Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and...
"At morn- at noon- at twilight dim--
Maria! Thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe- in good and ill
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the hours flew brightly by,
And not a...
stand up poetry is amazing,, for all poetry lovers.. its a must see.
youtube- Kai Davis and T.Miller
If anyone wants to see my poems traducted in english, just message me. (Poems are originally in french)
Alysia Harris - joy is one of the most powerful and well delivered poems I've ever heard.
I use poetry for an ice breaker. I am not the most articulate person. I am not all that handsome. I figure if women could see how I use words maybe they would like me.
UPON A BENCH FOR TWOHe sits there alone…Upon a bench for two.He sits there waiting and dreaming…Of his hearts love so true.Without knowing quite who…She has...
as fine crystal fractured
The damage done
not even love
tenderness or care
can relieve the sorrow
as saddened tears fall
from eyes too...
I want to fall in love. Not just for the sake of having someone. I want it to be true. Raw. Tasteful.
I want to be swept off my feet. I want to feel like I?m falling in love for...
Dark Road--- I'm lost..wishing I could find my way home. It sure is scary walking this dark road alone. And then at last a car pulled off to the side. My heart could not help...
...I do not hate, for I found love, I do not judge for I saw hope, I entrust because I have faith!
"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 within a dream."
Toys of Years Gone Past
Look around you
Up in your attic
Upon old play things
And grew up with
Like some old friends
That you once knew
A Tin Soldier stands,
Tall and stiffly...
Whispers from your eyes
so easy to hear but
not fair to listen
tearing its way
through the darkest routes
of all honored deceits
of all true lies.
They fly like vultures...
To this day.
There is this story I watched because at time, we'll most times I really can't be bothered reading. It's called to this day. It is about bullying and rising above it...
Dedicated to a friend,
If I never was indisputably blessed with her presence interacting with my essence, my existence would have come to a bloody end by my self-destruction. I...
As I prepare to lay down for thee,
I hope my bro saw my loyalty,
I hope that honor will guide for me,
A path to light and heaven's keep,
From the darkness I...
Just wrote another today for my sister who's been in the hospital.
Why do you write? Are you inspired and if so by who or what?
As the candles dance and sing,
Reflective of the stars they bring.
Laying on a softened sheet,
Mindful of our sandy feet.
Enjoying dinner in the night,
With the dancing candle...
An old man sits upon a well,
Reminiscing days of hell.
And in the sun that starts to rise,
He leaves the world in great surprise.
As he slips into the deep,
Starting with his own...
Now that I understand you are the young child from your teens still, I can be your time traveler. I will travel back in time and come rescue you. I'll come be the teen you are...
It's the little things, the what do you need from the store questions, or even the reality that just to be near me, you wish to travel alongside accomplishing the...
I wish to sing the song I see,
Every time you look at me,
Wondering what you hide so deep,
Slumbered in a darkened sleep,
But as you know, life finds a way,
To make you push and...
A petal falling,
Lifted by the grace of wind,
Meets its final end.
Edgar Allen Poe hands down
“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
Who else likes Andrea Gibson? I love her, she's one of my favorite poets. I love her poem "The Madness Vase". Well, I love all her poems really. Does anyone else have a favorite?
Someone sent me this poem.........and scarily it sounded like something I would write, but unfortunately this person doesn't remember the poet-
We learn to live in...
Poem oh poem, show me where your secrets lay, let me listen to the words you say.
Poem oh poem why do words die? Do they lose meaning or just fade in time?
Poem oh poem please...
I found this beautiful poem, and it is anonymous who wrote it....
A poem about ..........
When I saw her for the first time I froze
Heart pounding and stomach fluttering
Its a translation of french poem of mine
Poem of Love
Often feel appreciated
Or strongly disliked
Appreciated when it was conquered
Hated when envy
Love is such a valuable object...
One of my favorite poems is "Annabel Lee." by Poe.