Best Recite Poems

Away my soul suspends into the thin air
As I drool away the day, lying in the lair
Waiting for the diamond rays of the sun sinking below the earth far away
Chirping crickets; and the curly motions of the evening birds takes my soul away 
Chorus of...

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Write and recite me a poem,
A poem about the abduction of them
They abducted themselves,
Please recite me all tale of that.

Write and recite me a poem,
A poem about the death of my brother
He found that he dead at campus.
Please, write and recite me a grim reaper.

Write...

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Nobody will survive
 in this world for ever 
Oneday I have to go silently
Then you have to follow me only…

One day your black hair 
will turn into grey
Black pupils of your eyes 
will become turbid
Tight and smooth skin 
will become loose and lax….

Nobody will survive...

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We had no piece to write 
but a story to recite,
Of bricks and straws, 
moulded to walls,
With springs of sweat 
that soiled the earth,
And splashes of blood,
And tears we build.

We had no song to sing 
but a dirge to raise,
Of filth and dung
Without a praise,
Darted...

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To tell is prose to read you see

to show recite  one's poetry...

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I love; I really love your voice and your diction
Recite me a poem in an unknown language
I don't give a darn about the pronunciation
Undress the words; I love them when they're naked.

Take your time; be loud, louder, harder, and then softer
Do not stop when you...

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To the flow of a drum
They throw words like spears
To honour their culture with a side of a dance
They evoke the ancestors with voices that echo through the jungle 
Animals have no choice but to bow down to the conquers of the jungle 
They recite...

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I wrote a Rose
And I read it to your heart
I embrace your anger
I threw it into the dark

I spoke of love
As I held your hair
Kiss your soul
And I called you dear
I love you for your soul first

Must I  be so Cavalier
Challenging my Pleasant Flower
...

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Reading poetry is a lot like running in a race.
From the start to the finish, one must set a pace.

Read it, as if you were reading, to a great big crowd.
Do not be timid, read the piece and read it very loud!

A poem is a...

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in a you tube clip...

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Her skin, a velvet sin, a scripture I recite with the tip of my tongue,
melts like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet on my hungry lips,
pouring confessions in breathless whispers, a dance of endless desire.
I pull her closer, white-knuckled on silk sheets,
intoxicated by the ecstasy between...

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A sweet memory of our school days
We walked to school everyday
With a light school bag 
Under a blue sky
With rain or sunshine abound
Only a few books in the school bag
But many flowers pluck 
Or junk food bought along the way
We only had to finished our...

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*** Kept Eternally ***

The causes for our weeping
— From hunger to grieving —
Occur — in whimpers to wailing.
However, our tears, we believe,

Are in themselves liquid, and, thus, silently
Flowing their sad running from our eyes
Along the crescents over reddenened cheeks to be
Wiped away…Although they go, those...

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The Poet's Condition
by Michael R. Burch

(for my mother, Christine Ena Burch)

The poet's condition
(bother tradition)
is whining contrition.
Supposedly sage,

his editor knows
his brain's in his toes
though he would suppose
to soon be the rage.

His readers are sure
his work's premature
or merely manure,
insipidly trite.

His mother alone
will answer the phone
(perhaps with a...

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Nothing can be insured totally
Neither life, accident, disaster, 
sickness nor epidermic
Surely 
You pay and lose to receive
It is only a sort of compensation
A sort of condolence gift
Sadly to say
No one can insure Omicron
As no one can insure fate
Anyway
Recite a prayer
Do distancing, wearing mask, 
washing hands...

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