authenic, written on-demand, in the last 2 minutes while staring at the screen, poem. I'll never post here again...(ok that's a jokee...i'll still post because good things take time to process. I'll continue to display my talent...so you may realize what great talent really is.)
Here goes nothing...
Why
Why should you do
what you want to do
when you have no clue
It's a hot mess
by the time you're through
Huffing and puffing
Strolling and bluffing
you act without proof
you're the one elders warned about
you're like an incomplete assignment due
you're a one stop shopper
you're a daisy cutter dropper
you'll leave by the night
we'll be sorting out the mess
we'll be dealing with the fuss
we'll be hoping for the best
we'll be home to the worst
we'll be target of the rest
you'll be home safe and cozy
we'll always be neighbors to the nosey
always on the look out
always on the nightwatch
waiting for when the curfew is due
please leave us be
be all you can be
go home and sleep
no more madness and chaos
no more do more, cursing and whining
no more bleep, no more squeak
we want out, we know how to shout
we knew you were trouble
the day your flag flew
so hustlers, homies, and players
industrialists, journos, and khakis
think of what we need to do!