My undergraduate major was poetry writing, but I really chose the major simply because fiction (my original concentration) wasn't working out for me. I did manage to publish poetry in a few small journals, but my senior year I had a professor who was downright mean to me. We knew...
Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream...
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the...
have been able to find
that make sense of what
is inside you.
But why should you ever
become weary with that,
For words are just tiny winds
with sounds if different
arrangements, and even if you
are never able to find the right ones,
by god if they never come,
Just to face it.
Left no traces.
Never again will I over explainall my actions to you.Your face turns sour, I gave you the powerto do what you’re going to do.When you got me scared, I wasn’t prepared,and so I pandered to you.You justified your torture,and scared me into silence. You punished me...
I've always enjoyed poetry sine I was young and I would like to share with you some of the poems I wrote:
"I can't stop falling for you,
for I know I truly love you
I can't make my heart stop missing you,
because it only beats for you
Nothing's ever really wrong,
Christmas soon be here
It's quickly drawing near
People full of cheer
Some with happy tear
Joyous wishes of the year
Christmas soon be here.
A hum bug my be in the air
Christmas one may not care
But joy remains in the air
By all who does care
Christmas will be here
Still so young
But always dreaming,
Still so young
With few opportunities
so she dreams...
So full of life
Making the most of today
While longing for tomorrow...
Longing for the days
when she'll live out those dreams
The dreams that grow every day...
midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains...
Colored like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
“Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a...
Whom troubles and worries hold in thrall.
He sings sweet songs of sun and dew
And lightens that world for me and you-
He opens our hearts- and pain has fled.
And memories of childhood live instead.
He soothes with the balm of love-bid tears
The bitter pain of the...
The way they stare through me..
Like you undress my soul.
To continue to pursue me.
Or it might be your lips.
Kisses so passionate.
Could be your energy.
Pulls me in like a magnet.
Your body language speaks so dramatic.
Your hands grab enough of me I almost can't stand it.
by Stephen Foster
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee,
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away..!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft...
“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope.
And when you take the lead,
I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.
Without you, I can't cope.
You have disturbed my sleep,
You have wrecked my image.
feelings very well, so I’ll try to elaborate, I want to paint constellations with your name, and plant trees that grow your favorite fruit, I want to dance with you, I want to twirl you around and catch you when you fall, I want to sleep with you, not sexually, but besides you...
This poem gets me everytime the last stanza esp. It's deff one of my favourite poems of all time. It's just so beautiful and poignant. Seriously the last stanza can have me welling up.
The kiss, dear maid ! thy lip has left
Shall never part from...
fearless and fast.
the ground is small from here.
im bigger than the rest.
but time moves quickly,
and so does the wind that's pushing me back.
Once, like an eagle.
Now, like a fragile leaf falling from the stem of a small branch.
But it is not...
that I've written mostly sad poems because the happy sounding ones always sound too cheesy to me. Then I quickly sliced off this bit of cheese..The birdies in the trees, The doggies with no fleas, They all have too much cheese, So stop now, if you please.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a womanPhenomenally...
I am me,
I am not you,
I dress as I wish because I am allowed too,
I am weird,
But I am caring,
I am not into lies,
Not even in the slightest,
Not towards others,
And definately not towards myself,
I am single,
But I am not desperate,
I am smart,
But I am not a...
writing is the way i rid myself of the anger in my life or celebrate the praises i have . I love reading other peoples work and seeing the inside of their hearts through the words in each line . what a wonderful way of learning about someone .
Make us feel like nothing, with everything they got
They are never going away
So stop trying to make your self look better,
Stop trying to be someone your not !
God has made you the way you are for a reason.
Even though the reason is not clear...
Born a prince, raised in a castle
Mother was kind, father was mad
A king not above, eating his young
To live, I grew smaller
Weaker, more bent
On self destruction
With each year
Then one crimson morning
Fate hurled me into battle
Like a spear
I lived in the...