You Will Never See Me Fall

By Joyce Alcantara

You may see me struggle,

but you won’t see me fall.
Regardless if I’m weak or not,
I’m going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy,
but truly living it is not.

Times get hard,

people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot.
I’m going to wear the biggest smile,
even though I want to cry.

I’m going to fight to live,

even though I’m destined to die.
And even though it’s hard
and I may struggle through it all,
you may see me struggle…
but you will NEVER see me fall.

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 APTIVATED

The look seemed foreign

A fixed distance
Just watching from the crowd
Want to be forever in your place
If there is you

He's someone to look forward to

Reach out for feelings
No reason why
For you from me that never mentioned

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 On Children
By Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself
They come through you but not from you
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you

You may give them your love but not your thoughts
For they have their own thoughts
You may house their bodies but not their souls
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow

Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams

You may strive to be like them
But seek not to make them like you
For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday

You are the bows from which your children

As living arrows are sent forth
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite
And he bends you with his might

That his arrows may go swift and far

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness
For even as he loves the arrow that flies
So he loves also the bow that is stable

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 I SEE HIS BLOOD UPON THE ROSE
By Joseph Plunkett

I see his blood upon the rose

And in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but his voice- and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea, His crown of thorns is
twined with every thorn, His cross is every tree.

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HEARTS LIKE WILDFLOWERS
Nikita Gill

I hope you are blessed

with a heart like a wildflower.
Strong enough to rise again
after being trampled upon,
tough enough to weather
the worst of the summer storms,
and able to grow and flourish
even in the most broken places.

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 You're my Etoile Forevermore, always be the way you are
Every piece of you (Forevermore)
I can find it all inside my heart Shine, my Etoile
Through day and night Shine, my Etoile
Show your smile and make me smile, my Etoile
Moments full of laugh and happiness THE DAY WILL COME
And moments full of tears with sadness Sapardi Djoko Damono
I bear it all, and I take it all
Shine, my Etoile
One day our destiny may break us to be far The day Willl Come
apart
Promise you, the fate only knows but we can
make it through When my body no longer exists
Never change, even it's miles away But in the lines of this poem
Our path ahead of us I will never let you be alone
(I'm with you)
You're my Etoile
The day will come
Look up at the sky
When my voice is no longer heard
Make a wish upon the first star
But within the words of this poem
I see you keep on yearning
I will continue to watch over you
For you to have feeling of joy like heavenly
bliss
I'm not alone The day will come
'Cause I'll always remember you When my dreams are no longer known
Surrounded with the sweetness But in the spaces found in the letters of
You're my Etoile when I stay with you
this poem

I can dream whatever I wish for I will never tired of looking for you

I see the future

I've been always longing for is a destiny
(My shiny and bright days)
No matter how the seasons pass me by
Don't let it stop, you illuminate
(Eyes on me)

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 Life

What is our life? A play of passion,

Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that’s no jest.

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 The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents,

Guitars and stars,
Then stops short
And apologises for speaking at all.

All because somewhere in her life,

Someone she loved broke her heart
By ignoring her beautiful words
And telling her to
Shut up,
Keep it down,
Noboy cares.

People aren’t born sad.

We make them that way.

Nikita gill

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 Reading World Civilizations

A place of various colors

All kinds of stories, all kinds of love
Fragile and grow in a journey

I theme a lot of knowledge of world civilization

I found friends and made a human connection
Sometimes I find tired and complaining
But it’s all over soon
Alternate with curiosity about the world

I’m sitting somewhere,

But books take me around,
To other places and times
I was invited to turn back time by history
Invited to explore the ins and outs of the earth by geography
I’m still sitting quietly with a book in my hand
He said, read all the pages on me
Find anything you want to know

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 Thoughts
I am so tired
but I can't sleep blank pages are too inspiring but my thoughts are also too deep it's hard to get them
out but in my head they're screaming so loud they just want to be heard but you couldn't handle a
single word....
Lauren

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 Awaking in New York
BY MAYA ANGELOU

Curtains forcing their will   

against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with   
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on   
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a   
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,   
unasked and unheeded.

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 SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron

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 “After Us” By Connie Wanek

Rain is falling through the roof.

And all that prospered under the sun,
the books that opened in the morning
and closed at night, and all day
turned their pages to the light;

the sketches of boats and strong forearms

and clever faces, and of fields
and barns, and of a bowl of eggs,
and lying across the piano
the silver stick of a flute; everything

invented and imagined,

everything whispered and sung,
all silenced by cold rain.

The sky is the color of gravestones.

The rain tastes like salt, and rises
in the streets like a ruinous tide.
We spoke of millions, of billions of years.
We talked and talked.

Then a drop of rain fell

into the sound hole of the guitar, another
onto the unmade bed. And after us,
the rain will cease or it will go on falling,
even upon itself.

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 FIND THE RIGHT PERSON

i've spent my entire life feeling alone.

i liked the silence at first.
it kept me convinced i was in control even though it broke my heart.
i was afraid to love you.
i was afraid to admit i'd found someone who gave me more than loneliness ever could.
i adored you more than anyone else.
you made me want to stop hiding from the world.
so i know that i needed you.
you were the first person i ever did.

Alaska Lane

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 Life

What is our life? A play of passion,

Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that’s no jest.

By Sir Walter Raleigh

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Seeing You Through My Poetry

Words are the tone and the simplest way to reach you
Through a twilight in my warm sky
I see the clouds pierce your smile that is bruised in my memory

In this poem, you will find tears and smiles in one glass
If one day my poetry is lost
Find me in the silent voice you can hear

Like happiness and memories

I will keep you in the best place in my heart
So, I don’t need a dot to love you
To me, you are like Greece, an old city that doesn’t die.

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 MY LIFE

Sometimes I see it as a straight line drawn with a pencil and a ruler

transecung the circle of the world
or as a finger piercing
a smoke-ring, casual, inquisitive,
our men the sun wil come out or the phone will ring and I will cease to wonder
if it is one thing.
a large ball of air and memory, or many things,
a string of small farming towns, a dark road winding through them.
Let us say it is a field
I have been hocing every day. hoeing and singing,
then going to sleep in one of its furrows,
or now that it is more than half over, a partially open door, rain dripping from
the eaves.
Like yours, it could be anything.
a nest with one egg,
a hallway that leads to a thousand rooms-
whatever happens to float into view when I close my eyes
or look out a window
for more than a tew mnutes, so that some days I think
it must be everything and nothing at once.

Rhina P. Espaillat

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 Dust Of Snow

The way a crow

Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

By Robert Frost

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 The sun don't shine
(You could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
I got faith in you and I
So put your pretty little hand in mine (you could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
Even when (you could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
We're down to the wire, babe
Even when (you could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
It's do or die (you could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
We could do it, baby, simple and plain
(You could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
'Cause this love is a sure thing
Love you like a brother (you could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
Treat you like a friend (you could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
Respect you like a lover (you could bet that, never gotta sweat that)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

“Remember” By Christina Georgina

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

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 The Wayfarer

The beauty of the world hath made me sad,

This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree,
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Or little rabbits in a field at evening,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown

And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;

Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way

Sorrowful.

Patrick Henry Pearse

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And you'll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to
If I let you know, I'm here for you
Maybe yo'll love yourself like I love you, oh
And I've ust let these little things slip out of my mouth
'Cause it's you, oh, it's you
It's you, they add up to
And I'm in love with you
And all these little things

Night Dreams
by. Barbara Vance

I’d like to think that I could fly,

To lift my feet and touch the sky,
To soar above, look down below,
And never know just where I’d go.

And if I could, oh what I’d see!

Earth would not be the same to me.

Oh, if the wind would carry two,

I’d hope that I could fly with you,
And hand-in-hand we’d chase the stars,
And lock them up in a pickle jar.

We’d laugh and smile, then set them free,

To twinkle for eternity.

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 The Sun and the Moon

Aim for a love

that reminds you
of the devotion
the sun has the moon.

Whether she is in fractions

or she is whole,
he still shrouds his intense light
in the darkness of the night.

To give her the entire sky,

without judgement,
so she can shine in any way
she wants to.

You deserve someone

who adores you
on the days you are
in broken fragments too.

You deserve someone

who lets you glow
in every way
you need to.

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 My Teacher

Dear my beautiful teacher,

You are not only a teacher,
But you are also a good friend.
You always support me to reach the goals.
You say to me that I can solve all problems,
You have taught me that everything is possible.
Every word you say is very calming and inspiring.
You are my role model.

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‟Hope” Is The Thing With Feathers

‟Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

By Emily Dickinson

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 Rain
Venie Femita

For a moment rain soaked the earth

Melting the dust inside a self
And full of loneliness

For a moment rain washes pain

Through the lattice of the heart

Rain teaches me to sincerely wait

For the sun that will gone
Rain teaches me to sincerely wait
For the rainbow to come

Rain hides my tears in the splashing of your grains

Rain reminds me of you my past memories
That hard to pass from my life and heart

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 My Heart Leaps Up
William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky
So was it when my life began
So is it now I am a man
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

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 Life

What is our life? A play of passion,

Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that’s no jest.

By Sir Walter Raleigh

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 APTIVATED

The look seemed foreign

A fixed distance
Just watching from the crowd
Want to be forever in your place
If there is you

He's someone to look forward to

Reach out for feelings
No reason why
For you from me that never mentioned

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 A Story Of Life

The life that we live is just one big story it has many climaxs and many reasons
The Life that we live is just a story
a story that has been told and come true
sometimes it gets turned around and then other times its just like a flow
The life that we live
we try to live it to the fullest some succeed and some dont.
The life that we live is sometimes bad and sometimes good it can be normal
or it can be totally different
The life that we live is just a story thats to be retold over and over again
Live Your Life.....

Patricia Wiley

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 No Title Like Us
By : Me

Are we in a movie? Starting with a beautiful story

Now we are in abyss
My eyes stared into yours like there were stars in them
Now all i see is a bomb inside
We start ignoring each other
Afraid of hurting each other

In the end it'll always be "goodbye"

But i dont know is it a good bye?
Tell me what kind of movie we play
Take me somehow if I'm in this movie

Tell me.. this is a movie with a happy ending

There's no title like us
A unique story to be remembered
Movies are played forever in memory
The movie that i painted with this poem

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 A Million Memories about you, Bandung
by Desi Oktoriana

because a poem must be present on your anniversary

so I write a pen that comes from love
I write down the spirit that is imprinted with the longing that is embedded in the umbilical
cord of my children
miss the green that amazes me

longing for paper flowers that insist on remaining intact even though the drought is getting
worse
in this city a million memories give meaning to the maze of life
in this city intimacy and modesty are one unit
completely binds the day to fill the spaces of the heart
Bandung I tell you the name of a thousand mountains
To Bandung, my words of love float in the air, scratch the ground and flow through the
waters of the Priangan Land

Halo-Halo Bandung is a testament to the latent courage of the willing heroes who persist in
holding on. Memory.
The sea of fire is a witness of true love for Mother Earth.

Two centuries and ten years ago

students and scholars
tits and brother
dad and mom
nyai and ujang
fight for the existence of harmony:
until now

Bandung, 25 September 2020

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 Water
by. Nikita Gill

When they ask you why you love

the rain, the ocean, the river,
tell them
it is because
unlike people
who should have
love you better,
the water was never afraid
to touch you;
even when you were
at your most damaged
and broken

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 “Daffodils” by William
Sana Shafiyyah Firdausi

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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 Birthday’s

In the past,
I couldn’t wait to get a year older.
To get more recognition, more respect.
To seem bigger and stronger.

I can still remember the anticipation

and then waking up on the big day.
Jumping into bed with mum and dad,
asking them to finally get up,
eating cake and getting presents.

What happened?
Where did that happy child go
that I used to be?
Birthdays became a burden.
They will never be the same again.
And neither will I,

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 The Wayfarer

The beauty of the world hath made me sad,

This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree,
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Or little rabbits in a field at evening,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown

And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;

Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way

Sorrowful.

Patrick Henry Pearse

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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

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