Category Archives: Poem

English & Nepali Poems.

Love Without Hope – Robert Graves

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by. Advertisements

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Hope – Krantol Northic

Hope is the sweet, sweet scent of flowers in the morning Hope is the cool gentle breeze on a warm summer’s day Hope is the knowledge of stability from a son in mourning Hope is the bright shining light keeping … Continue reading

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Funny Bone – Simon Gowen

I need to ask a question While I’m sitting here alone Why on earth did someone name The elbow, Funny Bone? Ev’ry time I bang it The last thing on my mind Is laughing out in ecstasy, And shouting something … Continue reading

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Funny Features – David Darbyshire

Barking dogs not a bone, whining cats lots of rats. Chirping birds comes a cyclone, buzzing bee’s honey please. This is our nature at it’s best, do you realize that we are blessed? Without these little creatures, and their funny … Continue reading

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Funny Feet – Connie Webb

I used to complain About my big funny looking feet And a friend said, “Hey they were made that way, Because when you are sad And hanging your head low They give you something To smile at.”

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Mirror – Victor Osorio

Would you trade places? To live my life To be me To feel my pain Would you ignore a friend? Move on in life Pretend not to know Would you not enjoy music? Knowing that you love it But, not … Continue reading

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The Mirror – Robert Creeley

Seeing is believing. Whatever was thought or said, these persistent, inexorable deaths make faith as such absent, our humanness a question, a disgust for what we are. Whatever the hope, here it is lost. Because we coveted our difference, here … Continue reading

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