occurring in romantic places
culminated by embraces ...
Love illuminates the soul
intertwining halves to whole
fulfilling a human, earthly role ...
Love radiates rare quality
increasing to a sweet degree
of everlasting ecstasy ...
Love invades enchantingly
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...
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...
This love of land.
It has the touch of a child's fingertips
To a mother's lips.
Soft, as a butterfly's wing.
Her loveliness is summer red, pink, fading gold, as mother sun sinks to fold
Herself in a cloak of night,
Embossed with the light
Of stars from a black nation...
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again...
sleeps, her soul, I know,
Goes a wanderer on the air,
Wings where I may never go,
Leaves her lying, still and fair,
Waiting, empty, laid aside,
Like a dress upon a chair....
This I know, and yet I know
Doubts that will not be denied.
For if the soul be not in place,
poem. How I can relate... Well, sort of...
The Girl He Loves
There was a man who I once knew,
for me there was no other.
The closer to loving me he grew,
the more he would grow further.
I tried to love him as his friend,
then to love him as his lover;
but he never loved me...
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
said, 'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your...
I researched at the time and it seems the author "A Peel" is more or less unknown. I also hypothesised that the author might have been that same person who posted it here, of which I'm still curious.
Anyway, a poem's true meaning is the one that each reader gives to it. To...
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 exists,
aromas, light, metals...
him wear. His dark eyes looked at me and it was as if I was looking at myself. What was it about him that captured my heart so completely. Everyday we passed each other and everyday was silence. The most powerful sound one could ever hear.
Red the last color I wore the last...
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...
Let me find time
this face that rises
out of the trees
Give me the time
to escape this love
that stops my blood.
Let me find time
to recognize your name,
and the place
where I was born.
Let me find time
to know where I shall...
after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half acre, square mile, island, country
knowing at last how you got there,
and say I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
there soft arms from around you,
the birds take...
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...
“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement...
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
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...
Mon enfant, ma soeur,
Songe à la douceur
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble!
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble!
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
De tes traîtres yeux,
known as the poem in the movie "Before Sunrise")
Oh, baby, with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wine glass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweetcakes and milk shakes
I am a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think...
shadow of his tree,
strong, bold and blocking out the glare of the sun.
He claims I shine like the stars, the moon, brighter than them all,
A blazing comet, a speeding fireball.
He stands close and my sparks ignite a fire,
They shower down upon his figure,
warm and yet his...
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...
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...
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...
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...
and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be...
NeihardtLet me live out my years in heat of blood!Let me die drunken with the dreamer's wine!Let me not see this soul-house built of mudGo toppling to the dusk—a vacant shrine.Let me go quickly, like a candle lightSnuffed out just at the heyday of its glow.Give me high...
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...
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
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...
PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.
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...
and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
outside the centre-city church
I stood with my bicycle waiting for the lights to change –
A Raleigh bicycle with upright handlebars
That I had purchased for two pounds fifty pence in The Pearl –
When a priest in black soutane and white surplice
Materialised in the darkness...
one shall I begin ?
All that is in you is princely
O you who makes of my words through their meaning
Cocoons of silk
These are my songs and this is me
This short book contains us
Tomorrow when I return its pages
A lamp will lament
A bed will sing
Its letters from longing will...
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.
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...
who was wonderful and so very funny. We attended his funeral, a few days ago, and this poem was read. It was found in a schoolbook he had kept for over 70 years.
Spring Morning by A.A. Milne
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups...
in order to hold on
I gradually understand
how poems are made.
There is a place the fear must go.
There is a place the choice must go.
There is a place the loss must go.
The leftover love.
The love that spills out
of the too full cup
and runs and hides
its too full self
with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave...
and dye your hair.
That's what I wrote on my
Converse in 8th grade.
Maybe it was the way
the feeling pulled me
like a girl
pulling a ponytail.
Maybe I didn't get the job
cause of the polka dots.
Maybe I don't care
cause of the wave.
Today I'm blue.
Tomorrow I could be...
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...
for dreaming of me
for letting me know
for waking up to remember that you dreamed
I never wake up when I dream of you
What woke you up
was it someone
A small thrill a little secret is ours
a desire for safe travel
in unspilled blood
verse)... WB Yeats
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, being but a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys...