The title of the video is misleading. "Dreams" is by Langston Hughes, the Blake poem read is "A Poison Tree". I like the pace and tone of the reader, very embracing.

this poem makes my heart ache so much because idk if i can even answer “Yes” to any of those questions

William one day I will be like you not only that but greater a 13 yr old Swazi African child❤❤❤❤❤❤

After a long death, the darling bought me back to this man

If anyone is trying to find the author for the first poem, don't, it from paper written in 1903 called The Lutheran Observer, you can do a Google book search with the poem text to see it. Wish there was a single video of the poem.

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You see it's a very special bra I have to have! All the ones in the market, even though , that's been over a space of a lifetime, are a torture to me. I try to redo them to fit these jugs , only to be disappointed, and my new bra, that's taken me years to buy, is destroyed! So, I always end up with only one bra; and carrying around these heavy, feel like jars! The bras, either make my breast swing down and dangle like a balloon, build a hill of tension in my shoulders and neck, that send me into a world of pain, and stress! So much these different types of bras do, to torture me! Most of all, they unlock my sciatic nerve, bang on my hamstrings all day! Then my buttocks and knees seem to go to the mountains and play, causing all kinds of inflammation, making me bend over with scrutiny pain!!!! I still have to give my daily offering and sacrifice to Jehovah God, my High Priest Jesus Christ ,perform all of my duties, care for my Sister, Seek the kingdom, seek relief; and at the end of each day, touching base with my closest contacts, even though only two, answer back! They are my encouragement and joy, along with our God given Bible study I share! Scrolling down KZfaq lane, stopping occasionally at LMN Christian Movie - Fame, hoping to hear someone who can relate, to what I am facing, and can help me run this race! A glass of grape or white grape 100% juice will do, hot coco, or black coffee, wait a minute, I still have clothes soaking in the sink, to ring out too! This is an every day life of hell, including the dangerous fireworks outside, I've cut my own grass and the hedge bushes and limbs too; for twenty years, up until last year! That's when they started sending a dog to stop my joy, and since the Holy Scriptures say: beware of and evil workers, and dogs! I have to pay someone else to do it, and still can't find anyone to trim my hedges and cut the tree limbs. So, every day , it's meditating on Jesus' words, that feeds my soul, telling him my problems, and hoping once again, he heals me, have mercy, and make me whole! Still Waiting for him and his presence, to show up as I praise him! So he can still the enemy of my soul; and cause him to fall down and go back! Even though tomorrow is a new day, They will be back again; but I will still cry Holy and thank you Lord Jesus! Even through all the pains and trials, Lord God Jehovah, I give you the Glory; and thanks to Lord Jesus and his followers! He has still, been so good to me! Even while I sleep, he makes it a gift to me, with sweet, peaceful, sleep! Adventurous, dreams and so I give thanks, to thee oh Lord, my healer, savior, deliverer, and great Friend I am still waiting on you! In Christ Alone! PDW in Christ

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I would prefer to hear them spoken with an English accent.

This is a garbage poem imo

My great inspiration is William Shakespeare. These poems are so sweet and heartfelt

When you live in another country as a foreigner and don't know anyone, sometimes days go by without the opportunity to be kind to others, to see them and help them. You cannot help others because you yourself are trying to 'float'. When you count a lot of days, you wonder if it makes sense to live without all those "ordinary things" sincere smiles and grateful faces that you left at home and went further into the world chasing new goals. Then one realizes the value of all the things mentioned in the poem.

Pure genius - sheer class......Shakespeare will remain in my heart forever......

Big classique love it❤

All souls are healed by Love, It's the Holy Grace from above. When your heart feels sore, It will embrace you to the core. Diseases are cured by Love, All the heart's wounds, our soul's trove. And those among you who've befriended her, Will forever be on familiar terms, as it were. She's in the Soul, not made by hand, The most beautiful in the universe, so grand. God is Love!!! But if it's lacking, Purify your Mind - God's grace be asking. Vasiliy Dobrev

All bad things will pass away, And joy, my friend, won't always stay. Yet it's more productive, indeed, It supports the spirit that's in need. Without just rose-colored glasses, Where no illusions in goodness passes, Where you objectively heed Everything you see, indeed. Don't think of the bad in someone, You might miss the good that's done. Look for both, the bad and good, See in others what you should. Don't make an idol out of a soul, For no one's perfect on the whole. The meaning of life is in spirit's quest, Where many beautiful ideas rest. Vasyl Dobrev (Kyiv) Avoid any blow, dodge the strife, Troubles will pass by in life. For life has many troubles, indeed, I wish you well, that's my greet.

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1:16 Amazing that these were published after Shakespeare's death, as he intended. He believes that the sonnets are his only chance to immortalize the fair youth, the dark lady and himself. In Sonnet 72 he tells us "my name be buried where my body is." He was right!

Thanks enough I will start a good day today

True Dad's but values today are warped and confused by lies and perversion

Beautifully written inspiration. Love it. God Bless!🙏😇

So powerful, I cry every time I hear it…

chosen or not chosen

to beleive or not to beleive

This poem makes me think of something I read once. Talking about the “tomorrow man.” Stating a tomorrow man is a person that makes themselves and the people around them better for tomorrow. Be it working out and helping those that need it. I think that message and that poem is powerful if internalized. Why not live today how you wish you lived yesterday?

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Think you so much its so beutefull

Keep going for golden crown

Using this as inspo for fanfic..

The simplest of things brings us joys to later become the bed for founding empires...

I am speechless

I love the connection to modern day. We might walk by someone and say hello but was it a real hello or formality. We don’t stop during the day until the end of the day, which seems like a cycle of nothing. You can judge a persons impact and connection by how many are present at celebrations such as a wedding or funeral. I’m sure some will say different but on the most important and emotional days…who’s there. Who really connected with you?

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To have no secret place wherein I stoop unseen to shame or sin... That is a quality that men need in these modern times when it is so easy for us to live out secret lives. When incognito mode bids us come, simply stare it in the face... And don't. Let it call and whisper if you must, but hold fast even if you're ground to dust. From the ashes, you'll rise again. Tomorrow. You'll feel better then.

This poem was read at Jackie Onassis’ funeral

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Can listen all day

POETRY IS EASY I'LL SHOW YOU, ROSES ARE RED AND VIOLETS ARE SOMETHING DOH !!!! DOH !!!! HEY , BART GO GET YOUR OLD MAN ANOTHER BEER !!!! DON'T ARGUE WITH ME, LOUSY KID I BLAME HALF ASS PARENTING 😅

Who on earth is the reader: demasked for damask, thou for though and many more weird mistaken words

2:36 Awry, pronounced uh-rai, it’s a word in current useage

So deep

This is so touching

Thanks for helping us and i can do my roll also easily!! i am thankful to you!!

great video

My sympathies lie with the victims of war and the soldiers who defend their homes, leaving their families in a state of heartbreak🤍

you know u fked up when the answer was no

This poem was written by Kent M. Keith and is wrongly attributed to Mother Teresa.

I have stumbled upon this poem last year for a competition..Such a great poem

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