“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...
So you know everything. You leap
into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart’s little...
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day.
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands, the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your...
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 feel i'm fading
and my life, its trading
with the devil its slowly masquerading
evading, every inch of peace i found
and now i cry in a faint sound,
bob around and lay back
under the stars shining, in the black
dark firmament landing me on the track...
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed...
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...
since school time. The original German version though sounds more beautiful due to the rhymes.His vision, from the constantly passing bars,has grown so weary that it cannot holdanything else. It seems to him there area thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.As he paces in...
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...
or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes...
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;
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
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 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...
Life was so unfair
As if no one care
I cherish the good times
The bad times
The searching times
The times of bitterness
The times of sadness
When you seek and tried to find
The dream you left behind
Your agony is great
Yet we had something hard to create
I don’t know...
search until I have found my God
Not in an orphanage. He hides
In no humanitarian disguise,
A derelict upon a barren bog;
But in some fantastical ordinary incog:
Behind a well-wrapped convent girl’s eyes,
Or wrapped in middle-class felicities
Among the women of the coffee-shop...
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...
you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man...
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...
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...
before someone get to know
I have a self respect why don't you people understand!!!!!!!!!
I don't forget you past you are the only disgusting thing i want to leave forever but you rubbish diffused in my little cell
Sometimes i hesitate to recall my you i pretty insance...
Translated by: Mahmoud Abbas Masoud
قالَ: السماءُ كئيبةٌ ، وتجهّما
قلتُ: ابتسمْ يكفي التجهمُ في السَما
He said: Lo, the sky is somber, and frowned.
I said: Smile just the same! Enough frowns in the sky...
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...
night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and...
Will not be spoken.
The ways of your love for me
Will not be known.
The taste of your lips on mine
Will remain a mystery.
The warmth of you skin against me
Will only be my imagination.
A few moments ago.
Your final breath
Was used l speak three words to me...
You come to us from another world
From beyond the stars and void of space.
Transcendent, Pure, of unimaginable beauty,
Bringing with you the essence of love.
You transform all who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows
dissolve in your presence, bringing...
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.
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...
Somedays I feel like the person
I'm supposed to be,
and then somedays
I turn into no one at all.
There is both
me and my silhouette.
I hope that on the days
you find me and all I am
are darkened lines
you still are willing
to be near me."
- Mary Kate Teske
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...
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...
when my coffin
is being taken out,
you must never think
I am missing this world.
Don't shed any tears,
don't lament or
I'm not falling
into a monster's abyss.
When you see
my corpse is being carried,
don't cry for my leaving
I'm not leaving,
I'm arriving at...
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tryant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds abouve me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
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...
that love is
tucking you in and kissing you
no matter how young or old you are
Some people don't remember that
listening and laughing and asking
no matter what your age
Few recognize that love is
no fun at all...
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...
waiting to be discovered,
so that you can discover my interior,
while undressing my feelings,
in front of you.
Open my core, my heart,
my soul, open them so,
that you may see me,
and discover what lies in me.
So that you may see,
that I am not only made of flesh and bones,