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    snow English Poetry Comp Feb 2012

    Assalamoalikum
    kaise hain sab?
    is bar new topic ke sath hazir hon
    is bar sab ne Funny poetry
    share karni hai..
    wait rahega sab ki sharings ka



    1 ... Aik member aik he bar Share Kar sakta hai.
    2 ... Aik jaisa mat share kijeye ga.
    3 ... Comp ki last Date 21 Feb hai.
    4 ... Winner Admin Team Khud decide karay gi !




    3297731y763i7owcz zps9ed156a3 - English Poetry Comp Feb 2012

    MAY OUR COUNTRY PROGRESS IN EVERYWHERE AND IN EVERYTHING SO THAT THE WHOLE WORLD SHOULD HAVE PROUD ON US
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    Afternoon in School
    The Last Lesson
    When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
    How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart
    My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start
    Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt,
    I can haul them and urge them no more.
    No more can I endure to bear the brunt
    Of the books that lie out on the desks: a full three score
    Of several insults of blotted pages and scrawl
    Of slovenly work that they have offered me.
    I am sick, and tired more than any thrall
    Upon the woodstacks working weariedly.


    And shall I take
    The last dear fuel and heap it on my soul
    Till I rouse my will like a fire to consume
    Their dross of indifference, and burn the scroll
    Of their insults in punishment? - I will not!
    I will not waste myself to embers for them,
    Not all for them shall the fires of my life be hot,
    For myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till sleep
    Shall have raked the embers clear: I will keep
    Some of my strength for myself, for if I should sell
    It all for them, I should hate them -
    - I will sit and wait for the bell.


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    Wish u luck, wish u joy,

    May u hav a baby boy,

    When his hair start 2 curl, may u hav a baby girl,

    When she starts wearing pins, may u have a pair of twins..

    When ur twinz turn to four, may u hav a baby more.

    N if u go on with this scheme, u wil hav a cricket team....
    suno hworiginal - English Poetry Comp Feb 2012
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    A Noiseless Patient Spider a poem
    by Walt Whitman
    I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
    Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
    It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
    Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

    And you O my soul where you stand,
    Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
    Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
    Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
    Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

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    To My Alarm Clock
    © By Anonymous



    Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping
    When the peace is ruptured by a horrible beeping.
    My serenity ripped asunder, sudden and drastic
    By this evil, demonic, red-eyed piece of plastic.

    I roll over in pain and pound on the snooze,
    Groaning, moaning, thinking 'What's there to lose?'
    'Don't make me get up, just nine minutes more.'
    The same thing I've said every morning before.

    It's not that I hate mornings or dread the new day.
    It's just that I loathe waking up in this way.
    I'd much rather simply rise up with the light,
    Glowing in the window, chasing away the night.

    But the sudden screaming, the incessant fuss,
    Makes me want to yell and cry and simply to cuss.
    Especially the knowledge that all of my sorrow
    Will be repeated the same time, same way, tomorrow.
    Alhamdullilah

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    Our Little Ghost
    a poem by Louisa May Alcott

    Oft in the silence of the night,
    When the lonely moon rides high,
    When wintry winds are whistling,
    And we hear the owl's shrill cry,
    In the quiet, dusky chamber,
    By the flickering firelight,
    Rising up between two sleepers,
    Comes a spirit all in white.

    A winsome little ghost it is,
    Rosy-cheeked, and bright of eye;
    With yellow curls all breaking loose
    From the small cap pushed awry.
    Up it climbs among the pillows,
    For the "big dark" brings no dread,
    And a baby's boundless fancy
    Makes a kingdom of a bed.

    A fearless little ghost it is;
    Safe the night seems as the day;
    The moon is but a gentle face,
    And the sighing winds are gay.
    The solitude is full of friends,
    And the hour brings no regrets;
    For, in this happy little soul,
    Shines a sun that never sets.

    A merry little ghost it is,
    Dancing gayly by itself,
    On the flowery counterpane,
    Like a tricksy household elf;
    Nodding to the fitful shadows,
    As they flicker on the wall;
    Talking to familiar pictures,
    Mimicking the owl's shrill call.

    A thoughtful little ghost if is;
    And, when lonely gambols tire,
    With chubby hands on chubby knees,
    It sits winking at the fire.
    Fancies innocent and lovely
    Shine before those baby-eyes,
    Endless fields of dandelions,
    Brooks, and birds, and butterflies.

    A loving little ghost it is:
    When crept into its nest,
    Its hand on father's shoulder laid,
    Its head on mother's breast,
    It watches each familiar face,
    With a tranquil, trusting eye;
    And, like a sleepy little bird,
    Sings its own soft lullaby.

    Then those who feigned to sleep before,
    Lest baby play till dawn,
    Wake and watch their folded flower
    Little rose without a thorn.
    And, in the silence of the night,
    The hearts that love it most
    Pray tenderly above its sleep,
    "God bless our little ghost!"

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    Today I Got a Valentine


    Today I Got a Valentine
    from everyone but Kay.
    But that's alright...
    I never liked her that much anyway.

    She never trades her Oreos.
    She isn't good at catch.
    She doesn't like my favorite bands.
    Her socks don't often match.

    She doesn't play computer games.
    She wears her hair in braids.
    She's something of a teacher's pet
    and always gets good grades.

    She dots her i's with little hearts.
    She's always reading books.
    Whenever I'm around, she gives me
    such confusing looks.

    But, oh my goodness, here comes Kay,
    and what is this I see?
    It seems she has an extra special
    Valentine for me.

    It's big and red has the words
    "Will you be mine today?"
    I always said there's no one else
    I like as much as Kay.


    --Kenn Nesbitt





    تیری انگلیاں میرے جسم میںیونہی لمس بن کے گڑی رہیں
    کف کوزه گر میری مان لےمجھے چاک سے نہ اتارنا

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    Stellas Birthday
    a poem by Jonathan Swift






    Stella this day is thirty-four,
    (We shan't dispute a year or more
    However, Stella, be not troubled,
    Although thy size and years are doubled,
    Since first I saw thee at sixteen,
    The brightest virgin on the green;
    So little is thy form declin'd;
    Made up so largely in thy mind.

    Oh, would it please the gods to split
    Thy beauty, size, and years, and wit;
    No age could furnish out a pair
    Of nymphs so graceful, wise, and fair;
    With half the lustre of your eyes,
    With half your wit, your years, and size.
    And then, before it grew too late,
    How should I beg of gentle Fate,
    (That either nymph might have her swain,)
    To split my worship too in twain


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    صرف آواز نہیں ، لفظ بھی مقفل ہیں مرے

    سوچ میں ہوں کہ اب تجھ کو پکاروں کیسے

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