Best Griefs Poems

Navigating vast oceans of life, negotiating its lows and highs,
Some blissful of pure joy, some burdened in griefs and sighs,
Riding aspirations eternal, rowing vigor of...

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(Lemuria: A hypothetical "lost land" variously located in the Indian and Pacific Oceans.)
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The Tale Of Lemuria, Master Poe, Pen And I

Its birth a shake of...

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Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail 
Should help relax, instead I wail,
They will soon melt in time's hot hands,
Loneliness is felt midst life's...

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Here is the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth...

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I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a 
poetic practical pompous, pro  (p) ransomedramatical...

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Come rain, come; let the swallows fly
Let womb of swollen seeds travail
Let the prison wall of dust now die
Come rain, come in water, sleet, and...

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there is a fire in the sky
it burns, though pale and waning
my somber heart
and griefs depart
midst heaven's weep, now raining

     ~...

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We have taken all anxiety
into our dreams
cruel, unfathomable acts 
lodge into our fascia, as pain

Part of a raging beast, 
oozing out of control
helpless cells, imbued...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861 - To Her Lover
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I...

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"How Do I Love Thee" 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul...

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Of all the sorrows that so govern her generous heart,
	Her love is the most unfair thing breaks her apart;
	In her life everything is already signed...

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Slither
me slips me beasty heart
beneath a piece of guise,
and pens some page of wisdoms
to place before they's eyes,
and with they's gaze diverted, 
me dons me...

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Just Visiting

While my visiting days are over,
I am left with another gift,
Fantasizing as a butterfly
Landing softly on a cruise ship.

I don’t drive down the Texas...

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Behind those hidden marked wrists
Are lies, skepticism and fears
Behind those calloused, clenched fists
Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears.

Behind those evident scars
Is a constant cycle of...

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all my deepest thoughts, all my inward reflections 
                ...

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