Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Let The Ascetics Sing Of The Garden Of Paradise --

Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise --We who dwell in the true ecstasy can forget their vase-tamed bouquet.In our hall of mirrors, the..

© Mirza Ghalib

Kiss Me

Ghooncha-e-nashiguftha ko dhoor se math dikha key yoonBosey ko poonchtha houn mein munh se muchey batha ki yoonTranslation:Don't stay afar pouting..

© Mirza Ghalib

It Is Not Love It Is Madness

(You say) It is not love, it is madnessMy madness may be the cause of your fameSever not my relationship with youIf nothing then be my enemyWhat is..

© Mirza Ghalib

Innocent Heart

Innocent heart, what has happened to you?Alas, what is the cure to this pain?We are interested, and they are displeased,Oh Lord, what is this..

© Mirza Ghalib

In Her Every Indication

Although in her every indication, the aim is something elseIf she shows her affection(with me) , then different suspicion arisesOh Lord, 'they' have..

© Mirza Ghalib

I Will Not Cry

I will not cry for satisfaction if I could get my choice,Among the divine beautiful virgins of heaven, I want only you.After killing me, do not bury..

© Mirza Ghalib

I Have Seen Almost All The Possible Troubles In My Life

I have seen almost all the possible Troubles in my life,The last one that I have to face is the Death.

© Mirza Ghalib

Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone

Heart it is, not a brick or stoneWhy shouldn't it feel the pain?Let none tyrannize this heartOr I shall cry again and againNeither the temple, nor..

© Mirza Ghalib

He Was, When It Was Aught

He was, when it was aughtHe would still be, even if it might have been naughtDrowned I am in my egoWhat would have happened if 'I' was notLaden with..

© Mirza Ghalib

Ghazal

I wish to go and dwell,In such a place,Where there's no one else.No one to understand my speech,No one around to talk with,There, I want to reach.I..

© Mirza Ghalib

Come That My Soul Has No Repose

Come that my soul has no reposeHas no strength to bear the injustice of waitingHeaven is given in return for the life of this worldBut that high is..

© Mirza Ghalib

About My Poems

I agree, O heart, that my ghazals are not easy to take in.When they hear my works, experienced poetstell meI should write something easier.I have to..

© Mirza Ghalib

A Thousand Desires

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for...Many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more...Why should my killer (lover) be afraid? No one..

© Mirza Ghalib

"No, I Wasn'T Meant To Love And Be Loved&Quot;

No, I wasn't meant to love and be loved.If I'd lived longer, I would have waited longer.Knowing you are faithless keeps me alive and hungry.Knowing..

© Mirza Ghalib

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This day is filled with gentle sweetness,A scent of spice, a touch of cheer.Carrot cake brings winter neatness,A gust of comfort wrapped in here.The..

© National Carrot Cake Day

Ode to the Carrot Cake

There are days that bloom with magic,Days that whisper soft delight.Today the carrot cake, nostalgic,Becomes the hero of the night.Warm and tender..

© National Carrot Cake Day

Carrot Cake Day

Carrot cake is more than sweetness,It’s comfort wrapped in gentle spice.It brings back warmth, it brings back neatness,A taste of childhood, soft and..

© National Carrot Cake Day

Dry August Burned

Dry August burned. A harvest hareLimp on the kitchen table lay,Its fur blood-blubbered, eye astare,While a small child that stood near byWept out her..

© Walter de la Mare

Song of the Mad Prince

Who said, "Peacock Pie"?The old King to the sparrow:Who said, "Crops are ripe"?Rust to the harrow:Who said, "Where sleeps she now?Where rests she now..

© Walter de la Mare

The Mother Bird

Through the green twilight of a hedgeI peered, with cheek on the cool leaves pressed,And spied a bird upon a nest:Two eyes she had beseeching..

© Walter de la Mare

November

THERE is wind where the rose was,Cold rain where sweet grass was,And clouds like sheepStream o'er the steepGrey skies where the lark was.Nought warm..

© Walter de la Mare

Seeds

The seeds I sowed -For week unseen -Have pushed up pygmyShoots of green;So frail you'd thinkThe tiniest stoneWould never letA glimpse be shown.But..

© Walter de la Mare

Puss

Puss loves man's winter fireNow that the sun so soonLeaves the hours cold it warmedIn burning June.She purrs full length beforeThe heaped-up hissing..

© Walter de la Mare

The Birthnight

Dearest, it was a nightThat in its darkness rocked Orion's stars;A sighing wind ran faintly whiteAlong the willows, and the cedar boughsLaid their..

© Walter de la Mare

The Night-Swans

'Tis silence on the enchanted lake,And silence in the air serene,Save for the beating of her heart,The lovely-eyed Evangeline.She sings across the..

© Walter de la Mare