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Raphna Main

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United States
United States
Reader. Daydreamer. Poetry lover. Tea lover. Peacemaker. Fascinated with languages. LOTR fan. Currently attempting to write poetry.
April 5, 2020
 

A poet

Weak as paper,
Strong as a pen,
Armed with words,
She stabs with a truth
And dares the world on

ORIGINAL
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March 19, 2020
 

Tell of The Seasons

Winter is the lone trill of a bird on a haggard branch.
Autumn sets the colored world within a raindrop.
Spring drives the April showers and speaks of the coming of birds.
Summer is the kingdom of the lordly sun and its sun-kissed memories.

SIMPLICITY DAY
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March 19, 2020
 

Hope Is A Friend

Hope is the friend of the poor
It caries their dreams
And guards their hearts
From the bitterness of the world.
From shore to shore, city to city
It will follow.

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 28, 2020
 

Speak Of The Wind

Speak of the wind,
Its loudest whispers,
Its coldest laughters,
Its dangerous secrets.
Speak of the wind and
It's cutting pains,
Speak of the wind
In the wailing tongue.

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SIMPLICITY DAY
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November 26, 2019
 

Solomon Hum

Solomon Hum
Went out one day,
Chasing the fancies
Of his heart
And the cryings
Of the lark.

"Where are you
Off to dear Mr Hum?"
Said the very tall youths
Of Banbury Glum.
They eyed him an eye,
A doubter's eye.

"Where do you rove,
Our dear Solomon Hum?"
"I'm off to the green groves
And to the troves,
Yes, to the troves and the
Treasury in coves."

"Come ye, come back
And all in all, we'll be a-right.
"Yes, " said the very large folks
Of Clamding Gloomed,
"Come you, upon my mark," they
Croaked and crooned.

"No thanks, thank you,"
Cried the joking, giggling boy.
"I'm going gamboling in the glade
And the great big field,
Where the peppermint zebras
Laugh and feed."

"I'm goin...

POOJA WAHANE SUBMISSION
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October 10, 2019
 

I Love To Sit And Ponder

I love to sit and ponder,
Sit beside the bright hearth fire
In the midst of the eventide
When the sky begins to cry
And earth smells like childhood's Memories half forgotten.
When the world outside my window pane
Fits within a single drop of rain,
I like to sit and wonder.

I like to sit and wonder,
Lie under a grandmother willow,
Humming with the singing brook,
Listening to the laughter of the breezes,
When spring has sprung and
Flung off its winter clothes
And the wood thrush sings a soliloquy.
When the world's awakening whispers
Dance with the soft March hares,
I love to sit and muse.

I love to sit and muse,
Wrapped tightly in a sea of blankets
With pil...

MADE WITH LOVE
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September 21, 2019
 

The Plea of the Dreamer

Skip, skip, skip upon a daydream
Awaken the dancer
Awaken the dreamer
The heart whispered a dream
But the mind screamed no
Still the heart wondered
To that paradise of fools
Oh the cynic rose in me
But let me dream a while longer
Reality is harshest
And its crystals are sharp
I must away to my castles in the air
I'll run away across the lilies
Into the arms of my reveries
Let me blow dandelions
In that country of my fancies
Let me sit under the willows
And ponder bygone days
Oh listen, you wool gatherers,
You creatures of fantasy
Follow me into that valley of the sun
Where I'll whistle a tune
A tune of autumn days
And the cool October rains
I must retreat ...

POOJA WAHANE SUBMISSION
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September 2, 2019
 

He made a promise to me
Yes, he promised
That always he would hold
My frailty in the years, in his hands
Through the choking bitter years
Yes, he promised
For a year and a day
He would say “ be not afraid”
The days turned to years
And the years bounded along
But how fast they approached
Those encroaching savage years
And when I found me in the gale
Upon my trembling limbs I turned
To seek a face that made a promise
But away he stole, quietly and tearfully
For, you see, he had promises to give
How I trembled, how I shook
But he had promises to give
And many promises to break
And I, I endured

She made a promise to me
Yes, she promised me
That my thoughts she'll ever keep
Till young day...

LIMITS EXIST ONLY IN THE MIND
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August 9, 2019
 

But I'm afraid, afraid I am
For who likes to plunge into the dark
And observe its crooked things
As a child I was afraid of the dark
Now I'm old, still I hold my childhood fears
I have not the adventurer's courage
To venture into dark and unknown places
From below I shall gaze onto the heights
But from the heights I shall not gaze down No, not to the hard lows below
It would give me such a scare
For, you see, I'm afraid of heights
I shall think upon my joy
But I will not voice my cutting sorrows
Things unsaid hurt much, much less
I will not look upon the heart
For it is a house of cruelty
Pain, oh cruel pain, it makes us grow
But ever since we were but babes
We knew to shrug away from pai...

WHITE CLOCK
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August 8, 2019
 

The sun is a-shining
The bees are a-buzzing
The birds are a-trilling
And the calla lily smiling
The world is a-right
The world is a-bright
And the world is a-laughing
Skipping down the dirt road
Running down the dirt road
Whistling down the dirt road
My heart is a-gamboling
I wish a wish, I wish it so
I dream a dream, I dream it so
I sigh a sigh, I sigh it so
Upon a twisted dandelion
The breeze upon the mountain
Comes calling down my name
The sun above the clouds
Comes peeking down on me
The roses in the meadow
Are singing down my tune
All the world is light
All the world is gay
All the world is a-beaming
Hooray, hooray
For a mirthful summer day

WHITE CLOCK
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June 17, 2019
 

Broken Angel

Once upon a lifetime
I had magnificent wings
I flew above the clouds
And I danced with the stars
In their journey of the night
But I was thrust down to earth
To the darkness of the earth
By soft lips and crooked words
Crinkling eyes and upturned noses
My wings were torn to shreds
Now all I have are still bleeding stumps
But now in this dark that is darker
Than the wing of the night’s raven
The predators are encircling me
They have forgotten my evolution
You see, eons ago I grew claws
As sharp as the hawk’s deadly talons
They think I’m weak, the stupid fools!
With a smirk I dare them forward
Oh approach, you deadly beings!
You creatures of the dying day
But beware, your ...

DARK NIGHT
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June 4, 2019
 

Who am I?

“Always be yourself,” they say
But what is myself?
Who am I?
What is me?
Am I glorious as the stars fair
Upon a clarion winter’s night?
Am I lonely as a kite, wind-tossed
On the wide plains of the sky?
Perhaps I am nameless as the wind
Whose beginning no one knows
And whose ending no one sees
Am I a brother’s sister dear?
And am I a sister’s confidant?
Mayhap I am a pitiful glob of mud
Deprived of shape and of desire
But who am I?
What is me?
How can I be when I know not how to be?
Am I ravening as the fuming sea?
And am I calm as the gentle rain?
Am I a mother’s treasured heart?
And am I a father’s laden soul?
Perhaps I am of dried cement
Formless, colorless, and unwieldy. ...

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 4, 2019
 

What Is Love?

There is an island they call Folly
‘Tis the country of the madman
‘Tis the court of the dunce
In this land of simpletons
In this carefully marshaled chaos
The streets are governed by the rejects
Ah, the fools!
They have abandoned each other
They have cast each other out
To catch the fever of the broken-hearted
In this beloved land of outcasts
One casted off by the other
In this great city of the brutes
One water droplet of love
Simply will not suffice
No, they must have it like an ocean
And it must be thick as congealed blood
But the detested madman, in his insanity,
Cried out, “what is love? What is Love?
People live and die for it.”

There is a high tower they call...

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 3, 2019
 

Wanderer

Be off with you, o wanderer!
Go trek the world,
Trot the globe
And bring me tales, if you can,
Tales of nations
Songs of souls,
Traipse the paths unknown, my love

Be off with you, o traveller!
Go walk the paths,
Tread the trails
And bring me back, if you can,
A wild flower,
A branch of gold,
Tramp the forest floors, my sweet

Be off with you, o wayfarer!
Go stroll the shores,
Follow the rivers
And bring me a glimpse, if you can,
Of smiling lips,
Of crying eyes,
Plod the secret roads, my dear

Come home to me, o little pilgrim!
The day is done
And night has come
At journey’s end, come if you can
For heavy hearts
And tired feet
Have need of rest and mother’s love

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