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...
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for...
where our ground is melting ice and alot of the time we quickly cling onto the first person we see and call them our loves because we are slowing dying;falling.instead of rushing & forcing love lets find it and keep it even if it's before our ground is gone
country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all...
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanished with the morn:
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"
Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
'Tis all that I implore ;
Even in the moments
When you are right beside me.
Time apart has planted
Longing inside me
And I do not think
It is a weed
That will ever stop
It will always live there,
But my god
It grows the most
Tyler Knott Gregson
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...
(unwritten) pieces, please rate, tell me how to make it better!
But soon enough,
the friend becomes more.
Its not just fun and games,
its love and pain.
The feelings start to fade
the love goes away,
now all that's left,
are the feelings
he took away.
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...
and whiteI am walking into a bar, across the flagstonesWhere many steps had their moments of gloryYou are standing there at the jukebox, cigarette in handCaressing it with sweet lips, though red, appear as charcoal greyTo my eyes and what I see...You notice me notice you...
and drumming and shouting his poems since before "spoken word" was a thing
dew yu heer th echo uv wher yuv bin
ar yu captivatid or entanguld by its
sounds its memoreez its manee
langwages smells time senses ths...
Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross
City and hill and sea,
If hands could set you free?
I would not lift the latch;
For I could run
Through fields, pit-valleys, catch
All beauty under the sun...
that I didn’t know it,I just never really said it... directly.Caged talk, regretOut of situations that make one want to breathe deep,To confirm you’re alive,As opposed to free birds to fly and write their stories in the sky.The nature of daylight,Changing colours on...
within Kings' houses areFor exile-wearied feet as mine to tread,And O how salt and bitter is the breadWhich falls from this Hound's table,--better farThat I had died in the red ways of war,Or that the gate of Florence bare my head,Than to live thus, by all things comradedWhich...
H. Auden, 1907 - 1973Looking up at the stars, I know quite wellThat, for all they care, I can go to hell,But on earth indifference is the leastWe have to dread from man or beast.How should we like it were stars to burnWith a passion for us we could not return?If equal affection...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the...
and have not a word about another soul intruding on your beliefs. Follow your falls, what you fall for will lead you somewhere bigger. It is only nature when a waterfall is going down you follow the flow. Do not try to swim up the waterfall. Fall naturally into your honesty and...
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...
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...
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...
You said your sorrows will end.
Be my moon, rise up for me
Only if it will ascend.
I said, from lovers learn
How with compassion burn
Beauties, you said in return
Such common tricks transcend.
Your visions, I will oppose
My mind's paths, I will close
You said, this...
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...
Tus iris ensancharse al mirar el reflejo de mi rostro en ellos
Tomar tu mano
Sentir tu suavidad
Lindo amor sentir cuando tocas mis manos
Me hacer sentir lleno de amor
Tu calor llena mi alma
Acaricias mis pensamientos
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...
photograph)If I had it all to do again, I would.I wouldn’t change any of it, never.I would marry you again in a fit.Even if you said you wouldn’t, I would.I remember the cafe where we shared our first drink,We stopped off to celebrate with a clink.I remember you hand...
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...
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...
“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...
features and joined your brows
Paved my way, then trapped me with your gestures & bows
The spruce and I, both rooted to the ground
Fate, like a fine cloth belt, its bind endows.
United the knots of my doing and of the budding heart
The fragrant breeze, when to you it made its...
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...
Think you're so perfect in everything.
You think you can control my mood.
Please you must be joking.
I gave you all my heart.
I believed in everything you say.
I trusted you from the start,
and everything went your way.
I guess I made my biggest mistake,
when I became...
the wind blow,
Else to the wind, caution I’ll throw.
Don’t let foundations elegantly grow,
Else my foundation will dissolve and go.
Choose where you bestow thy grace,
Else I’ll wallow in disgrace.
When you are present in every place,
Every place, my protests will face...
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...
vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
Another Yeats poem referring to his infatuation with Maude Gonne. He proposed to this woman several...
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...
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout...
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...
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
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...
in the earth and airMake music sweet;Strings by the river whereThe willows meet.There's music along the riverFor Love wanders there,Pale flowers on his mantle,Dark leaves on hisAll softly playing,With head to the music bent,And fingers strayingUpon an instrument.
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...
Dance there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water's roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool's triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the...
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.
much, but when I read the poetry of others I feel like the beauty and mystery of life has been artfully plucked from the air and woven into a tapestry just for me to enjoy and ponder. I appreciate poets, artists of the word. As John Keating, the inspirational teacher from the...