Best Far From The Madding Crowd Poems

The thought of my village makes me  nostalgic
Memorable days spent over there were unique

Anchored in a cool and serene environment
It is exuberant with pleasure...

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Yes I wandered lonely as a cloud 
Bareskinned  there far from the madding crowd
With no clothes as in naturism,
Rememb’ring...

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Tons more I wish to do,
Much more I want to do,
Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue,
Much more I wish...

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Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods,...

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Written on: 7th September 2012.
Written by: Sashi.Prabhu (Zeauoxian)

Tons more I wish to do,
Much more I want to do,
Before I am laid on the pyre facing...

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Waltzing by the bamboo trees
Clusters of serenity
The winding wind sings softly


The movement of the light
Tints and shades and hues take flight
Changing patterns hurl insight


There is...

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Loneliness is a trend to be followed according to taste
Loneliness is a race without any haste
Jump through hoops to please life
Always keep loneliness as a...

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You may have heard the 3rd class would dance
and many among them did not stand a chance
to be rescued out of the tragic Titanic disaster
but...

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Dark clouds gather in the sky
                   ...

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Back to you Billy, for ways I whiled away herding ennui

Ah...a flood of memories wash over
this anointed Goatama Boo Da,
whose respected G.O.A.T status
among generic green...

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Gratitude for running water on tap... 
and heat flowing with a snap

After shaving and showering,
yours truly feels winsome
though morose seeing
unwanted adipose "love handles"
inflating mine abdomen...

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The room was dank and dreary
The past hung in the air
There was a scent of mildew
A smell of history was there
The paint was old and...

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The Simplest confession of this timeless magnum Opus, that mine is falling short in a world
Such an yearning of repentance in me, that I am...

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More beauteous than Helen of Troy! 
More beauteous than all beauty queens! 
More beauteous than the foggy eves:
More beauteous than the starry beams;
Was it thou...

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Fringe benefits (a plug) for perks (yo man) living at 2 highland manor drive

Expanse of green acres draped
like a petticoat when ye arrive
birds of a...

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