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...
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.
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.
you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; your purpose when you are confused.
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...
.. 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 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...
"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."
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
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
They aren't just scars.
They are the demons
I fought at 3am.
They are my insecurities,
My deepest fears,
And my lonely nights.
They are the insults I
Have received and
The emotions I can't contain.
They are a part of me
And are what I have become.
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...
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
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...
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
they tear us apart
If only you didn't have this fragile balloon heart
The wind takes it so easily You didn't want to fall in love
After they left, you let your balloon heart go to float off above
But there is someone else out there, heart torn in two
Just look closely...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.'
Waiting in the rain, a cold winter night.
Inhale, exhale. Calm as I am.
Hair blowing in the wind.
Somebody take my hand.
My eyes they close;
As I breathe in deep
You run through my mind
And my life is complete.
I open my eyes
But you're still not there
No one could take your...