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ADAdam Drucker
The power of word and a child\'s imagination walk their way through Doseone\'s works creating music described by Urb as \"so indelible you may have to physically turn it off and take a breather.\" From his sought after release \'Hemispheres\' to his poetic soundscape \'Slow Death\', his releases have overflowed with such style that it prompted one reviewer to dub him \"an artist who may turn out to be one of our generation\'s most important.\" One of hiphop\'s most prolific artists, he is the driving force behind Themselves, Deep Puddle Dynamics, cLOUDDEAD, and Greenthink and has provided guest vocals for a slew of other notable releases. From an east coast birth, to a midwest education, and now a westcoast lease, its full circle and all heart. \"Some kids just gotta be different, and some kids just gotta be Doseone.\" - Vice
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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PLPhilip Larkin
Philip Arthur Larkin, CH, CBE, FRSL (9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985) is commonly regarded as one of the greatest English poets of the latter half of the twentieth century. He was also a novelist and a jazz critic. He spent almost all of his working life as a university librarian. He first came to prominence with the publication in 1955 of his second collection of poems, The Less Deceived, which was followed by The Whitsun Weddings in 1964 and High Windows in 1974. He was offered the Poet Laureateship following the death of John Betjeman in 1984, but he declined the honour. Larkin was born in the city of Coventry. From 1930 to 1940 he was educated at King Henry VIII School in Coventry and, in October 1940, in the midst of the Second World War, he went up to St John's College, Oxford, to read English language and literature. Having been rejected for military service because of his poor eyesight, he was able, unlike many of his contemporaries, to follow the traditional full-length...
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DDDinu Diana
There is only one conclusion to every story: we all fall down.
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JKJohn Keats
John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...
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JCJim Carroll
James Dennis "Jim" Carroll (August 1, 1949 – September 11, 2009) was an author, poet, autobiographer, and punk musician. Carroll was best known for his 1978 autobiographical work The Basketball Diaries, which was made into the 1995 film of the same name, starring Leonardo DiCaprio as Carroll. Carroll was of Irish descent and attended Roman Catholic grammar schools from 1955 to 1963. In fall 1963, he entered public school, but was soon awarded a scholarship to the elite private school Trinity School (New York). He entered Trinity High School in 1964. Apart from being interested in writing, Carroll was an all-star basketball player throughout his grade school and high school career. He entered the "Biddy League" at age 13 and participated in the National High School All Star Game in 1966. During this time, Carroll was living a double life as a heroin addict who prostituted himself to afford his habit, but was also writing poems and attending poetry workshops at St. Mark's Poetry...
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rusu alina
25 ani.1.65,terminat Conservatorul,canto clasic(principal) si pian secunndar
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DADosa Andrei-Adam
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VIVereha Olivia Irina
all we are is dust in the wind...
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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all full shayari, toate aceste poeme
de Alina Manole
mergeam azi prin zăpada cenușie a iașului și mă gândeam cum mergea mama lui însărcinată cu el, gata să-l nască, tot așa prin zăpadă, poate cărând o sacoșă plină cu mere, merele acelea mici naturale,...
Sonnet LXXV
de William Shakespeare
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season\'d showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As \'twixt a miser and his wealth is found; Now proud as an...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 6 - Mina Murray\'s Journal 24 July. Whitby.- Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms. This is...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
DRACULA (1897) written by Bram Stoker Chapter 1 - Jonathan Harker\'s Journal 3 May. Bistriz. Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46,...
în barul ăla jegos a cântat bjork
de Ecaterina Ștefan
barul ăsta jegos pe nume renet de pe strada petru rareș 37 de lângă blocurile asemului a cântat bjork - all is full of love m-am mirat cumplit era acolo un tip care bea bere și privea la geam iar...
de mâine ești vulpea mea argintie
de Alexandru Gheție
(slow motion) am visat că ești vulpea mea argintie nicio realitate nu s-a ascuns în spatele alteia zorii au curs firesc/ dimineața s-a fărâmițat de dor și amiaza s-a cârlionțat ca o birmaneză neagră...
In memoriam cu punct
de Ioana Petcu
2004 am o fotografie de atunci pe bibliotecă eram slabă era făcută cu blitzul privirea mea obișnuită țeasta rasă cerul se strâmba mai aproape călătoream cu tramvaiul noaptea erau oameni cu...
totul e poezie
de Ecaterina Ștefan
mă trezesc într-un pat rece și o liniște deplină ca în mijlocul parcului cu catedrală. porumbeii se opresc acolo nu pentru locurile sfinte. mi-a spus că nu divinitatea, ci liniștea, doar liniștea îi...
PARADISE LOST -- Book X
de John Milton
Book X Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...