when I first saw you
Stepping out of the crowd at the airport
Looking for DarkBrownEyes
Healing was when we hugged
Like you have just come home from a long trip
No awkward moment involved
Healing was when I held your hand
And when you posed a loving kiss on mine
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...
Dulce corazón vibrabas
Lleno de pasión y amor
Mis pensamientos vagaban
Pensando que cada día me amarías
Me mente habías robado
Mi corazón había entregado
Toda mi vida esperaba
Te esperaba en mi corazón
Cada día te imaginaba
Con ilusión y alegría
(extract)....Under bare Ben Bulben's headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.An ancestor was rector thereLong years ago, a church stands near,By the road an ancient cross.No marble, no conventional phrase;On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut...
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 its roar; I love not
man the less, but Nature
more. From these our
interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, or...
of my Goddess Aphrodite in this poem!
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun...
I promise that during my days you will be my onlyI know you will be there for me when I feel lonelyI know I can count on you whenever I am downI know you will save me before I drownI promise to be strong when I feel like breakingI'll try to hold on but I may continue shakingI...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
Zamaney Bhar Se Waada Kar Lia Kia?
Tu Kia Sach Much Judayi Mujhse Kar Li?
Tu Khud Apney Ko Aadha Kar Lia Kia..?
Hunar Mandi Se Apney Dil Ka Safha...
Meri Jaan, Tum Ne Saada Kar Lia Kia?
Bohat Nazdeek Aatey Ja Rahey Ho..
Bicharney Ka Irada Kar Lia Kia..??
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...
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...
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
and so kind of force-fed to me but I still love its wistfulness and imagery. For me it is kind of a companion piece to the Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby" though it doesn't feel as bleak to me as that song.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
by e e cummings (1894 - 1962)
like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
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...
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...
Butler Yeats, 1865 - 1939
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams...
and waiting for youThe pain I feel is not physicalIt’s a yearning to indulge but to be freeTo get deep down to the hearts coreTo know that this is what it isTo feel... timeless... flat circles that are really spheresThe moment...Like the cliff I stood on, toes curled on...
vex, and so beguiled
The living world, at slumbers seam
I sat, with pattering heart so riled.
And as I looked, apart my room
With books, and portraits with air less dear
I knew, t’was not merely the blacked gloom
It was to say, I'd met my fears
For as I searched, I could...
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...
just wanted to say.
I hope you have a wonderful day.
Your messages bring a smile to my face.
And your words at times make my heart race.
Life may not be perfect in all that we do.
But I want to say thank you for you being you.
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...
my eyes follow the slow sway of drenched
gardens dancing to the muted rhythm of the
moon and sun. The bright fingers of life above
reach into the swallow of enchantment, but
cannot exist down here. Breath escapes and
is never returned, like a lover's kiss...
that is filling inside of me,
The battle I've been fighting every night where you're not by my side,
The wounds that lay upon my skin,
The lines of pain along my arms, and the tears I shed in secrecy.
To hide this misery is a challenge; though I try, no one, not even you should...
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...
It's how I remember it,
But maybe not exactly as it was
A form of reality in a fog.
Eve, just there within arms reach
And she never even knew
The piece she broke in two
Indelible, memory, experience,
English course. The professor wanted us to dissect this to death. Traumatizing really... As i find an appreciation for poetry I didn't have before, I realize this poem isn't so bad. =)
To His Coy Mistress
By Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady...
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...
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...
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...
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...
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul alway...
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...
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...
Let them remain!
What they may devour, I well can spare.
They can never tap this, the true vein.
I have no words to tell you what you were,
But when you are sad,
Heaven could have given me
- Anne Ridler