Why Tears My Love?

Why
tears
my Love?
I gave you
my heart
and
you cry?

But
then
why do I
cry?

Men
don't cry,
you say.

But I do.

poem by Paul Hartal
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I'm Your Planet

Bright
Beautiful star
Now
I am your planet
Dust and fire
An oozing comet
Revolving
Around you
In close and distant
Orbits.

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I Remember Nothing

I remember nothing
I remember no thin
I remember no thi
I remember no th
I remember not
I remember no
I remember n
I remember

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Skeptic

Since a good scientist
Is always a skeptic
He doubts
That his mother
Truly loves him.

But because his mother
Truly loves him
He is a bad scientist.

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Oh, Poet

Every word
Is a miracle
Every yarn
A syllable.

Oh,
So,
A poet
Is born
Out
Of letters.

For,
If poetry
Is
What poets
Do
Then poets
Are created
By poems.

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In the Park

On his stepping out
Of the door
The glasses clinked.

In the park
There was
Leaden silence

But he whooped
Cheerfully
Amidst the trees.

A squirrel
Stared at him
In wonder.

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The Seven Shortest Poems In The World

Thought:

Brain
Train

Architecture:

Brick
Trick

Bad Habit:

Quit
It!

Insomnia:

Nap
Gap

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To a Raindrop

You tiny
Shining drop
Of late afternoon
Rain
Liquid pearl
Kissing the green
Chlorophyll
Of May
So innocent-looking
Now answer me
Are you indeed
Harmless
Or rather acid
And radioactive

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Rainbow’s Birth

The morning light
in your eye
unfurls a sail
in the solar wind
of sun rays.

Your fingers move
like flower petals
in the breeze
of June.

In the palm
of your hand
the rainbow
is born.

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Send-off

You came to the door
Saying farewell
In your delightful white dress
Glaring against your ebony hair.

The fluorescent light
In the concrete corridor
Mingled
With the viscous uneasiness
Of departure.

poem by Paul Hartal
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