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 don't give way to...
' fetching it to me with full hands,
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer...
I look in the mirror and to my disgrace,
a boy stands there, with a grownups face.
It's time I grew up, I don't act thirty three.
It's time to grow up,
live life selflessly.
I look at my faults, is there any surprise?
All the hurt that I've dealt because of my pride?
I meant to never give it another thought
Holding on to you so tightly as we danced
The sweet sound of you singing in my ear
It seems I forgot to forget
I was determined to never look into your eyes again
If I never look you can't make me weak in the knees
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the...
Crack the whip
tie me down
have me completely
gagged and bound
Spank me flog me
anything you say
please please please
Sir i will never disobey
Chain me rope me
as you wish
upside down or
even in a twist
Cane me bite me
fill out your desire
please please please
Sir before this...
I am amazed at how many talented poets there are out there. I have tried many times to write poems, but I am not free enough in my thoughts or something. I get stuck and worried about the rhythm and rhyme, and schema and all the other **** our LA teachers taught us (oops, sorry...
that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you...
Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?
Slam me against it.
Bite my bottom lip until I cry out and let me do the same to you.
Take your frustration out on me.
Let me feel it in the way you kiss my lips.
In the way you grip my hips.
Let me feel your love.”
effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant...
Skirts go up , Pants go down , Body to body , Skin to skin , When its stiff stick it in , Goes in dry , Comes out wet , The longer its in , The stronger it gets , It comes out dripping , & it starts to sag , its not what you think though , Its a Lipton Tea Bag Cx
tea or coffee
When I visit you
Nor do offer me
The wine or juice
I have thirst to satisfy my soul
And only a cup of love can do
This cup will have
The tears from eyes
Emotions from heart
Thoughts from mind
Naivety from the lips
The Cup of love will drip
One of my favorites...
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair...
so funny, you are so nice,
You are the boy with whom I fell in love twice.
The first time was love at first sight,
My heart said 'ouch' when cupid's arrow striked.
The second time I feel for you was when I got to know you,
I realized that this was love, because the feeling...
and meAn undying bond to guide us freeLoneliness blocking the dayOur Love lighting the wayYour gentle touchYour smiling faceThere is no cornerNo dark placeOur passion flowing in the wavesMy heart stands stillAwaiting your paceOur love, withstanding timeDiminishing doubt, in our...
who preval is hard to see becouse we`re humans,
that`s the way is supose to be....
but if ur with me i feel i can fly,
and heal this world from the sky,
stop there next to u and say,
baby i love u.
Many people said ' white
is positive, bright
they may be right.
But I can't stop to wonder
What if black
Is one great answer?
Why should I avoid it
turn my back to black
this wonderful joy?
True, it has no light
but near by any colour
brings out the best...
The Oceans Shore
As I walk along the oceans shore
The feeling of peace, longing for more
As I sit upon soft wet sand
The gentle waves, touch my hand
This Aura of wonder and tranquility
Stretching as far as my eyes can see
Watching the reflections move with the...
before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends...
only butterfly soft
then big eye,
I play you Mozart and Bach and pick you flowers, cheerful and gentle.
Yellow and blue and purple stick, I write for you
A caring verse, a verse against your heart to keep.
Because human, yes you, I like you...
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 within a...
that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.
~Walt Whitman, from Leaves of Grass.
She barely stirs until, feeling my weight,
She brings herself to me, sharing her heat.
Her legs shyly part. She's there if I need her.
And I do, I do. So very much--helpless.
Around me, about me, within and without.
Chase the night from my bones; where I live, remind me.
as a child looks out a window to see all white.
Growing up things are vibrant full of brights greens, blues that made you happy have dulled and dried.
You were black now and brown eyes
lost luster, oh bleak world will we play in gray?
Colors of youth are imaginative and...
He drew pictures that nobody saw.
He was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom out of sight.
He kept a secret no one knew,
He didn't tell a soul his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen.
But needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river under...
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss...
Just listen close and you will hear
The beating of my heart
No distance, will ever keep
My heart from loving you
There are no more tears for it to weep
For a love that runs so true
I'll be there with you one day soon
To love you everyday
And then my heart will sing a...
It is the way that you show your partner that you care about them. Every person has their own idea of what they might consider romantic. For some it will be dressing up for the other or buying flowers or jewelry. There is no way to know what is romantic without knowing the...
maybe a slam poem? Anyways, I wrote it, and I hope you enjoy it. It may have some errors, as I wrote it just now without correcting it.
Them, Us, Me
You don't know the pain you cause when you make your jokes
Calling him, her, them fat
Calling them ugly...
You may be the one
Who immediately caught my attention
Left me feeling enchanted
I thought you were an angel
I thought there was a kindness
Someone showed me I was wrong
You might be the one
You may be the one
who captivated me with your ways
How I was...
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)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever...
As you sleep hundreds of miles away,
I always find a way to wake up right next to you.
I imagine your eyes shut,
closing that window into your soul,
my view into your inner world.
But then your lashes finally open,
and as you shake your slumber,
we begin to toss...
love in night to charm my eyes in slumber deep. Dreams drift bewildered in my head above til’ morning seizes passion’s grip from sleep.
The moon shines careless on this lonely soul and beckons prey to seek the hunter’s fang. As dark expands in shadows to console, they...
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
Don't be downcast, the time will soon come
When we can have rest. Our small crosses will stand
On the bright edge of the road together,
And rain fall, and snow fall,
Waltzed in between tragedies,
Gracefully dipping misery as if we would somehow be impressed With the dexterity of your animosity.
You have cheered on rape, dashed through police tape as if it were The finish line in a race of who can be awful first.
You somehow see...
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
http://hellopoetry.com/words/141721/menstruation/poems/ and it's so...relatable. Gosh. Hope you don't mind me sharing this poem with others, Jo :)
Oh! There it is!
The blood of my Mothers’
My white sheets
Like a bouquet of English roses.