heart-strings are a lute;
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.
In her highest noon,
The enamoured moon
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...
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...
that day on the beaches. Those beaches made of sand and stone. Sand and stone stacked and pilled to form pillars and perches, Gates and bridges.
sand and stone stacked so high, the watch towers rose from the ground like a rib cage that protected a non beating heart. But than...
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...
If I begged this world a death,
A hundred hopes of dread...
Would my faith be held,
In hands of Greed and blasphemy...
Spoken with fables from the naked eyes,
Of hopeful misdirected lies...
I die softly, in lonely arms
Side by side with fools and idiots
Over and over....A...
and said 'i love you'
only after sex and six shots
i sipped tea and told my friends about him
they said 'if you're happy' and
knew i was not.
in winter i kissed a girl
who tasted like cigarettes and said
'i love you' all the time but
hurt herself whenever i made mistakes...
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
the wood where shadows are deepest
From the branches overhead,
Where the wild wood-strawberries cluster
And the softest moss is spread,
I met to-day with a fairy,
And I followed her where she led.
Some magical words she uttered,
I alone could understand,
For the sky grew bluer...
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...
bright and center...I am in the eyesight of her majesty, the Queen Devil...ascending from a shameful grace...she catapults and encases me like a mouse in a maze...A Wicked Vampire's Smilerazor sharp teethshe growls and snarlslicking her lips...I am her obsession...I am her Envy...
Here's one of my favorite, the translation is okay, or I should say, pretty good...?
Immortals on the Magpie Bridge1
Her love into th’ clouds the Maid subtly weaves,
And th’ shooting stars display how th’ Cowherd grieves.
When dew falls the...
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
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...
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...
leads to sad
Life leads to death
When you breath it leads to the opposite breath
Forgiving leads to mad
Love leads to hate
All of a sudden you see its to late
You start to cry
A tear gleans in you eye
Suddenly you look at the sky
You realize that its never to late
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
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...
No, not i by Bria
Pleasure turns to the pain
lessons learned from the strain
questions burned in my brain..
about whether love is humane
in its touch.
these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream
in the tears of your deceit.
fighting the current hurt that kills more...
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...
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,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the...
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...
him Patiently gaining his trustSoftening his strength Tempting himBeckoning himUncovering his heartFilling it with devotion for herUntil he is most vulnerableShe smilesPlunging the blade throughTearing the life from himDraining the blood from his body Stripping...
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
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
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...
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
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.
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...
Legs so weak she falls to her knees,
She can't even remember why she is there,
And the numb from the cold she can't even bare,
She lies on her back looking up to the sky,
She lies there feeling she's ready to die,
But then she sees something, a shadow above her...
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...
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
Trying to get through my life everyday
Without someone beside me to show me the way
Hoping and waiting ,wanting and praying
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 smell like tinted rum
your color makes me worried
for I cannot run
hold me down
Yet your warmth is
you bring color from my cheeks
a tribe of specks and fleets
your spindled gentle down
easily sets me down
As I slowly die
Tears rundown and fly...
suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on - on - and out of sight.
Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
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...
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.
as a result of an assignment for my American Poetry class. Really digging his work! Wanted to share one of his poems...
My Father's Love Letters
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax
After coming home from the mill,
& ask me to write a letter to my mother
Who sent postcards of...
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.
by Shane Koyczan
" There will be bad days. Be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm slowly now. Let go. Be confident. Know that now is only a moment, and that if today is as bad as it gets, understand that by tomorrow, today will have ended. Be gracious. Accept each...