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A dream
Edgar Allan Poe - 1827

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
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I like this poem because I like the way how Poe describe a dream to us. Dream, for him, is like the thing that lead his spirit, his determination, his soul. It’s the time that he can escape from a nightmare in a wake time, and I love his idea.

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If you forget me
Pablo Neruda - 1952

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

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I love this poem because it really relates to our society nowadays, where fake love is common. So, love is a strong feeling that each lovers has to give to each other, not just only one side. This may sound defensive, but I gradually agree with it everyday.

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Freedom in the wind
Cherry Ann - 2013

I look for you,
but you’ve disappeared.
Leaving me to drown,
my feelings swallowing me whole.
You went away,
left me to fade.
I didn’t know why, what to do.
So I ran out the door,
I took to the sky,
and I flew.
Away from the world.
Leaving the cage you trapped me in.
I soared to my freedom,
never looked back.
Free as a bird.
Free in the air.
I sail through the sky.
A freedom I never knew.
It fills my heart,
A new wonder.
Wind whipping my hair,
trailing me freely.
Saved by the wind,
not by you.
I glide through the air,
calm now.
For I have found,
Freedom in the Wind.
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I really like this poem because I love the idea that wind is the symbol of freedom, and I love it. This poem tells us not to let someone bring you down, or capture you. You must love yourself, and be free to take care of yourself, and let the wind hugs you and takes you to somewhere that fulfill your heart.

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I heard the world crying
Randy L. McClave - 2019

I heard the world crying
As though she was dying,
And then came the rain
As though sympathy to her pain,
She was being polluted
And her body was being looted,
Myself and a million more sighed;
She just cried.

I heard the world moan
But, she was not alone,
I and a million more didn't like how she was treated
She was used, and abused, and cheated,
She gave us all a home to live
But, we took, we destroyed and we didn't give,
Promises to help her were broken and unkept;
She just wept.

I heard the world grieve
Maybe from what she couldn't believe,
Pollution it was now everywhere
And seemingly to her, no one did care,
They dug inside of her for coal and oil
They polluted her waters and the air and the soil,
And when man's protection for her failed;
She again wailed.

I heard the world howl
Then I heard her growl,
With her mighty winds and storms
From all of nature's platforms,
But, we won't care and we won't listen
Then will come an instant frisson,
We will ignore, and then us the world will deny;
She will die
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I like this poem because of how he writes about humanity in the earth's perspective.
This poem tells us what we have done to our planet. And in my understanding, poet simply uses meditation technique using earth to visualize what have human done to planet since our existence.

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Sparkle, Sparkle Little Star!
Omar Ibrahim - 2009

sparkle, sparkle little star
in your vast space in the galaxy very far
nothing can mach your beauty and power
your face! how pretty! like the face of my flower

very very big, but somehow small
in my eyes like the insect standing on the wall
a baby raises his arms, thinking you're a ball
but he feels disappointed as you're not ready to fall

sparkle, sparkle little star
sparkle and send your rays very far
there is a plant in need for your grace
and I need to meditate in your beautiful face

who can stop your shining bright
who can avoid your heat and light
only when you hide in the shadows of the night
the others have to twinkle in their colour white
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I like this poem because I really like stars. And I like how this poem said that don't stop shining bright, like the stars that never shut their radiant. When I read this, I interpreted that we have to twinkle our life like a star, and don't let the other things block your twinkle, bright life.

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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye - 1932

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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I really like this poem because it’s notified us that we shouldn’t be tangled or stuck by someone’s death. It doesn’t mean we can’t miss them, but we should know that even someone’s body has died, their presence will still live on with us all the time we miss them. And I also love when it’s telling us what they’re being when they passed away.

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Family Means Different Things

Kelly Roper

Family means different things to different people.

To some, family means mom, dad and the kids.
To others, family means single parents doing the job of two to make a home.
To some, family means living with grandparents too.
To others, family is the aunt or uncle who has stepped up to fill in for parents.
To some, family means two moms or two dads growing a family together.
To others, family means two people multiplying their love through adoption.
To some, family is limited to blood relations.
To others, family includes friends who are there through thick and thin.
To some, family is all about the people in their lives.
To others, pets are considered family members too.

Yes, family means different things to different people,
But every family has one thing in common, and that's love.

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I like this poem because how poet repeatedly use to some and to others. It’s a really interesting way to write a poem. And because it said about the family so true, even people count who whether be your family or not, but every family has the same big beautiful thing in common, love.

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Alone
Edgar Allan Poe - 1875

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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I like this poem because while I reading this poem, I can immediately feel the sorrow and the world that he was trapped. And when he thought about childhood, his stormy life was drawn out. This is very impressive way to reminisce the childhood.

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Nature’s Lullaby
Theo Williams - 2012

Sounds of singing birds so early in the morn
Is a beauty in life that no one can adorn.

Soothing peace of waves gently caressing the sand
Like embracing lovers, amidst placidity they stand.

The scent of flowers, paint a smile on thy face
Surrounded by nature's love, most peaceful escape.

Showered by warmth and richness from heavenly rays
Extracting the best of thy soul, glowing every day.

Night befalls; the bright moon so tender
To nature's love and heart I surrender.

I lay my head down and say goodbye
To nature's beauty; my sweet lullaby.
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I like this poem because it effectively conveys the calmness of someone who satisfied by the nature. When I read this poem, I can see myself impressed with nature at some cottage amidst the green field or forest, and I can’t wait to make it comes true!

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Nothing Permanent

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal - 2009

You find nothing permanent
Disappearance sudden after moment
Will be called dead if no movement?
Life standstill with no comment

Leaves start falling in season
Make the way for some reason
New and fresh branches start to boom
Flowers all over and no more gloom

It is natural law and complete cycle
Nothing stays as matter of miracle
Life all over even in small particles
Tiny cells and smallest molecules

Any living things will have to go
Staying here may have to forgo
It is simple way of changing style
Season after season may change for while

Person should change so also habits
Credits should be more than the debits
Neither to stick nor to be habitual
Allow it to go simple as casual

Change is welcome for all the reasons
It may vary from person to persons
Some may like old and not to change
Some may opt for new and ready to exchange

Adapting to change is welcome sign
Nature may force you to accept and resign
Initial resistance is bound to occur
After some hesitation you got to concur

Change is natural and continuous process
Any body can have reason and access
Must think deeply and accept the change
Reconcile to self and set to arrange
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I like this poem because I loved, and maybe lived with the idea that "You have to face changes, whoever you are." And I like the way this poem said about changes and told the readers that we have to open our minds and face changes in our life.