World Poetry Day is celebrated on 21 March, it was declared by UNESCO in 1999. Its purpose is to promote the reading, writing and also publishing poetry. UNESCO also recognises the cultural tranformation that poetry can do.
In honor to all those people who has wrote such great poems we better appreciate all those words.
Charles Bukowski - The Unblinking Grief
you are much more than simply dead
I am a dish for your ashes
I am a fist for your vanished air
the most terrible thing about life
is finding it gone
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 116
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shake
Oscar Wilde - To My Wife
And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand
Pablo Neruda - I Do Not Love You
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles
Sylvia Plath - Daddy
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue
Dante Alighieri - Inferno
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Jorge Luis Borgues - Instants
If you don't know - that's what life is made of,
Don't lose the now!
I was one of those who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
and without an umberella and without a parachute,
Hermann Hesse - In The Mist
Many my friends I kept calling
when there was light in me;
Now, that my fogs are falling,
none can I see.
Victor Hugo - Letter
Some winged ship which is traveling far away,
Flying across the ocean, hounded by all the winds.
Lately it slept in port beside the quay.
Jane Austen - Oh! Mr Best You'Re Very Bad
And all the world shall know it;
Your base behaviour shall be sung
By me, a tunefull Poet.-
You used to go to Harrowgate
Each summer as it came,
Li Po - Alone Looking At The Mountain
All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.
Emily Dickinson - Nature
"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight F
or the ends of being and ideal grace.
Ralph Waldo Emerson - Song of Nature
Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days.
Edgar Allan Poe - Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Love Is Not All
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Robert Forest - The Secret Sits
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
Maya Angelou - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
Charles Baudelaire - Cats
They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:
When comes the season of decay, they both decide
Upon sweet, husky cats to be the household pride;
Cats choose, like them, to sit, and like them, shudder.
