I actually like ancient Chinese poetry a lot!!!
Here's one of my favorite, the translation is okay, or I should say, pretty good...?
Immortals on the Magpie Bridge1...
The two of us in a pod, you could say were peas I would say we are peanuts, even though we are far, we are close and nothing can come between us. This was my attempt at poetry...
BY SIEGFRIED SASSOON
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white...
I've come across this poem long ago and liked it very much...here's to share...
Floating around like a feather in the wind
My heart has been broken; too tired to try and mend...
I love this woman!!! http://vimeo.com/m/36987057
Lucille Clifton is so encouraging.
I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman
IN Heaven a spirit doth dwell
Whose heart-strings are a lute;
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells,and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new...
In The Wood
author: Adelaide Anne Procter
In the wood where shadows are deepest
From the branches overhead,
Where the wild wood-strawberries cluster
And the softest moss is...
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right...
'Twas the night before Christmas, and G.o.d it was neat
The family had gone, and I was in heat,
The doors were all bolted, and the phone off the hook
It was time for some n.o.o.ky...
I commit suicide/
With every word that I rhyme/
It's like the sentences/
Creating a lyrical death wish/
Spittin fire as I sit with this ghetto dream...
It’s Christmas Eve
And you’re probably in town for awhile
Was six years this month….
Still can’t believe what kids we were back then
Six long years, eh...
Even the stars adore you
I sailed an ocean in your eyes, sparkled with desire
I dreamed of a thousand nights of embers of our fire
The stars fell at your feet that I collected and...
I know this might seem obvious already, but I love poetry. It's one of the few forms of writing that I enjoy writing over reading. I used to do it as a kid, write out little rhymes...
Poetry - Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when...
"Most people ignore poetry because most poetry ignores people"
i m a newbie at ep and in da field of poetry also though m a masters in english...ummm dis poem was written when my ex married...so it may be coarse for all the experienced poets...
by A. Leek
I decided that it's about time to just focus on me. To love myself unconditionally. I've not only neglected but I have been so abusive to myself. I have put...
I'm usually pretty good at poetry, but I haven't written in years and I kinda lost my touch.
We have to write a poem in English, though, and I've been stuck these past few days. I...
I write poetry because it helps me deal with stress in my life. It is a way to collect my thoughts and put them into a structure that I can then come to better understand . It is...
Feel free to check out my EP blog, that's where I post my work. It's mostly poetry.
I do have a couple of stories (and they do have mature content, for those of you that don't...
I love poetry ways to get my message across and be creative
Shout out to my cheesy poetry
I think of you nearly every night
I picture our hands intertwined
And you lips meeting mine
I picture of the places we'll go
I know my poetry is lame 🙈but whatever
Dear father, dad, daddy, the big cheese, Michael, pop, traitor, daddy-yo, Old man, pappy, male equivalent of my mother
I remember when...
I use to get so depressed when I was younger that I gave up on drawing and took on writing poetry.....I've gone cold turkey since last year -__- trying to find a way to start back...
To me, writing poetry is a way of creating beauty from all that is dark in this world.
Lately, I've fallen in love with the form known as haiku. I've not written poetry in over 20 years, but sometimes I want to start again. So, here goes.
I found her at dawn.
my poetry emerges not from purity
but from touching the imperfections
I fell in love with this man the day I stumbled across this video poem: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x15ihua_apfvl_music
This guy loves Poetry so much, he had his last name...
I don't claim to be a poet, though I sometimes write poetry, albeit poorly. I write what happens to be in, or pouring from, my heart and soul. This is for, to, and about, my best...
Reflecting on Summer
i'm sitting among the tangled roots of an old mountain pine….its trunk serves me well as a backrest as i look out over the cliff watching a mountain stream...
Do you write poetry? Me too! let's share and discuss!
I love writing. Poetry it is fun and exciting I can become whomever I want I be when writing I can make life amplified and dream of thugs unseen :) come and be free with me
Seventeen years wise.
Seventeen and so naive.
Too scared or too ready to voice what we believe.
We are messed-up kids.
We have time on our side.
Wasting away with a lost...
locked forever in a silent scream my heart is a shallow grave where my lost love sleeps always with me like a breath lingering in the curtains following like a white and pale gray...
Deep in the sharp, jagged intestines of the city, where it burns and sweats, seethes, stabs, and cries and bleeds,...where everything is cracked and shattered, stained, dirty...
i like my body when it is with your
by e.e. cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i...
Now you still had me up in here thinking
There’d be no more sorrow to be drinking
But now I see you for what you are
A snake, with lies all up in a freight car
awkward girls delivering their spoken thoughts
like hand written love notes
perfumed hopes cherished brightly
one of a hundred that stand at the edge of reality
I have awaken again and just like before,
My thoughts have centered on you.
Just like yesterday which has faded away
My thoughts begin each day anew.
I not only begin each day...
"the cards dealt"
back to all the yesterdays
back to the stack of love letters
written in night's sorrows
to all thouse lovers left behind
back to simple truth of it
back to the...
I wrote this one many years ago:
Sunlight and laughter spill down the halls, bouncing off walls; the ancient call casts a warm, softly luminescent glow across the...
You, to me, is as the wind grazed upon the land....
I, to thee, lay boldly before the heavenly sky by dusk til dawn
With my arms, legs and heart vulnerable to exposure