Poetry
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The Death Song of the Venerable Bede Bede of Jarrow died on Thursday/May 26th, 735. He left behind mournful followers, a life of pious learning and devotion, and a monumental body...
It feels like a hug:- https://t.co/QZeEgR0adz
Read it. Learn it. Apply it. https://t.co/IJJiVvttTt
And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the L...
He has a problem learning from an Ashari today, but he doesn’t have a problem if the text itself he wishes to gain a sanad to is written by an Ashari? Better yet…Ibn al-Jazari has...
Why are you beaming with insecurities? You feel you aren't enough? So how does cowering make you feel enough, how does it make us blind to you feeling like you aren't something...
This is the oldest known love poem in the world. And though it is over 4000 years old, its universal expression of love would make you think it was written yesterday. Below, we e...
*chef's kiss* The heart is like a cooking pot stewing in our chest, our tongue the ladle. So wait for one to speak as their words will serve you what's in their heart--be it sweet...
A Poem for Friday "Prayer" by James Joyce Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain Its cruel calm, submission's misery,...
You have done well In the contest of madness. You were brave in that holy war. You have all the honorable wounds Of one who has tried to find love Where the Beautiful Bird Do...
My dearest Girl, This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assis...
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost...
The rest of the lyrics from the full version: I know for a fact that you were always the most sensitive and clumsy of us all I deeply regret that you were hurt this way Still, if...
how to get over someone https://t.co/Z5bJpzw3O6
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods http...
Oh come now (you will say) hear stars! It's clear You've lost your mind!" I´ll tell you anyway, I often wake to hear what they will say, I push my windows open, pale with tear http...
All people were born By the blue sea. All fathers Are bent over their looms Weaving the texture Their children proceed. All children run from the chatter of the loom To watch on t...
Some lines of poetry said to be from al-Imām al-Rāzī رضي الله عنه addressing the Christians: "Astonishing is Jesus of the Christians ... Who attributed Allah a father for him Th...
I asked AI to write me a poem about @msexcel and this is what it came up with...🧵 #readysteadyexcel #Excel #MicrosoftAmbassador
Amongst the flowers I am alone with my pot of wine drinking by myself; then lifting my cup I asked the moon to drink with me, its reflection and mine in the wine cup, just the thre...
All is abolished but the mute Alone. The mind from thought released, the heart from grief, Grow inexistent now beyond belief; There is no I, no Nature, known-unknown. The city, a s...
Again I am raging, I am in such a state by your soul that every bond you bind, I break, by your soul. I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason,...
Sleep has made my wild son tame. I, staring, ask: Is this the same Whose identity is made, Lost, remade by every shade, By every golden cave of sun? Is this the boy whos...
I think there's a nuance to the "First they came for the-" poem that I think a lot of conservatives miss, unsurprisingly.
