Best Bewail Poems

Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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These sparkling tears do tell a woeful tale 
Of sorrows hidden deep within my heart
They bring to light the heartaches I bewail
And speak of broken...

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Glory to thermodynamics in general...

and generation of heat in particular
cuz yours truly 
spoiled with trappings 
of Western Civilization.

How ideal I imagine 
to dwell in a...

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From Judges 11.
Pronunciation: Seh-LAY-nah

His brothers cast the young man out, the child of an harlot;
He fled away to distant Tob before they found an outlet
For...

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The Three Islands Sleep!

Sleep, sleep, the islands asleep!
Sleep while the winds blow on her face,
On her trees, and on her mountains and hills,
Sleep when the...

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It is when I search,
That I find.
And when I find,
That I realize how truly lost I am.

It is when I listen,
That I understand,
And when I...

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Poor ol’ Pyrrho, he’s the hero
Of my somber poetry:
Couldn’t figure how to pick your
Core beliefs with certainty.

Bold Descartes, he got the party
Started with his Cogito.
Up...

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Poems about Dogs

This Dog
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Each morning this dog,
who has become quite attached to me,
sits silently at my feet
until, gently...

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****OUR ENEMIES IN DISGUISE***
Norman MacClain wrote, "it is those we live and love, and should know, who loot us"
But whether we like it or not...

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Earthy barmy leafs scurry
Pulling rapidly in peak flurry 
Lamenting blind as mists worry 

Crude cool calm earth attacks slowly
Silly calm breeze shoo wholly
Sharp plume vanishes...

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S o soft the pillowed clouds bewail the rai n.
E nduring wind blows cold as long ag o
l ethargic thoughts in hollow timpan i
f oreshadowed...

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Night and day, a thrashing
     like an invisible whiptail
surge van hail,
doth swell me bosom
     excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail
capriciously...

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“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge…”*
Thus was the lamentable protest of the Lord Himself 
…against wisdom-deficiency
Caused by truth-rejection, ignorance-reign, 
…skepticism-prevalence!!!

Propped with such rally...

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from where do they grow under the See of unknown               ...

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Though the winds are wild,
 	And the gale unleashed; 
Though waves bewail 
	And the surge swells:  
My hurting heart still hums: 
	I know that...

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