What A Rose Can Say Poem by Margie Driver
A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine,
A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind,
A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be,
A rose can say I miss you and wish you were here with me,
A rose can say I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way,
A rose can say get well soon, May God bless you today,
A rose can say I wish you happiness, and the best for you each day.
A rose can say farewel when someone goes away,
A rose can say hello, I’m thinking of you today,
There’s just so many wonderful things that a rose can say,
A rose can say goodbye when a love one is laid to rest,
No matter what there is to say, a rose can say it best.

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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You Poem by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

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Cross Poem by Langston Hughes

My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m going to die,
Being neither white nor black?

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New Year

By Bei Dao

a child carrying flowers walks toward the new year
a conductor tattooing darkness
listens to the shortest pause
hurry a lion into the cage of music
hurry stone to masquerade as a recluse
moving in parallel nights
who's the visitor? when the days all
tip from nests and fly down roads
the book of failure grows boundless and deep
each and every moment's a shortcut
I follow it through the meaning of the East
returning home, closing death's door

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Eagle And The Hare

Gliding high on outstretched wings
Golden eagle floats upon the wind
High above Scottish Glen, eyes searching
Swaying heather far below seeking prey.
Nervous hare, nose twitching, ever fearful
Standing on hind legs looking for danger
Not seeing death above upon the wing
Feeling safe returns to eating grass.
Eagle folding wings drops to kill
Silent and deadly, talons open to grab
Hare terrified as talons dig into fur and flesh
Snatched screaming away to be eaten.

Colin Ian Jeffery

The Brain — is wider than the Sky —
For — put them side by side —
The one the other will contain
With ease — and You — beside —

The Brain is deeper than the sea —
For — hold them — Blue to Blue —
The one the other will absorb —
As Sponges — Buckets — do —

The Brain is just the weight of God —
For — Heft them — Pound for Pound —
And they will differ — if they do —
As Syllable from Sound —

Friday is a day of the week
That gives employment a break
TGIF is an acronym for relief
Releasing you from a mind ache

Friday is a day that concludes
Never again to be renewed
ABC appropriately describes…
It’s like gum that’s already been chewed

Friday is a pause that offers
A space that is temporally free
It improves the current flow
Whether you are AC and DC

LOL and enjoy the weekend
Breathe deep and smile
Monday is two days away…
So unwind your mind for awhile

"The Mirage Machine" is a poem by Rev Lord C.M. Bechard, and is a multi part work that explores themes of imagination, the human mind, dreams, and reality The author and poet who has published other works onlineYou can Check out the Poem on on our Website

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