As a leaf blowing in the wind.
Why is it that when visitors leave our masks come off and our real identity is revealed to our family.
Why must we talk behind peoples' back, to try to elevate our deflating ego thinking we are "better off" than others.
Loneliness is what i feel
I feel so alone
I feel so isolated
The emptyness in my heart
Can not be feeled by any soul
I am surounded by people but yet i feel so alone
I am in a room so small and so dark
Fear takes over me, i scream but no one hears me
This room so small and tiny...
Self absorbed and self destructive;
Destroying their being no matter where they go,
Disappearing within the things they consume;
The addiction they desire, eating away at their souls, controlling their minds, and ruining their hearts.
Never seeing the good that's right before...
before deletion. I came to EP 3 years ago to share poetry and I shall leave sharing poetry. Enjoy this one by Robert Frost. Farewell. :)
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
Is love found in holding hands?
In quiet whispers?
In looks shared across a crowded room?
Is love shared in notes?
Is love felt with a quickening pulse?
A feeling of loss in her absence?
A longing to see but a glimpse of her?
Is love heard through...
Is it because this world is too cold to get used to?
Little 4 year old girl, why are you crying?
Is it because your mom yelled at you for being "too loud"?
12 year old boy why are you in a gang?
Is it because you want a place of belonging and to be respected like you weren't at...
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand...
isn’t wasted at the end of the day
When you’re in bed thinking about all the things
You could’ve done,
You could’ve said,
All the empty boxes left on your to do list
Time is wasted
When you’re standing on a rock at the edge of a waterhole
And decide to not jump...
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms...
In life afer life, age after age, forvever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age...
linger on my breath
Only a smile to wear
It's how I vision the collision
When bodies crash
Into the unknown
Only a smile to wear
With eyes open focused on your look
How you see me
Like flames I plan to dance into the night
And you will shine like a planet in the sky
what inspired you to write pieces that stood the test of time?
Did you take a deep breath, look around, and expressed what overflowed in your bosom?
How did you deal with life when it was too much for your heart and mind to accept?
How did you escape reality to let nature...
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
wonder 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...
With all the engines dying
There hangs a deathly silence
An old lady reads her bible
A boy hugs his teddy bear
The captain gives a curse
And two lovers say a prayer
The crippled silver albatross
Very slowly is descending
And, in parting from you now, Thus much
Let me avow
You are not wrong
That my life has 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 dream
By Raymond Carver
He said it doesn’t look good
he said it looks bad in fact real bad
he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before
I quit counting them
I said I’m glad I wouldn’t want to know
about any more being there than that
he said are you a religious man...
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that...
Your peach is within my reach
You galactic disaster
I will eat and eat
Feed my famine with your laughter
Pulling you, dipping you, I’m so into you
I deserve every morsel, as I touch your torso
I bend you, bite you and throw you
Now you know me, now I know you...
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was...
Dedicated to Chelsea
A weekend escape,
To a cabin far away,
To spend it together,
And live life in a day,
We talked and we chatted,
We hugged and we kissed,
For weekends this lovely,
Are too often missed,
We saw the cool creek,
The waters all clear,
We kissed on the...
and that girl
When he was young and handsome
And his life was such a whirl
It was all so long ago now
But it seems like yesterday
Then he looks into the mirror
At a man that’s old and grey
He sits and he remembers
How they danced into the night
How she was so young and...
there is nothing else but the
yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt
through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.
A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls fused together for a moment.
And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse...
I am watching two friends who I think are in love go through a rough patch right now. From a distance I wonder to myself what is love really to me? I thought I felt it once or twice but haven't been in it head over heels. Then I saw this poem. I think it brings me closer to an...
Today is a treasure
To cherish each day
Follow your dreams
Letting hope shine
See the soft beauty
That is inside you
When you feel fear
Love will see you through
To yourself be honest and true
And know you're beautiful too...
House on grey house, with streets between
That lead to straggling roads and trail off,
Forgotten in a field of green;
Hours made like mountains lifting
White crests out of the fog and rain,
And woven of forbidden music—
Hours eternal in their pain.
Life is a...
This poem very much captures the author's feelings of unrequited love; of being loved just a very little by someone, who always has bigger and better fish to fry. In a few lines, the poet effortlessly conveys that sense of yearning for something wonderful which, for her (but...
momias de versos y esqueletos
de mis antiguas inocencias
y mis románticos secretos.
¿Te colgaré sobre los muros
de mi museo sentimental,
junto a los gélidos y oscuros
lirios durmientes de mi mal?..."
-Piece of Federico Garcia Lorca's Poem Corazon Nuevo
wonder, though you think it strange, To see me hold my louring head so low; And that mine eyes take no delight to range About the gleams which on your face do grow. The mouse which once hath broken out of trap Is seldom ’ticèd with the trustless bait, But lies aloof for fear...
audio*disclaimer - contains written and spoken profanity*You know the girl that turns up to poetry recitals alone? She always looks fairly lonely, but appears content with it. She sits away from everyone else. She refuses to make eye contact. She listens with such intent that...
There she stood upon a high,
World blowing through her mind,
" Let go & Fall " the wind does cry,
with arms outstretched her falls a glide,
Dizzy...Giddy...she panics inside,
" Your Falling to fast " the words fly by,
with heart in hand she closes...
Open the door if you dare
The key to my circus
Tempting devils, delights
Waiting to consume
And be consumed
Beasts rutting in heat
The jugular stings
Gnawing on the wound
The tethers scar
Deep to the marrow
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
For that’s what it was.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids...
As if, through a mist, a first loom;
You are a fine line that holds beauty
So fragile it seems, yet so pretty.
You are the wind that grace my meadows
Of thoughts and lights up my weary shadows;
You are the sun after my night
That lights up everything in sight.
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, and just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
Lost to the morning sun
Blue Skies above
2 shooting stars I saw last night
I am pretty sure you were one
A different kind of feeling
Takes me anywhere
I slip off the edge, yet fly
Freely I fly
Your hands always seem to catch me
I wonder why?
A different kind of...
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, and...
Yes, I know this was a song, but the song lyrics read like a beautiful poem. So I decided to add it to this ep group. I found out that this song was written as a love poem/song in 1957 by a British singer named Ewan MacColl for his lover, Peggy Seeger. http://en.wikipedia.org...