English Poetry Shayari

When I Am Dead  My Dearest
Sing No Sad Songs For Me

Plant Thou No Roses At My Head
Nor Shady Cypress Tree

Be The Green Grass Above Me
With Showers And Dewdrops Wet

And If Thou Wilt  Remember
And If Thou Wilt  Forget

I Shall Not See The Shadows
I Shall Not Feel The Rain

I Shall Not Hear The Nightingale
Sing On  As If In Pain

And Dreaming Through The Twilight
That Doth Not Rise Nor Set

Haply I May Remember
And Haply May Forget

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Love For Me Is Life In Its Best Form
Love Is What My Guru Says Is Security

Love Is What I Am Willing To Give Unconditionally
Love Is What I Yearn For All Times.

Love Is What Makes Me Live
Love Is What Gives Me Warmth

Love Is What Helps Me Breathe
Love Is What Makes Me Bright.

Ask The Ones Who Love, It Makes One Dreamy
Ask The Ones Who Love, It Makes One Seeking

Ask The Ones Who Love, It Makes One Faithful
Ask The Ones Who Love, It Makes One Crave For More

Love Has Forms That Keep Me Warm
Love Has Forms That Make Me Thirsty

Love Has Forms That Makes Me Loving
Love Has Forms That Makes Me Yearn

In All Its Forms Love Is Life For Me
In All It Does Love Is Life For Me.

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Smile An Ever Lasting Smile
A Smile Can Bring You Near To Me

Don’t Ever Let Me Find You Gone
‘Cause That Would Bring A Tear To Me

This World Has Lost Its Glory
Lets Start A Brand New Story

Now My Love You Think That
I Dont Even Mean A Single Word I Say

Its Only Words And Words Are All
I Have To Take Your Heart Away

Talk In Ever Lasting Words And
Dedicate Them All To Me

And I Will Give You All My Life
I m Here If You Should Call To Me

You Think That I Dont Even Mean A Single Word I Say
Its Only Words And Words Are All I Have

To Take Your Heart Away Its Only Words
And Words Are All I Have To Take Your Heart Away

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Sunrise On The Desert.
Golden Sands, A Red- Orange Sky.

A Shadow Cast In Darkness-
On The Winds Subtle Cry.

Crossing A Painted Picture,
A Seemingly Endless Cage.

Facing Another Day Alone,
The Cowboy Turns The Page.

He Rides Towards The Horizon,
Where Each Night The Sunsets Hide.

Black Stetson Hat, Callused Hands,
On The White Horse He Calls Pride.

A Face Rough And Unshaven,
Kabar Knife, Boots And Levi’s.

Never A Smile, Never A Frown,
Just Wild, Blue Staring Eyes,

And The Desert Winds Blow Harsh,
Dust Kicking Up In His Sight.

But Steady On His March,
The Man Presses On Through The Plight.

Perseverance Leads The Way,
On The Lonely, Sometimes Dreadful Quest.

Indeed A Good Man Some Would Say,
But I’d Say He’s The Best.

And The Dream Seems Within Reach Now,
The Tiresome Journey Nearing Its End.

He Can See It In The Distance,
As The Storm Seems To Suspend.

A Land Where Emotions Flourish-
In Grandiose Euphoria.

A Land Where Pain Eases And Hearts Nourish,
A Land He Calls “Utopia”.

Yes Determination, Will, And Guts,
His Three Best Friends Behooved-

Have Led Him To The Crossroads-
Where Nothing Remains To Be Proved.

The Desert Lies Behind Him,
Prosperity Just Ahead On The Plain.

He Slows Up Just A Moment,
Gently Pulling Back The Reign.

Tipping His Hat Without Looking Back-
To Those He Touched On This Parade.

He Holds His Head High, Lets Out A Sigh,
Watching A Brilliant Sunset Fade.

And Night Comes On The Wings Of Angels,
Calling A Billion Stars To His Side.

Carrying Him Away To His “Utopia”,
The Cowboy’s Final Ride.

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