Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
In Her Every Indication
Although in her every indication, the aim is something elseIf she shows her affection(with me) , then different suspicion arisesOh Lord, 'they' have..
© Mirza Ghalib
I Will Not Cry
I will not cry for satisfaction if I could get my choice,Among the divine beautiful virgins of heaven, I want only you.After killing me, do not bury..
© Mirza Ghalib
I Have Seen Almost All The Possible Troubles In My Life
I have seen almost all the possible Troubles in my life,The last one that I have to face is the Death.
© Mirza Ghalib
Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone
Heart it is, not a brick or stoneWhy shouldn't it feel the pain?Let none tyrannize this heartOr I shall cry again and againNeither the temple, nor..
© Mirza Ghalib
He Was, When It Was Aught
He was, when it was aughtHe would still be, even if it might have been naughtDrowned I am in my egoWhat would have happened if 'I' was notLaden with..
© Mirza Ghalib
Ghazal
I wish to go and dwell,In such a place,Where there's no one else.No one to understand my speech,No one around to talk with,There, I want to reach.I..
© Mirza Ghalib
Come That My Soul Has No Repose
Come that my soul has no reposeHas no strength to bear the injustice of waitingHeaven is given in return for the life of this worldBut that high is..
© Mirza Ghalib
About My Poems
I agree, O heart, that my ghazals are not easy to take in.When they hear my works, experienced poetstell meI should write something easier.I have to..
© Mirza Ghalib
A Thousand Desires
Thousands of desires, each worth dying for...Many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more...Why should my killer (lover) be afraid? No one..
© Mirza Ghalib
"No, I Wasn'T Meant To Love And Be Loved&Quot;
No, I wasn't meant to love and be loved.If I'd lived longer, I would have waited longer.Knowing you are faithless keeps me alive and hungry.Knowing..
© Mirza Ghalib
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This day is filled with gentle sweetness,A scent of spice, a touch of cheer.Carrot cake brings winter neatness,A gust of comfort wrapped in here.The..
© National Carrot Cake Day
Ode to the Carrot Cake
There are days that bloom with magic,Days that whisper soft delight.Today the carrot cake, nostalgic,Becomes the hero of the night.Warm and tender..
© National Carrot Cake Day
Carrot Cake Day
Carrot cake is more than sweetness,It’s comfort wrapped in gentle spice.It brings back warmth, it brings back neatness,A taste of childhood, soft and..
© National Carrot Cake Day
Dry August Burned
Dry August burned. A harvest hareLimp on the kitchen table lay,Its fur blood-blubbered, eye astare,While a small child that stood near byWept out her..
© Walter de la Mare
Song of the Mad Prince
Who said, "Peacock Pie"?The old King to the sparrow:Who said, "Crops are ripe"?Rust to the harrow:Who said, "Where sleeps she now?Where rests she now..
© Walter de la Mare
The Mother Bird
Through the green twilight of a hedgeI peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,And spied a bird upon a nest:Two eyes she had beseeching..
© Walter de la Mare
November
THERE is wind where the rose was,Cold rain where sweet grass was,And clouds like sheepStream o'er the steepGrey skies where the lark was.Nought warm..
© Walter de la Mare
Seeds
The seeds I sowed -For week unseen -Have pushed up pygmyShoots of green;So frail you'd thinkThe tiniest stoneWould never letA glimpse be shown.But..
© Walter de la Mare
Puss
Puss loves man's winter fireNow that the sun so soonLeaves the hours cold it warmedIn burning June.She purrs full length beforeThe heaped-up hissing..
© Walter de la Mare
The Birthnight
Dearest, it was a nightThat in its darkness rocked Orion's stars;A sighing wind ran faintly whiteAlong the willows, and the cedar boughsLaid their..
© Walter de la Mare
The Night-Swans
'Tis silence on the enchanted lake,And silence in the air serene,Save for the beating of her heart,The lovely-eyed Evangeline.She sings across the..
© Walter de la Mare
Mulla-Mulgars' Journey Song
That one, alone,Who's dared and goneTo seek the Magic Wonderstone,No fear, or care,Or black despairShall heed until his journey's done.Who knows..
© Walter de la Mare
The Corner Stone
Sterile these stonesBy time in ruin laid.Yet many a creeping thingIts haven has madeIn these least crannies, where fallsDark's dew, and noonday..
© Walter de la Mare
One Moment Take Thy Rest
One moment take thy rest.Out of mere nought in spaceBeauty moved human breastTo tell in this far faceA dream in noonday seen.Never to fade or pass;A..
© Walter de la Mare
Sotto Voce
To Edward ThomasThe haze of noon wanned silver-grey,The soundless mansion of the sun;The air made visible in his ray,Like molten glass from furnace..
© Walter de la Mare