Tere kadmon pe sar apna jhukakar hum bhi dekhenge!
Agar dil gham se kaali ho to jeene ka maza kya hai
Na ho khoon-e-jigar to ashk peene ka maza kya hai
Mohabbat me zara aansu bahaakar hum bhi dekhenge!!
Mohabbat humne maana zindagi barbaad karti hai
Ye kya kam hai ke...
bitter and cold
turning so slowly
feeling so lowly
renewed spirit turned old
what was once full of compassion
has become artic and sour
dealing with others
losing all purpose
a cold, treacherous hour
why do I even bother?
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...
Isn't it absurd?
Little did I know,
You had this electric glow,
From head to toe.
Why did I fall?
For something so small?
If I had the chance to rewind,
I would have take a step behind.
Hate is a strong word.
That was what i overheard.
All cried out,
I begin to sprout...
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.
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd advertise -- you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
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.
.. 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...
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...
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.
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
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'm going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy
but truly living it is not.
Times get hard,
and constantly get put on the spot.
I'm going to wear the biggest smile
even though I want to...
The other day you said I always have interesting stories
When I talked about my family and described a member as crazy
You said I seem to use that word describe every one of them
And if only you knew
I say crazy and tell you the little things
But you don't understand the...
E. HOUSMANWhen I was one-and-twentyI heard a wise man say,“Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubiesBut keep your fancy free.”But I was one-and-twenty,No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again...
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...
Without a fetter, without a face?
Or a ray of light coming off a star,
And leave anything near, inestimably far.
Or like the joy in the heart of an infant's mother,
when he wraps the tiny fingers around her hands,
falling asleep on her motherly bosom.
the thick bark.
I bleed nectar, oh how you drain that too.
When will this ever stop?
I'm a strong tree they said, I will only grow tall.
I don't know what the sky is anymore, is it truly worth
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
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...
I don't really feel any emotion towards poetry (at least not yet), but in a weird way, it calms me down and makes me think about things. Unfortunately, I can't read poetry for a long amount of time. I just can't. I'm not really sure why. I'm kinda new to poetry and started to...
theres a forest.
And in the middle, a clearing, and a house.
The trail to it is long and winding.
with creeks of gyri to cross,
and stones of sulci, to skip over.
The house is small,
and shaped like an almond,
and in place since there was nothing.
To feel but anger...
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...
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...
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 —
Your kisses dance like fireflies
I’m gone tonight to a dark unseen
A wish to take your light with me
You were my first, but it won’t be our last
Time travels until it’s in the past
You’d think our love was some thickening plot
They don’t know that’s all...
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...
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...
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...
for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
Do you doubt we�ll share,
A love transcendent,
And truly rare?
Our souls dominion;
Will give us no choice.
Time will stand still,
When I hear your voice.
If fate has its way
Your eyes will meet mine,
Lost in forever
We�ll travel past time.
Then, long awaited