Invictus William Ernest Henley Poem

Invictus – William Ernest Henley Poem

We’re not promised a life absent trials and suffering. While horrific events have sidelined many men, William Ernest Henley refused to be crushed on account of hardship.

Invictus William Ernest Henley Poem
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The World Is Too Much With Us William Wordsworth Poem

The World Is Too Much With Us | William Wordsworth Poem

William Wordsworth says that instead of living in a high-society, modern world, with up-to-date technology (blooming at the cost of nature), he would rather choose to be a low-born or ‘pagan-born’ and enjoy the scene of Proteus (the moon of the sea) rising from the sea.

William Wordsworth poems are highly inspired by his love for nature.

The World Is Too Much With Us William Wordsworth Poem
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A Servant When He Reigneth Rudyard Kipling Poem

A Servant When He Reigneth | A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

‘A Servant When He Reigneth’, is this the scenario that explains the status of the leaders across the world? The ones who could be moved by just anyone and their words have no weights left…
Are they really more than ever a slave?

A Servant When He Reigneth Rudyard Kipling Poem
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Prayer Before Birth | Poem by Louis MacNeice at UpDivine

Prayer Before Birth | Poem by Louis MacNeice

The poem beautifully presents the thoughts of the poet through the mouth of the baby who is still unborn. The baby is well aware of the gravity of the situation across the world that he is just too scared to take birth. He simply knows that the world is too evil that he will not be able to sustain here, given its innocence.

Prayer Before Birth | Poem by Louis MacNeice at UpDivine
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Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep | A Poem By Mary Elizabeth Frye

This extremely famous poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye has been read at countless funerals and public occasions. The author composed this poem in a moment of inspiration and scribbled it on a paper bag. She wrote it to comfort a family friend who had just lost her mother and was unable to even visit her grave.

Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Do not go gentle into that good night by dylan thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night | Poem by Dylan Thomas

In this poem Dylan Thomas asserts that all men on their death beds should resist death as strongly as they can. They should only leave this world kicking and screaming, furious that they have to die at all. This poem was written by Dylan Thomas for his dying father.

Do not go gentle into that good night by dylan thomas
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Pslam life longfellow poem

A Psalm Of Life | Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Though this poem, Longfellow does not want to accept life as an ’empty dream’. According to him, death is for body, the soul lives on forever. We should love to live the journey of life instead of just aiming for the grave.

Pslam life longfellow poem
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Have a nice day | A poem By Spike Milligan at UpDivine

Have a Nice Day | Poem by Spike Milligan

This poem talks about a bizarre conversation between two individuals facing a serious threat to their lives, but still too engrossed in their comfort zones, unwilling to help each other. Had they helped each other they might as well, would have survived.

Have a nice day | A poem By Spike Milligan at UpDivine
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The Power of the Spoken Word

A word is a extremely powerful thing Thrown cruelly, it will fu***** sting But compassionately it can create Listen, And let this wisdom propagate

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The Power of the Spoken Word

A word is a extremely powerful thingThrown cruelly, it will fu***** stingBut compassionately it can createListen, And let this wisdom propagate The words of the cruel-hearted cut deepAnd can leave people stand without a peepLike…

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J. W. Cassandra: Aki látva lát

Who Sees Seeing, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume VII, In the Mirror of Forms, cycle Existence of Essential. Original version was written in Hungarian, in 2012 yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem makes a particular sense of the Sage and the Fool and that of the cradle and coffin.

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Who Sees Seeing, by J. W. Cassandra

Who Sees Seeing, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume VII, In the Mirror of Forms, cycle Existence of Essential. Original version was written in Hungarian, in 2012 yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem makes a particular sense of the Sage and the Fool and that of the cradle and coffin.

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J. W. Cassandra: Valaki zörget

Somebody Is Knocking, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVI, Source-light, cycle Emptiness-palace. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2017 yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem gets a singular actuality from the fact that today is my birthday: a kind of account.

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Somebody Is Knocking, by J. W. Cassandra

Somebody Is Knocking, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVI, Source-light, cycle Emptiness-palace. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2017 yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem gets a singular actuality from the fact that today is my birthday: a kind of account.

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