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Anger – Tissa Calvert

Anger is the devil inside our locked up souls, Anger is the spirit in which I withhold, Anger such demons who never is told, Anger is which never ever grows old.Anger is a lie when someone’s in trouble, Anger is always there on the … Continue reading

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Anger Feeds Upon Itself – David Keig

Anger is a virusThat needs not even airTo propagate contagionWhenever it is shared. Anger can’t be placed in quarantineTo contain its vicious spreadFor anger feeds upon itselfAnd burns a flaming red. Anger is all consumingAnger does not desistFrom destroying sensibilitiesIn … Continue reading

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Anger – Vidyadhar Durgekar

Searing reason and rationale, With the seething rage of rash, Like the red blaze in the wild jungle, Anger, in its impulsive brash, Melts all hope’s and dreams to ash;

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A Japanese Wood-Carving – Amy Lowell

High up above the open, welcoming door  It hangs, a piece of wood with colors dim.  Once, long ago, it was a waving tree  And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves  Of forest trees, in a thick eastern … Continue reading

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A Little Song – Amy Lowell

When you, my Dear, are away, away,  How wearily goes the creeping day.  A year drags after morning, and night  Starts another year of candlelight.  O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!  Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.  Whirl … Continue reading

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To A Friend – Amy Lowell

I ask but one thing of you, only one,  That always you will be my dream of you;  That never shall I wake to find untrue  All this I have believed and rested on,  Forever vanished, like a vision gone  … Continue reading

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The Pond – Amy Lowell

Cold, wet leaves Floating on moss-colored water,  And the croaking of frogs- Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. 

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