"soe" poems
When all desire at last and all regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
And teach the unforgetful to forget?
Shall Peace be still a sunk stream long unmet,—
Or may the soul at once in a green plain
Stoop through the spray of some sweet life-fountain
And cull the dew-drenched flowering amulet?
Ah! when the wan soul in that golden air
Between the scriptured petals softly blown
Peers breathless for the gift of grace unknown,
Ah! let none other written spell soe’er
But only the one Hope’s one name be there,—
Not less nor more, but even that word alone.
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I used to tend to sunflowers,
Nurtured and nurished their seeds,
Through soft songs and flourished hours,
Their beauty a mirror to my needs,
It feeds a hole in my life's fabric,
One I cared not for to stitch in time,
So the hole has become a scar and what's tragic,
Is my sunflowers died and buried into that hole of mine,
I have spent years regretting,
Pulling away pettles and crying over the fact they won't regrow,
But though I knew not at the time I wasnt letting,
My sunflowers growing new and so,
In time I came to remember,
Something I concede that I should already know,
That the rotten dreams of last December,
Are mulch from which new sunflowers will grow,
So what if the sunflowers of my past may never not return,
So what if my fabrics torn and gaping gap will never mend,
The new seeds that I soe are now my new concern,
I have new sunflowers now to tend.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
RAHEN THAKATI RAHI ANKHE ,
RAHO ME TERE HUMDAM,
KE KABHI TUMAKO BHI PHURASAT ** ,
MILANE KO HUM SE,
SANSE CHALTI RAHI KE JIYA,
SOCHA MILUGA TUMASE,
YE SOCH AB TAK NA SOE MERI ANKHE.......................♥
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
The sense of the world is short,
Long and various the report,—
To love and be beloved;
Men and gods have not outlearned it,
And how oft soe'er they've turned it,
'Tis not to be improved.
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I have a horse - a ryghte good horse -
Ne doe Y envye those
Who scoure ye playne yn headye course
Tyll soddayne on theyre nose
They lyghte wyth unexpected force
Yt ys - a horse of clothes.
I have a saddel - "Say'st thou soe?
Wyth styrruppes, Knyghte, to boote?"
I sayde not that - I answere "Noe" -
Yt lacketh such, I woote:
Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!
Parte of ye fleecye brute.
I have a bytte - a ryghte good bytte -
As shall bee seene yn tyme.
Ye jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte;
Yts use ys more sublyme.
Fayre Syr, how deemest thou of yt?
Yt ys - thys bytte of rhyme.
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Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain—
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design—
According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure—
Content, soe’er, it ornament
His absent character.
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Eye hav a higgoramous, shee tort me orl I knoe
Sheez a clevar Higgoramous az Higorrami goe
Shee tort me orl mi spelin and wen eye pik mi no’s
Ter wypit on der carpit knot rubbit on mi close
Sum peepul saye herz higgorrunt an saye dat shee iz fik
I ate dem orrid peepul dey reely mayk mee sik
I ope dat shee gitz pregerant an az a littel cubb
Eye’ll fead er lotz of kandie an uthar luvly grubb
Eye’ll elp er mummie baff er eye’ll chainge er durty nappie
Shee’ll bee soe qoot an cudelsum shee’l mayk mee viry appy
An wen der cubb gitz biggar shee’ll plae wiv mee an kis
An evariwun wil real eyes dat higgoramous’s iz bliss :-)
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
Just Know
Most people change, some don’t
Some swim or sink, while others float
I don’t think I’m him, For I am no joke
I need to plant the seeds to grow
For I bleed and reap what I soe
I get what I give, So I give my all,
Just Know.
Thee Mind, Body & Soul, Be all of me, from head to toe.
To Heal. To Learn. To Grow.
To Just Know!
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
I've always heard silence is golden
but, what if your voice is stolen
Is it then as precious as gold
or is it more like steel bars bitter and cold
I've always been told the grass isn't greener on the other side
sometimes I wonder and sometimes I think they lied
I have heard on the wind, you reep what you soe
I ponder this as I weep for a foe
All these expressions , these old wise tales
They try to nutshell the human nature
All that we fail and all that we hail
I believe life is short
we must set sail , we must leave port
Explore the relm on which we grace
Hand in hand and face to face
Love all that you hold dear
cherish every hug and every tear
Never ...ever live in fear
Always follow your heart,
but let your mind co-pilot
Hold on to your pride
but keep it in your pocket
Live your dreams
but,don't dream your life
Your life is a vessel upon a vast sea
Do you want to be the sail that guides your way
or continue being the anchor that holds you down today.......
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 3:37 AM UTC
"Bahwa bukan kesedihan yang nyala
Di ruang mata, melainkan hakikat rela"
(Kisah Soe Harry, 2 - Astrajingga Asmasubrata)
aku datang padamu dengan surah yasin
dan rasa ingin
bertemu yang tak bisa dicukupkan oleh
simpuh sujud
seorang anak yang imannya sedang
runtuh. ayat
demi ayat menjelma percakapan kita
tentang hakikat
hidup dan mati: tentang hidup adalah
seluruhnya ibadah
dan mati adalah nikmat tertinggi. mad
dan waqaf menjelma tempatku berhenti:
tempat aku
meluruhkan air mata saat terbayang
wajahmu yang
tak bisa lagi kupandangi. aku bertanya
seberapa rindukah
tuhan padamu tetapi tak ada jawaban
meski telah aku
cari di setiap lembar yang sebentar lagi
menuju akhir.
aku bertanya akankah kau bangun untuk
sekadar menyapaku
tetapi tak ada jawaban meski aku telah
sampai di ayat
kun fayakun.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
A boy once dreamt, not of teaching's creed,
But paths adorned with ambition's fire.
From commerce halls, where dreams proceed,
To B.Ed’s realm, bound by fate’s quagmire.
In SOE's corridors, where silence sways,
Among 250 souls, yet so alone.
The boy endured, through mundane days,
With steadfast hope, his dreams his own.
Mistakes of youth cast him in this tide,
Yet serendipity graced his strife.
Two mentors wise walked close beside,
Illuming the shadows of this life.
Peers spoke of gossip, in trivial vein,
While his sharp edges dulled in their midst.
Their demeaning chatter, a source of disdain,
Yet his lotus heart in mud persist.
Through Somai Bagh’s halls, he shone so bright,
In online realms, his spark sustained.
A sweet supervisor, her smile’s soft light,
Ignored his mischief, her patience unfeigned.
With winter’s breath, by fog’s embrace,
Chai warmed the bonds of hearts once new.
Serendipity smiled, her radiant face,
In her friendship, his solace grew.
To Manu ma'am's P. lab, he carried his art,
His words, his soul, unveiled that day.
A poet’s courage, a beating heart,
Recited verses in bold array.
The end now nears, of this tale so vast,
A chapter closes, yet dreams ignite.
Through trials endured, the boy holds fast,
A hero poised to claim his light.
So here he stands, with resolve anew,
Charming, steadfast, and free of dread.
It’s Kanishk, dear reader, bidding adieu,
A lotus grown where others tread.
By:- KANISHK
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 8:23 PM UTC
Here, where the sphere remains quiet,
Here, where all torment rightly seems
As do breathless winds before the riot;
And clouded visions o' cloudy dreams,
Do watch the pastures there growing,
For harvesting lads and such sowing,
For the reaping hour and the mowing
-A sluggish world of sluggish streams.
I have grown weary of sobs and laughter,
And folks that crow and those that weep
Of what may come there in the hereafter
For those that soe and too swiftly reap;
I tire o days that grow weary of hours,
Wafted buds o those still lifeless flowers,
Desires and ideas; & also of such powers;
Of every single double thing but sleep.
Here growth has ruination as a neighbor,
And far from seeing eye and listening ear,
Pale waves and ****** winds force labor,
Flimsy ships and temperaments do steer
To drive out of control, & therein wither;
Woe not do those who place it thither:
But no such ****** winds blow me hither
-Nothing so felt, seen, or perceived here.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Friends are running a marathon in it today with raingear handy.
Ducks were racing and splashing without a care.
How waterproof are their feathers?
Others walk their dogs soe dogs wearing their fashionable raincoats and booties.
Many drive to their Saturday plans which are now indoors.
Hearing lyrics to every song about rain from film to rock to theater.
Left tunes home since umbrella and hood get in the way and impossible to get a clear signal.
Rain brings drop zones.
Walking in the the rain.
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Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC