Sad Rubaiyat Poems

oh hark, rejoice - it’s back again
          a mem’ry of my who knows when
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The sweetness of doing nothing is hard,
to take chitchat in your head and discard;
embracing doing nothing is divine,
oh, I love silence where nothing is...

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Quote By Poet "Money like honey is sweet to taste but money can sting you."

If money was the way
we would be happy everyday
then why are...

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 Draped in the darkness of the night
In a weather so dull and blight
Sad thoughts like a deadly shooter
Come out to bombard her outright

Shaking off...

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On the train that I rode today, 
into town I was on my way. 
You never know what you will see, 
out the window were...

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Have known many kinds of love and deep grief,
love has drifted away a withered leaf;
and my sad tears could fill the oceans blue,
death has...

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These days I feel things have gone wrong -
like words have vanished from a song
I used to always love to hear!
For long-ago good times I...

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We supplicate her when we mourn
She is the rose and we the thorn
to those who sorrowfully grieve
alone, bewildered and forlorn

She offers sinners a reprieve
and comforts...

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Stars are crammed into the cosmos. 
Sought and chosen as my name rose.
Each evil and skinned modesty,
In need times, I was prone to praise.

Since my...

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When the steam rises in the morn,
sun hot on body like reading ****,
salt cakes on skin that drips and stinks,
it's time to eat fresh crops...

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There's a sad beauty in this charming maze, 
  Lost lives hidden in a magical daze, 
    I wonder what brought...

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Do Thou carry some magic wand
Upon Thy invisible hand?
Which You wave and memories flood
Like myriad waves which sweep the sand.

A sweet sojourn before You flee
Dousing...

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Play Not A Dirge When I Am Gone

Play not a dirge when I am gone;
light no candles, not even one.
A treasured poem would be enough...

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Black roses sprawl, to droop, then fade
raking tendrils of her attic’s shades;
a brief display which glints inked nights
only for time’s sake, buds do parade.

How fleeting...

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Silent screams no one hears
Tired eyes filled with tears
Gut wrenching heartache no one feels
Emotions dark enough to kill
Mental exhaustion no one sees
Strong enough it hurts...

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