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...
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...
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...
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...
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;
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...
as at a play; I had the wisdom love brings forth; I had my share of mother-wit,
And yet for all that I could say, And though I had her praise for it, A cloud blown from the cut-throat north suddenly hid Love's moon away.
Believing every word I said, I praised her body and her...
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...
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.
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...
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;
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...
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...
on my neck you draw
and slide down whit your finger
as salt water drops
through my skin tumble
you reflect at them
while with your hand
immersed in my hair
you hunt му quivering breaths
while longings crawl on me
and between the breasts traces remain
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...
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...
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...
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...
within the light, a dark murk rises.
In the newborn, a knight comprises
advises, me to accept the prizes
of vices for it will bring surprises.
Surprises sated with disguises,
deceitful devices, but i must turn the dices
'cause for every yin, a yang rises,
for every spoilt an...
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...
it happens so often I think we're
friends. I try to shake it, turn it around , find a reason not to frown. It starts with a feeling deep insidde. that itch on my mind that I can't unwind, I don't feel sorry for myself, I pray alot and don't deceive myself , I see quite clearly...
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...
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...
going to try, go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
ever have walked on the planet! Just my humble opinion...
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...