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When the food is busting — Will Woj	If thy food is busting Thy hips shall be thrusting Look at me and you shall see How good thy food will be Your food is not busting It be quiet disgusting...	960 views Rate it
The Sun Travels — Robert Louis Stevenson	The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning...	960 views Rate it
The Joy Of Little Things — Robert William Service	It's good the great green earth to roam, Where sights of awe the soul inspire; But oh, it's best, the coming home, The crackle of one's own hearth-fire!...	946 views Rate it
To My Brothers — John Keats	Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the household gods that keep A...	945 views Rate it
The Eternal Goodness — John Greenleaf Whittier	O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I...	941 views Rate it
The Survival — Rudyard Kipling	Securely, after days Unnumbered, I behold Kings mourn that promised praise Their cheating bars...	940 views Rate it
COMING INTO YOU — mad hippie poet	I smell it like I used to smell the scent of your sweet perfume while you were turning heads and snapping fingers when you were entering a room with your...	930 views Rate it
Courage — Robert William Service	Today I opened wide my eyes, And stared with wonder and surprise, To see beneath November skies An apple blossom peer; Upon a branch as bleak as night It...	929 views Rate it
Tarzan’s ‘Umgawa’ Burden — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Edgar Rice Burroughs Creator of The Ape Man Lord of the Jungle Tarzan — the name means ‘White Skin’ Overseer of Africa. This American Burrowed...	927 views Rate it
The Mountain Whippoorwill — Stephen Vincent Benet	Up in the mountains, it's lonesome all the time, (Sof' win' slewin' thu' the sweet-potato vine.) Up in the mountains, it's lonesome for a child,...	916 views Rate it
He Never Expected Much — Thomas Hardy	Well, World, you have kept faith with me, Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to be Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used...	915 views Rate it
damaged Goods — William Stephen Edwards	Damaged Goods In summer sun’s sagacious rays A butterfly with ragged wings Settled on the sidewalk In search of food or rest or other things Slow,...	914 views Rate it
To Emily Dickinson — Harold Hart Crane	You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest-- Achieved that stillness...	913 views Rate it
Transfiguration — Louisa May Alcott	Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness to immortal...	913 views Rate it
Still I Rise — Maya Angelou	You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll...	909 views Rate it
Sympathy — Allama Muhammad Iqbal	Perched on the branch of a tree Was a nightingale sad and...	909 views Rate it
Unheard Whispers — Olivia Ritota	In the realm of hushed whispers and unspoken sighs, Where language fades, and silence takes the skies, Lies a world unseen, yet deeply felt, Where...	908 views Rate it
Samson Agonistes — John Milton	Samson. A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade. There I am wont to...	907 views Rate it
Science-fiction Cradlesong — Clive Staples Lewis	By and by Man will try To get out into the sky, Sailing far beyond the air From Down and Here to Up and There. Stars and sky, sky and stars Make us...	901 views Rate it
The Village Green — Jane Taylor	On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small, All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with hoop and...	900 views Rate it
To the University of Cambridge — Phillis Wheatley	While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; 'Twas not long since I left my native shore The land of errors, and...	898 views Rate it
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to...	896 views Rate it
The Men That Don't Fit In — Robert William Service	There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will....	892 views Rate it
Verses to Clarinda — Robert Burns	Fair Empress of the poet's soul, And Queen of poetesses; Clarinda, take this little boon, This humble pair of glasses: And fill them up with...	887 views Rate it
The Reaper And The Flowers — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow...	882 views Rate it