for one more packetBurned one picture of herone is still on fire.Lit cigarette is placedsent for one more packetRanjha Uncle guided me wrongMajnoo Uncle tricked me inMom and Dad told me to stay awayOey Leave! what's left in love?Now lit cigarette is placed....There's a locket in...
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips I am yet to kiss,
and eyes not met
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss,
I've never known.'
experience might have told me
That all must love thee, who behold thee:
Surely experience might have taught
Thy firmest promises are nought;
But, plac'd in all thy charms before me,
All I forget, but to adore thee.
Oh memory! thou choicest blessing,
When join'd with hope, when...
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
that good night
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,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good...
What are you made of, my heart?
Sometimes so light,
You lift me to the sky.
Sometimes so heavy,
You bring me crashing down.
Sometimes so vast,
You could take the whole world in.
Sometimes so small,
I can't even love myself.
Sometimes so soft,
I want to warp myself in you...
E. Cummings that I thought was nice:
‘i carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my...
for love-play ...................
in worldly existence, what's there but hurt and anguish ..........
give me that wine, O Master! ....................
Master, give me that spirituous wine which you had earlier given to Shibli and Mansur.....................
then Bedam would...
because someone built
fire there and forgot to put it out
because bedtime is a castle
she’s building inside herself
with a moat
and buckets full of mist
because when you let go
tumble over cliffs and turn
into moths before hitting bottom...
let them bleed out onto this keyboard,
i'm tired of holding my thoughts inside the prison of my mind,
i need to release some kind of toxicity from inside me,
my demons are invisible,
silent tormentors that reside in my head,
but i'm more resilent than i seem,
we are all so much...
then i'll think..... what have i seen in you? whenever i got time, then i'll think..... whole city says they knew me, but whose my own, whenever i got time, then i'll think..... and i have written her, "try to find a way to meet," she wrote me back "whenever she got time, she'll...
A man,Ravaged,Lies on the field of battle,Nearly broken,His body stirs,Summoning courage,He rejects defeat,Rises slowly,To his knees,Then his feet,His heart,Pumping strength to his limbs,Life to his spirit,And the will to soldier on,WoA
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through —
It burned Me — in the Night —
It Blistered to My Dream —
It sickened fresh upon my sight —
With every Morn that came —
I though that Storm — was brief —
The Maddest — quickest by —
Death hath rear'd himself a throne
In a strange city, all alone,
Far down within the dim west —
Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best,
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines, and palaces, and towers
Are — not like any thing of ours —
You sell your heart.
It was either that or the soul.
The hard part is getting the damn thing out.
A kind of twisting motion, like shucking an oyster,
your spine a wrist,
and then, hup! it's in your mouth.
You turn yourself partially inside out
like a sea anemone coughing...
A whisper, full of desire
A gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire
No words spoken between us
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regrets
Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their...
Yet near there are sounds no noise of horse or coach. Would you know how that is possible? A heart that is distant creates a wilderness around it.I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,Then gaze long at...
and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
.. I was being vigilant instead of receptive. If the poem is saying the unsayable, I don’t need to articulate it back to myself with words. The poet has done that for me.
If poems are about emotions, then that is the language I need to use when I’m reading them. Poetry has...
as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending...
The sun sets from view
The creeping stillness
Hashed by the wind
The darkness pours in
As evening breaks
The loan wolf howl
The moon glows red
For change is now
Today is history
And tomorrow but a dream
Alone in the woods
With all the night gleams...
but even before it started,
I said to myself it is lame.
There were two option from which to choose,
I chose the one that made me lose.
Then I blamed it on God, said it was his fault,
I said I tried, I dared, but in actual I was just scared .
Scared that my own mistakes have...
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem.
It is quite the poem Please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor -Make sure to read...
Warna ata-at Kay liye kam na thay karo bayaan
Kisi ka dard ho dil beqaraar Apna hai hawa kahein ki ho seena figar apna hai
Hum hud becha kartay thay kabhi dard e dil ki dawa
Aaj waqt nay hamay la khara kia apni hi Dukan per
I need you more than anything more than I need to breathe
How do I last now that my heart has grown so cold,
Being without you its like my heart was put on hold
How do I stay warm without you to hold me tight,
I wish I was in your arms and everything was right
When I'm with...
look into the clouds there a noble being lies, a being of neither love or hate, a being bound by neither destiny or fate, a being looking for purpose, looking for it's place, in a world that is obsessed by race.
Nature's first green is gold-
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf a flower...
But only so an hour-
Then leaf subsides to leaf-
So Eden sank in grief-
So dawn goes down to day....
No, nothing GOLD can stay.
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Often have I been to it,
Even to its highest tower,
From whence the world looks black."
"Truth," said a traveler,
"Is a breath, a wind,
A shadow, a phantom;
Long have I pursued it,
But never have I touched
The hem of its garment."
Brings a smile to your lips even when you’re tired,
Sends you messages to tell you you’re wanted,
They’re a reason you’re still living
They’re ones to punch the one, who let go of you,
And take your tears onto their shoulders,
And tell you there “more fish in...
and I'll tell you why. I'm not afraid of the truth. I'm not afraid of being honest and raw and downright brutal with how I choose to hammer words out of my mouth. I'm not afraid to show myself without a designer label, without any coat of sugary bullshit. I'm not afraid to say I...
shore to find its destiny
It roars while it cries in cheer
It comes in ecstasy
The sand is mostly still
No one knows what goes on beneath
When the tide hits
The sand feels complete
The union gives it the very purpose
The sand gives away a bit of itself
When the tide slows down n...
and every time I read it it moves me. You can find sadness and happiness coexisting and its really sweet
The Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda
"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the...
The composure of my soul is harmonized by that of yours,
Our bodies meet in euphoria, behind closed doors,
Your touch sends me into a world of comfort, my problems then erased,
though only so temporary, so finite, I only get a taste,
And with that taste I get a craving that is...
She is smart.. Wise..
She is always right..
Plays a her will..
She is kind, but don't show it..
Bossy.. and thinks she rules..
She cares.. yet lashes me out
She is honest.. simple..
Secretive.. does not trust easy..
funny in her own way..
Which has been chopped by
IMF DRUG DEALER
CHILD LABOR SCAM
WORLD ISLAMIST TERRORIST
BOMBER OF LIBYAN EMBASSY
Beheaded my Friend, Avijit Roy
Threaten to Finish My Family
Here, in the USA and In Bangladesh.
Iranian Father Health...
Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills...
self-loathing is disgustingly indulgent, It destroys my health
I wallow with glee for hours in the pits of my own self-hatred
Everything I do say and see I use as ammo in an endless war against myself
Excentric , erratic
Shy, fake, problematic
I wish I...
Dutch, Belgian and German friends.
«Waterloo! Waterloo! Waterloo! Dismal plain!
Pale death swirled together the sombre batallions
In your theatre of woods, hillocks and valleys,
Like a current bubbling up into an overfull urn.
Europe on one side, France on the other...
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm...
heat of love outweighs the heat of fire]
[Fire burns material, but love burns the heart]
[Fire can be put out with water, but…]
[What is the remedy for love?]
(Addressing himself.. and to all humans in general)
[Don’t fall in love where the intensity of...
Granddad and Rosie
Grandad and Rosie
never did like each other,
but Grandma loved them both.
From the day Fred Jr.
brought her home
and introduced her
as his new bride,
Grandad and Rosie
didn't like each other.
But twice a year,
Grandma would bring out
the old Kodak, Brownie
where judgment cannot sit.
Perhaps I can hide beside you, protected by your wings...
Where it is safe to fly and to forget.
To taste the goodness your kisses will bring...
You have me now,
clandestine, I am yours
as sand secretly holds shells from the sea.
You have me...
and off... On and off...
We don't know if it's weak or meant to be that way, yet we're following.
Trying to get ever closer, because when it's dark we're wallowing.
On and off... On and off...
Some give up, stuck in the darkness they just turn their backs.
It's up to the rest...