This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem.
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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...
TristesseBonjour TristesseFarewell SadnessHello SadnessYou are inscribed in the lines on the ceilingYou are inscribed in the eyes that I loveYou are not poverty absolutelySince the poorest of lips denounce youAh with a smileBonjour TristesseLove of kind bodiesPower of loveFrom...
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 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...
Oblivious to all
No words needed
Joined in mind
Thoughts as one
A gentle kiss
Upon her lips
The look of bliss
Within his eyes
Caressing her hair
In the breeze
A smile they share
Of memories past
He loves her still
Wherever she is
But memories will...
You'll cut the chord
If you flay a beast
To marvel at the mane
You'll wreck the rest
From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.
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!
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.
forget not the bees
Their underground empires and hives in the trees
You tread 'cross the surface, not realizing the're there
You see the hives hanging, but know not the lair
Constructed within, where tunnels run deep
Where kingdoms are ruled by those who don't sleep
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...
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...
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 beautiful place, what do you see? You see the sun, bright and warm, lighting up the world. The rain falling down, giving life to all. The clouds above, giving pleasure to little kids. The heaven above, the place we worship so much. But I, I see a sky. Changes to help the...
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...
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
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.
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...
currents pushing and seizing as if the heartbeats are not even there.
They see it coming but still stay, letting the storm approach and knock down the strong, built wall that retains anything destructive.
Water flushes over the lifeless, pale faces drowning at sea, descending...
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 —
She's so talented. I love this one.
Each of them
they passed each other.
There was no sign
of the need,
the fierce desire
that burned in their eyes
that heartbeat of a moment
when she lifted her face to him,
and then looked away.
I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 3 a.m.
I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks,
I am a broken window during Febuary.
My bones crack on a daily basis.
I fall from elegance with a dull thud,
and I apologize for my awkward sadness.
when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated...
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...
and I think it's wonderful. It speaks to me and moves me.WordsYour wordsare like whisperstouching secret places…they enrapturelike stroking fingersand heated breathsin the dark…I feel them enticing melike a kissand then a biteboth forbidden…Your wordsflow...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.