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 others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with my smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe...
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Two curly hair together/
Walking hands in hands/
One born in America/
The latter born in France/
Two curly hair together/
Sitting under the stars/
Wrapping arms 'round the other/
List'ning to Chasing Cars/
Two curly hair together/
my dear. :-)/
Ellias, love, how can I describe thee?/
Your heart more pure than mine ever could be./
Your eyes are deeper than the deep blue sea./
Your hands extend, always supporting me./
Your laugh is my drink, which fills me with glee./
Your love anchors, not...
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream...
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
passionwash over mefor I am wearyand have nothing left to giveeverything I hadhas been taken from meI need my soul refueledpour your loveover my hearttake me to heaven's doorlet the beautyof your heartrefill mineoverflow my desiresplay gentle tunesmelodiously upon my skinwhisper...
and taken in little sips
Finger tips searing to the touch on virgin skin
Giving in to their erotic passions from within.
Moving with such ease and grace
One kiss on her neck, another on her face
With each nibble on her ear soft sighs begin
In the dark he plans his moves...
Upside-down hearts of light tipping wax fingers,
And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes,
Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints.
It is touching, the way they'll ignore
A whole family of prominent objects
Simply to plumb the deeps of an eye
moon hangs over the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart
For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass....
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,
And my husband come back from the long campaign!
By Li Po
or hearts and flowers here but some works touch the soul and some.. memory.
"maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded...
I shall wear purple
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...
Please let me
Just go to sleep
Along comes you
Torch is raised
Set dark ablaze
Call my name
I am awake
Because of you
Late night calls
Still on my mind
What do I do
Late one dark night
Tears are shed
We hold on tight
Yes. *sigh*"Laying awake at night,I often wonder to myselfHow different things could beIf you were layingcurled up beside meWould your lipsKiss the back of my neckAnd your words trail to my earsSoftly,Whispered across my skin,Would your bodyCurve neatlyAround mine,And your...
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.
you come around
You sweep me off my feet.
Curly hair, skin so fair
No one thing can beat
Poetry, sweet as can be
Developing a fort
My leaning head, shoulder my bed,
My much needed support
Three simple words are justified
For their use when the time is right
We're by the sea...
I have for a very long time been an admirer of Poetry,this classic by William Wordsworth must be one of the few all time classics.What draws me to this Poem is my adoration for Englands beautiful Lake District,Wordsworths homeland.I have followed in his footsteps so many times...
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.
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...
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.
you are now gone from me.
You didn't want to share my love, so I have set you free.
Now here I stand all by myself, and you are nowhere near.
I would not trade for any wealth, the times you shared with me.
I wish you well in all you do, and the happiness you will find.
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 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...
Above all treasures,
There is no way
Your worth is measured.
Like a red rose
Fell to the ground,
You took my fall
And came around.
Like an angel,
But in disguise,
You took my heart,
Opened my eyes.
Like the night sky
Dotted with light
You took my love
And shine so...
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...
where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats...
thinking about not thinking about him.
I change positions, I turn the pillow, I get up for a glass of water and then try again.
I think desperately of nothing… yet in all that nothingness comes nothing but him.
The way he would look at me. The way he would hold...
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...
lifecapturing my imaginationthe sheer brilliance of your charmtotally captivatingsat in awe of who you areand what you are capable ofand how you are able to make me feelevery word ever utteredevery story ever writtenthe images you created in my minddrive my fantasiesyou know...
you dont call you dont write.
im beginning to think were are playing pretend.
im holding so very tight
to the messages you send
wont admit to myself just yet
that they are vague and fall short.
misgiuding and easy to forget
but theyre my last resort
as i sit here im just...
at dusk. Trees stand silent and tall as if awaiting the coming of a King. Through out the forest, flowers covered with frost try to open. Too impatient to wait for spring are they. The howling of a lonely stranger awakens my mind from the depths in which it had been dwelling...
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...