June by James Russell Lowell

AND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that reaches and towers,
And, groping blindly above it for light,
Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;
The flush of life may well be seen
Thrilling back over hills and valleys;
The cowslip startles in meadows green,
The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,
And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean
To be some happy creature's palace;
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,
And lets his illumined being o'errun
With the deluge of summer it receives;
His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,
And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings;
He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,-
In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?

IN THE FARAWAY by cherl dunn

In the faraway, I'll be free,
No troubles sorrow's will hinder me.
To ramble and roam, thus shall be
Mine creed.
Call me a spiritual hobo, lost unto
The open road of thought's imagination.
A creature abandoning reality, for
Fantasy's bounty, beyond limitation’s
Boundaries.
A gypsy's spirit lingers within the
Heart of this poetess, yearning to taste
The dust of liberation's highways and
By ways.
Release shackles chains, behold the
Golden skylark, seeking a horizons
Forbidden sunset beyond.
 In the timeless realm she thus glistens,
In illuminations beauty.
Melting within the oceans depths, I'll
Descend unto the waters cleansing waves,
Emerging as a vagabond  beach comber, 
Collecting sea shells along side a distant
Shore.
Are dreams nothing more than illusions,
Cast to the slumbering whims of sleep,
Nay I believe not, it is a lost kingdom.
Of the unconscious mind, wishing
To be uninhibited.
Here is a sacred place, hidden within
All humanity, untouched and pure,
In the faraway.
Begin thy journey’s travel here,
Close your eyes set yourself free,
Like me, trip the illusions fantastic,
I'll be waiting on the other side.
Let thine captive beast be untethered,
Step forth unto the unknown lands of 
Complete freedom's abandonment,
And be free at last.

Dreams by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Alone Poem

Mask

I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;
To hide my feelings behind a lie.

Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside, I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.

Nobody could hear my cries at night
For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling
For I designed my mask to be laughing.

Behind all the smiles were the tears
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see,
Wasn't everything there was to me.

Day by day,
I was slowly dying.
I couldn't go on,
There was something missing..

Until now I'm still searching
For the thing that'll stop my crying.
For someone who'll erase my fears,
For the person who'll wipe my tears.

But till then I'll keep on smiling.
Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Till then, I'll be here.. waiting.

This is a poem about something that you feel something missing or emptiness ,and nobody can understand or help, and you want to escape the pain but you can not. There is no solution but just pretending and smiling like everything is fine. Many people can relate to this poem because everyone has been through tough times and were pretending that they were alright. However, the message of this poem is do not lose hope and be strong.

Heartbreak Poem

Pain Pain Go Away

By: Kari Johnston

Pain pain go away!
Please do not come back another day.
Tears falling down my face
oh how I wish for his warm embrace.
Wonder if he cares about me.
Wonder if this is suppose to be.

How can he stand there

And break my heart

How did we allow us to grow so far apart?

My dreams of us being 

Happy is not going to come true

All I am feeling is down and blue.

Pain pain go away 

Bring me back to another day

Where he loved me and

we thought we were meant to be. 

I will not stop loving you that much is true

But I will be stronger in time and not feel so blue.

You will always be in my heart

Even when we are apart.

One day I will have that warm embrace 

And tears will stop flowing down my face.

Pain pain go away 

leave me alone and do not stay.

This poem is about heartbreak, getting hurt by someone you love and the pain that you go through. Everyone can relate to it and by reading it, you can feel better and be reminded that it is okay to go through a heartbreak it is a part of life.

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