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  Nov 2017 asia
Walt Whitman
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
    oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
    themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
    neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer
    of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
    hid—I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and
    prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who
    shall be ****’d, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
    laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out
    upon,
See, hear, and am silent.
  Nov 2017 asia
Dante Alighieri
Love and the gentle heart are one same thing,
Even as the wise man in his ditty saith.
Each, of itself, would be such life in death
As rational soul bereft of reasoning.
'Tis Nature makes them when she loves: a king
Love is, whose palace where he sojourneth
Is call'd the Heart; there draws he quiet breath
At first, with brief or longer slumbering.
Then beauty seen in virtuous womankind
Will make the eyes desire, and through the heart
Send the desiring of the eyes again;
Where often it abides so long enshrined
That Love at length out of his sleep will start.
And women feel the same for worthy men.
  Nov 2017 asia
Samm Marie
You are wonderful
You are intelligent
And creative
You are filled with infinite possibilities
And I believe in you
You are strong and bold
It's okay to hurt
To be sad
To feel lower than low
It's not over
Infinity is in your favor
Just breathe
Because you are a beautiful
Soul
Built to overcome
Because although imperfect
You are simply perfect
  Nov 2017 asia
Angie S
every song sounds the same to me
somehow they bring me to you
i want to imagine you here,
humming along with every tune
every color looks the same to me
each hue of the rainbow i remember
in shades of you; all the leaves
melt into the same shade of november
every aroma smells the same to me
flowers and memories are just as sweet
if i could i would send you a million,
if it could make you think of me

every thought i have is the same, too
it all reminds me of you, you, you
this is my second year of "nanowrimo". i don't actually follow the rules of nanowrimo; i write one poem every day of the month. this is my second poem! i tried to make a pseudo-sonnet.

my poetry sounds the same to me
it's all about you, you, you
  Nov 2017 asia
XIII
A flower picked
may be short-lived,
but its birth
and death
was meant
to celebrate
this event,
of having courage
to love again.
asia Nov 2017
my heart was broken
by a boy with eyes of the
sea, forest, and stars.

he is the reason
that i am so different
from the girl i was.
two haiku on a heartbreak.
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