come to meas a bird.So I build you a bird house.Centuries agoyou taught me to sing you,with your throaty smudgeleaving the higher noted to melike sweet dark coffee and sweet creamwhere grit and the sublime collide.But in this life you are spirityou come to meas a birdso I build...
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...
he lonely searches,
For what he thought he had long lost,
Or was is it what he never had,
Singing the song of the Willow
Shadows slowly moving like trees,
Swaying back and forth, marching in step,
Leaves above fluttering in time,
Singing the song of the Willow.
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...
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...
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.
He creates powerfully romantic, sensual images that speak to being human, and our desire for romantic love. Beautiful!
Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches
Put your lips upon my forehead
and glance your eyes
to the sky...
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear...
To see my heart and soul.
No lips but yours,
Pressed firmly to mine,
Soft, warm, intoxicating...
No hands but yours,
To hold tenderly in my own,
To feel them moving over my body,
Thrilling and arousing me to my core.
No arms but yours,
Holding me and pulling me
So close to you...
I though of this one. This is one of my favorites which means a lot to me. Shelley wrote beautifully with a heart which must have been full of passion. Enjoy. ~J
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean...
I was always stuck in one place like a rusted drone,
Of course, I need the city sounds to sleep,
But, they are also there when I sleep not a wink.
Babies cry, and a Cow goes 'moo'
but I'm stuck here for eternity until I have the courage to move
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...
in beauty, 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 mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless...
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...
crippled emotionally. I blaze past as I leave a trail of unfinished business. Too many listless interests and not enough of time or myself. Then blow like the kill shot disintegrating all that was real or fake. Pick up the rake, reel it in, nothing much but fragments of dreams...
just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
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...
Lonely is the night,
Quiet is the wait.
One wish, one dream,
Two voices searching,
Three little words.
Dark is the sky,
Lonely is the night,
Quiet is the wait.
You only know,
And we have hope,
I can only wish.
Dark is the sky,
Lonely is the night,
Quiet is the wait.
Because of you, I am able to
Express everything from my soul
No matter what hand I was dealt
You've always been there for me
Worries, tears, heartaches and fears
Friendships, love, joys, and tragedies
I find myself writing about you
You always seem to get me through...
such disgrace? I lost apart of my soul when I tried to erase. Why now does life have no taste? I've become a ghost in my life. The life I once knew crumbled from my view. Friends who never really loved me gone. What went wrong? My mind is frozen, my body swimming in slime. Sick...
and grace,a magnetic angelwith a golden face.A thrill for dangerand a volatile mind,such a hypnotic beingseparate from mankind.Shrouded in devotionhim as my guideI'll be his Bonnieand he'll be my Clyde- C.A.
have taken up residence within my heart... but more than other, this poem holds a beautiful lasting significance...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is...
thousand words.... The worth of a picture, but what is the value of its contents? Priceless. Moments captured in time live forever and invoke emotion in the observer. Astounding isn't it....? Lovely isn't she? The beautiful flower in the weeds who stands above the rest. She...
.. The last verse exposes the poets heart reflected in the future nostalgia of his past lover
When you are old
William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream...
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...
neither is God by many. Everyone is a piece of the whole but my soul feels cold. I lost myself in your abyss as you stole my trust and sanity. It was your boredom and vanity that attracted and distracted I. Then when you were free from your misery with glee you forgot the key...
blue and orange,
The mountains silhouetted against the glow of the passing day,
Each moment brings a change to the fading colors.
The day has come and gone,
Celebrate the night,
With it's air crisp and cool.
Like diamonds on a blanket of black velvet,
The stars shine their old...
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...
have given all my love to you, but what do I get in return?
A broken heart.
I have given you my heart, and you stomp on it like a doormat.
I have given you my youth and you took advantage of my un-experienced heart and played with my emotions.
I gave you all the trust, but you...
rebirth. Lost in confusion of the illusion of truth. Who do you believe? Everyone's truth is shaping the outcome for humanity. The insanity is too much information. I am tuning to silence. Neither defiance or complacency. I will continue to create. Niether Fear or Apathy will be...
sparkling ash. I don't want anyone too close or my life might crash. Fractured heart, deadened mind, I will heal in Good time. My brittle existence held together by prayer. My reality staring at me in the mirror. The world reflecting how I feel. Love is real and doesn't need to...
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin...
“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...
and made me long for this sense of connection.
The Knowing by Sharon Olds
Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise-
comaed and woken, we lie a long time
looking at each other.
I do not know what he sees, but I see
eyes of surpassing tenderness
and calm, a calm like the...