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Probably most recently popularised by the movie Interstellar this one is one of my favourite poems:

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Song Of The Violet

William Makepeace Thackeray
1811-1863

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And here is one of MY favorite LOVE poems....



Kahlil Gibran ~ On LOVE
(1883 - 1931)


When love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,
though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
 
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
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Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;
and then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure…
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of
love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but
not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto LOVE.
 
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you  worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires…

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

That Deceitful Mouth
Don’t speak to me with that mouth
That deceitful mouth
Which lies while smiling to my face
 
Don’t speak through your weak mouth
Too weak to resist temptation
Whose lips kiss in unforgivable betrayal

Don’t speak to me with that mouth
That has embraced another
A mouth full of cheapened kisses

Don’t speak through your weak mouth
Don’t dare to seek to justify
Your unjustifiable infidelities

Don’t speak through that odious mouth
That unspeakable dishonest mouth
Your unclean vessel of elicit Cunnilingus and you fellatio!

Don’t with those unfaithful lips
Whose kisses caressed anothers skin
Speak my name in terms of love

Don’t say sorry with that mouth
Don’t contaminate my ears
With platitudes and insincerity

Speak to me with that insidious mouth
That foul and deceitful mouth
Only to utter a final goodbye

Paul Curtis

Dying Flame

Happiness is fleeting,
It comes, it goes.
The light in your eyes,
Once, so brightly shone
Has dimmed to but a glow.
The remnants of an ember,
Nearly burned away to ash,
Of the fire I remember.

Our hearth has grown so cold,
The fire is nearly dead.
Yet, the flames still dance
And rage inside my head.
I still see them, though they've cooled.
I still feel your gentle warmth,
On these cold, winter nights
The fire still burns, deep inside my heart.

Happiness is fleeting,
It comes, it goes.
Yet the ember of our love
Still dimly glows.
It hasn't died, completely,
It just needs a little tending.
The fire can be re-lit.
This doesn't have to be an ending.

Our hearth has grown so cold,
But the warmth may still remain.
Our love can be reborn,
If we allow the flame to win.
Because the flame is still alive,
And though it may be dim,
We just need to stoke the flames
And let our love begin, again.

Daniel Kinnunen. 2018