Category: Lead Poems

Ralph Waldo Emerson 0

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Two Rivers Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament;

Rabia al Basri 0

Rabia al Basri

My God and My Lord Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting. Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests, Of monsters in the ocean. You are the Just who knows no change, The Balance that can never swerve, The Eternal which never passes away.

Edgar Allan Poe 0

Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream within a dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow– You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away

Jalaluddin Rumi 0

Jalaluddin Rumi

The Universe What if someone said to an embryo in the womb, ‘Outside of your world of black nothing is a miraculously ordered universe; a vast Earth covered with tasty food; mountains, oceans and plains,

Matthew Arnold 0

Matthew Arnold

The Last Word Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease!

Jalaluddin Rumi 0

Jalaluddin Rumi

Where Everything Is Music Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music.

Walt Whitman 0

Walt Whitman

Miracles Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach

Jalaluddin Rumi 0

Jalaluddin Rumi

There Is A Candle In Your Heart There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?

Christina Rossetti 0

Christina Rossetti

The World By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: But all night as the moon so changeth she; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air, Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety: But through the night, a beast she grins at...

Sheikh Sa’adi 0

Sheikh Sa’adi

How could I ever thank my Friend? How could I ever thank my Friend? No thanks could ever begin to be worthy. Every hair of my body is a gift from Him; How could I thank Him for each hair? Praise that lavish Lord forever

Ted Hughes 0

Ted Hughes

Old Age Gets Up Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that collapse At the first touch of attention

Rumi 0

Rumi

Only You Only you I choose among the entire world. Is it fair of you letting me be unhappy? My heart is a pen in your hand. It is all up to you to write me happy or sad.

Ralph Waldo Emerson 0

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Loss and Gain Virtue runs before the muse And defies her skill, She is rapt, and doth refuse To wait a painter’s will. Star-adoring, occupied, Virtue cannot bend her,

There Is A Candle In Your Heart 0

There Is A Candle In Your Heart

Jalalud’din Rumi There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?

Let us not worry 0

Let us not worry

Omar Khayyam Literal: O friend, for the morrow let us not worry This moment we have now, let us not hurry When our time comes, we shall not tarry

The Visit 0

The Visit

Ralph Waldo Emerson Askest “How long thou shall stay?” Devastator of the day! Know, each substance and relation Thorough nature’s operation, Hath its unit, bound, and metre, And every new compound Is some product and repeater, Product of the early found.

Farid od Din Attar 0

Farid od Din Attar

In the Dead of night In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep. He said, “This world is like a closed coffin, in which We are shut and in which, through our ignorance, We spend our lives in folly and desolation. When Death comes to open the lid...

Ralph Waldo Emerson 0

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Two Rivers Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent: The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament;

Jalalluddin Rumi 0

Jalalluddin Rumi

No end to the journey No end, no end to the journey no end, no end never how can the heart in love ever stop opening if you love me, you won’t just die once in every moment

Walt Whitman 0

Walt Whitman

Grand is the Seen Grand is the seen, the light, to me — grand are the sky and stars, Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space, And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary; But grander far the unseen soul of me, comprehending, endowing all those,...