Welcome to Short Poems

Love

Love is not a thing to understand
Love is not a thing to feel
Love is not a thing to give and receive
Love is a thing only to become
And eternally be

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Hope

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

Life

I celebrate myself, and sing myself
And what I assume you shall assume
For every atom belonging to me
as good belongs to you

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Death

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry