POEMS

ENGLISH POEMS


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1- HOW BEAUTIFUL THE RAIN-





How beautiful is the rain! 

After the dust and heat, 

In the broad and fiery street, 

In the narrow lane, 

How beautiful is the rain! 



How it clatters along the roofs, 

Like the tramp of hoofs! 

How it gushes and struggles out 

From the throat of the overflowing spout 



Across the window-pane 

It pours and pours; 

And swift and wide, 

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain! 



The sick man from his chamber

Looks at the twisted brooks; 

He can feel the cool 

Breath of each little pool; 

His fevered brain 

Grows calm again, 

And he breathes a blessing on the rain. 



From the neighbouring school 

Come the boys, 

With more than their wonted noise

And commotion; 

And down the wet streets 

Sail their mimic fleets, 

Till the treacherous pool 

Engulfs them in its whirling 

And turbulent ocean. 



In the country, on every side, 

Where far and wide, 

Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide 

Stretches the plain, 

To the dry grass and the drier grain 

How welcome is the rain! 



In the furrowed land 

The toilsome and patient oxen stand: 

Lifting the yoke-encumbered head, 

With their dilated nostrils spread, 

They silently inhale 

The clover-scented gale, 

And the vapours that arise 

From the well-watered and smoking soil. 

For this rest in the furrow after toil 

Their large and lustrous eyes 

Seem to thank the Lord, 

More than man's spoken word. 



N ear at hand, 

From under the sheltering trees, 

The farmer sees 

His pastures, and his fields of grain, 

As they bend their tops 

To the numberless beating drops

Of the incessant rain. 

He counts it as no sin 

That he sees therein 

Only his own thrift and gain. 




                                        WRITTEN   BY H.W LONGFELLOW
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2- NATURE -

Nature…Nature…Everywhere…

Full of green, red, blue

God gave us birth

To clean the dirt.

Nature contains ocean

Which is in continuous motion.

Nature has trees.

Nature has river.

We spoil our nature.

So, we spoil our future.

Don’t waste water.

Keep at least some for future.

Today there is less nature.

But we go on cutting trees day by day

Nature is inspiring.

Nature is strong.

Nature is beautiful.

Nature is attractive.

Oh! Great man….go along with nature

For your better future.


WRITTEN BY -     R. Nivethaa - Jayankondam - Tamil Nadu - India

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3- A dog is A Dog. :


Now dogs pretend they like to fight; 

They often bark, more seldom bite; 

But yet a Dog is, on the whole, 

What you would call a simple soul. 

Of course I'm not including Pekes, 

And such fantastic canine freaks. 

The usual Dog about the Town 

Is much inclined to play the clown 

And far from showing too much pride 

Is frequently undignified. 

He's very easily taken in- 

Just chuck him underneath the chin

Or slap his back or shake his paw, 

And he will gambol and guffaw. 

He's such an easy-going lout, 

He'll answer any hail or shout.

                                        Written By Thomas Stearns Eliot

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How did It happen?


Once I grew very very tall,

My lovely sister seemed a doll,

I jumped up high to touch the sky,

What I say is not a lie.


Later I grew little more,

I could not see her anymore,

Creamy clouds sprinkled ice,

Crawling stars rolled on my eyes.


Then I grew a giant of all.

I prayed to God to make me small.

Soon I woke up with a scream

To know that all was just a dream. 



                                  BY AN UNKNOWN AUTHOR 

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