Quotes about lain, page 5
Peace
When lion and lamb have together lain down
Spectators cry out, all in chorus;
'The lamb doesn't shrink nor the lion frown
A miracle's working before us!'
But 't is patent why Hot-head his wrath holds in,
And Faint-heart her terror and loathing;
For the one's but an ass in a lion's skin,
The other a wolf in sheep's clothing.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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I died for beauty but was scarce
I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
'For beauty,' I replied.
'And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are,' he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Three F[r]iends
First fast f[r]iend was PAIN
sharp, yet safe refuge from all
rage thump that pumped vein
One more for BLADE, bane
chill, still sharper, none forestall, -
call sustained, blood-stain.
One last for SLEEP - lain
false mirage call before fall,
forgetting, - vain drain.
Three f[r]iends, SLEEP, BLADE, PAIN
passed judgement that all appal, -
stark dark pall remains …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Speak of Pain
No pain to give, so pain gives me
Words of truth, of sincerity
As thy speak thy word flow
Into mine soul, into where I don't know?
What pain is, what pain be
Is my truth, my sincerity
As thy speak, mine heart ooze
All mine pain in mine memory
So speak the truth, wert my pain reign
In thy soul, wert truth never lain…
and pain be a word or two
which bonds me in sympathy with you.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Depression
I'm scared that I have fallen,
into that rift yet once again.
The black hole that I had feared,
the one i rotted in as I lain.
Even worse to me is the thought,
that I never did ever climb out.
And all that I have been,
is merely a voiceless shout.
From a depth too far to reach,
in a land too far below.
A place I tried to run from,
Yet is a place I always go.
poem by Mandy Lee
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Swaying Ship
May the ship sway for certainty and suspense,
Inwardly the sailors feel and hurt in defence.
My leader is on the sea and divides the slain
From the not so dead, but those who are lain
On the ground of the boat, the different repose
That entered a phase of too much danger I suppose.
May those ships in the night be happier
When certain fish have surrendered being angrier.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Night And peace
NIGHT in the woods,—night:
Peace, peace on the plain.
The last red sunset beam
Belts the tall beech with gold;
The quiet kine are in the fold,
And stilly flows the stream.
Soon shall we see the stars again,
For one more day down to its rest has lain,
And all its cares have taken flight,
And all its doubt and pain.
Night in the woods,—night:
Peace, peace on the plain.
poem by Edward Rowland Sill
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Ravenous Hunger
The snake travels up the spine.
Coiling.
Twisting.
Contorting.
HUNGRY!
Looking for that sweet spot.
Unyeilding pain.
Wanting to enter the cortex.
Craving the complete system.
Striving for that place that will leave me lain.
Devising faceless replace.
Snake of Eden paid,
upon my for thine sins.
Horrid fire paid for my deeds.
Groveling to the knees of a demon that pays no heed.
poem by Brad Kellum
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I Died For Beauty
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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She Weeps over Rahoon
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.
poem by James Joyce
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