Wilt thou love God as He thee? - John Donne

Wilt thou love God as He thee? then digest,

My soul, this wholesome meditation,

Poplar Trees - Jovan Dučić

Why tonight the poplars rustle that way?

So passionately, so strange? Why they rustle so?

The yellow moon slowly sets behind the hills,

Distant and black, like a foreboding; and dreams

News Paper - Laxmi Prasad Devkota

Newspaper covers world news

Also expresses its own views

But tilts like leaning tower of Pisa.

The Soul Has a Message - Alemtsehay Wodajo

From the time she arrives, until the time she leaves her borrowed body,

the soul has a message, a role to perform and the means to perform it:

My Dearest Mommie - Lord Cam

She is dead now...but I wish she was still here

To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son

School - Briceida Cuevas Cob

And the ants that sing, laugh, dance

and play in circles, began to cry.

She was born a woman, one on whom they

threw boiling water when she appeared

in the kitchen.¹

El Charro - José Santos Chocano

A coat of silk, cheap jewels he loves to flaunt,

Some tawdry lace that serves him for a frill:

He grasps a pistol butt, and seems to taunt

The world and grip it in his ugly will.

Fouzti, prayer poem - Sheikh Ahmadou Bamba

O you my Lord may glad tiding forever be on Jesus and on His Mother Mary throughout this Poem. 

O You Who Said: Make no distinctions between any of My Prophets!

Love Song For Words - Nazik al-Malaika

Why do we fear words

when they have been rose-palmed hands,

fragrant, passing gently over our cheeks,

and glasses of heartening wine

sipped, one summer, by thirsty lips?

Sleeping on the Street - Yi Byeong-Ryul

Removing your clothes like old newsprint

I lay you down raw on a damp mattress and look down on you.