
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.
_ Langston Hughes
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
_ Mary Elizabeth Frye
We can donate many a thing,
Even organs and the body;
But one thing which we can't donate
Is the four-letter small word: LOVE!
What's love is understood only
By a heart craving real love.
_ Nizar Hameed
The morning breeze
Took away some of my tensions,
And went through the express way,
Expressing what it has in its mind:
A cool, caressing and lovely touch.
What a heavenly relief it was!
-Nizar Hameed
You lose a friend, what a foe.
As life goes on you find yourself alone.
You realize friendship and love is a hoax.
You work and work all your life, but your mind still troubles you so.
You get old and wise near the end of the road.
But wisdom nor anything matters not so.
Please leave so I can be alone.
Peace in nothingness is what I desire most.
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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.
_ Langston Hughes
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
_ Mary Elizabeth Frye
We can donate many a thing,
Even organs and the body;
But one thing which we can't donate
Is the four-letter small word: LOVE!
What's love is understood only
By a heart craving real love.
_ Nizar Hameed
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"Poems of a thousand stars : A collection of short poems"
Whether you seek solace in quiet moments or a spark of inspiration to ignite your day, this anthology offers a poetic haven where every reader can find their own story woven into the lines. Let these verses be a companion to your heart’s deepest musings.
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