Child of Thunder
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“The Charge of the Light Brigade”
By Alfred Lord Tennyson I think the meaning and motive for this poem is self-explanatory. The six hundred horsemen were sent on a suicidal charge toward a valley, where they knew they stood no chance, yet they did it anyway. The actual order was a misunderstanding, and the horsemen, not knowing this, went forward anyway, …
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“Alone”
By Edgar Allan Poe Probably one of my favorites by him. This poem captures the great burden of the artist, the blessing and curse that comes with creating art. We wield great power, but we love what others cannot see or understand (until we've created it). In this sense, the artist is alone. The "demon" …
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Smith Love Poem
A close friend of mine is getting married in a couple of weeks. A long time ago, they asked me to write a poem for their wedding. I thought I'd share it here. - They walk in beauty With stars up above, Hearts glazed in light And overflowing with love. She carries her life A …
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Fairies
You think that we are small and delicate With dust in our wings and petals as our walls, But we have more power than your mind could bear, More wealth than a Pharaoh or all the banks of Ophir. You think we live to dance and leave dew on the grass, But we do more …
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Atlas Shrugged
gazing at ground between his feet he shifted the world nearly tipped the nations battled for the third time lust bloodshed and cruelty for the sake of their vanities their governments religions and economies he grew weary their speeches of hope made him groan their battle cries punctured his skin their weapons of free radicals …
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We Fight
We, rebels, we In the smoke in the fog In the streets in the dark Run for cover, run for love. Heresy, they cry, heresy In the world in our hearts In the sky on the throne Breaking all bonds of trust. We, men and women, Haters of gray and lies and half-hearts, Lovers of …
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Alegria
O alegría, preciosa alegría. There was a window. Rosado. Outside were brown and red bricks. The lady with dark hair sang. Oh mi oh mi, mi vida es, mi vida es. We ate ice cream. Vanilla con fresas. Red and pink and white, and purple skies. Azul! Azul! The children shouted. No, morado! I would …
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Paradox
'Tis common, thou know'st; Fear dwells among us. Woe be to him who thinks he can escape. It dwell'st inside thy limbs, turns heart to dust, And circles round thy neck as a black cape Of darkness and trembling and shadows of the abyss Where light, nevermore, can shroud you in its bliss. But here, …
