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...
and tasted too much, lover-
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child's soul, we'll return to Doom
The knowledge we stole but could not...
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...
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
in the impossible mind's eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark
on sophist seas to overtake that mark
where wave pretends to drench real sky.'
'Well then, if we agree, it is not odd
that one man's devil is...
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...
world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a 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-smoothness and which i will
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.
Close my eyes,
Let the worries gone,
Listen to every word with a silence long,
And let my heart beat with every rhythm of song,
Maybe I am in future,
Or maybe I am in past,
Or maybe I am in the gap which never last.
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;
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,
And running water singing on the rocks
When once in...
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
Reckoning about the phases in my life,
Tussling through the emotional storms I have been facing,
Feeling desolated and debilitated within that frame of time.
Fumbling as if I was standing on the fringe of my life,
Anticipating the depth of mortality I have to procure,
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...
which came into my life,
keeping me awake from sleepless nights,
I wish this moment could never last,
But I know time will take its course and pass,
Like the birds chirping in early morning rise,
or like soothing cold of chilly winters night,
all these moments when I will...
upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I write it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that doest in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize,
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be...
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
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 chillest land -
And on the strangest...
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...
when I and her have been apart
Who gave you this power to invigortate
From where does your authority orginate
You command me; I obey you; I must
Rule over me and enflame my heart to save the bond of both of us
Maybe I am a fool
Happy to be led astray
It may be an excuse for...
where are you,
Here or there why you always get loose,
You are not bound to any right or wrong,
Never knew who you actually belong.
Mostly you fall and make a struggle to rise,
And you never ever let me sleep in the nights.
Sometimes you make me dumb,
Sometimes you make me cry...
words which manifest in our eyes,
Words that cherished like some pieces of snow,
Sometimes from you,
Sometimes from me,
Are some words we both desires,
Words which rustle like some autumn leaves,
Words whose beauty resides in our hearts,
Let these words lift some heights...
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...
beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface...
Stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous be auty I see;
For 'twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.
So I'll cherish that old rugged cross...
Jesus keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all, a healing stream
who could bind you
Could bind fire to a wall;
She who could bind you
Could hold a waterfall;
She who could keep you
Could keep the wind from blowing;
On a warm spring night
With a low moon glowing
~ Sara Teasedale
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...
you are alone,
Evils surrounds you, nightmares glows,
Unable to cope up, fears enrolls,
No light, you feel so cold,
Guilty of fears, you started to morn,
Efforts becomes failure, You feel so torn,
But doesn’t matter how darkens your room,
For months or years, in which...
that tree house
And find you
And pull the rope up behind us.
Rope coloured blue skyness.
So no one will ever find us...
And we will make moments,
Never to forget...
Keeping us warmer when we are older...
But always feeling younger.
The things that bonded us.
The world passing by...
that you had your Ex by your side. How You loved Him through all the good and bad Times.
He left you with your Heart of Glass shattered on the Streets. Leaving you there without being on your own two Feet.
You had Plans of being Together Forever, But now your by Yourself with...
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...
How you eyes shine with the slightest glimpse of light,
How i wish you could see how my soul would act ,
as my body remains still,
oh how I wish you could see the way i see.
I wish you could feel the way i feel,
how when you shed a tear,
my world pours of rain,
If only i...
a Club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone --
A Whip so small you could not see it
To lash the Magic Creature
Till it fell,
Yet that Whip's Name
Too noble then to tell.
Magnanimous as Bird
By Boy descried --
Singing unto the Stone
Of which it died --
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...
“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...
A striving independent, you laugh fate in the face, creating your own destiny each and every day. You are your own strength, your own perseverance. Your sense of yourself is impeccably insightful and unfailingly accurate.
"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from...
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...
Then I ask: How can God learn or grow?
If you knew all that was and all that would be,
Then how can any decision you make be free?
If you were everything and everything was you,
There would be nothing for you to do.
And there we find god in this very position,
imprisoned by the...
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...