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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 —
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...
for the sun, clouds making faces at the mountain teasingly making fun, the mountain erupts into a crying fit of rage, tears of blood spewing and running down it's sides, the moon rises and gives the mountain comfort, saying stop crying little mountain the clouds have gone away...
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
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...
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.
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...
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
can never get enough of her art!! masterpiece, each one.
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...
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 —
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...
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.
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...
I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern, I
will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
"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."
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...
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...
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.
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...
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
.. 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...
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...