the vessel of fragile emotions
The mind sometimes creates malevolent illusions
We take the high road, we think we are untouchable
We think we are strong, we think we are infallible
Our heart holds more than what we know
In silence it processes things bigger than we show
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
We leave you tradition with a future...
up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to, but they do
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you
But they were ****** up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats
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...
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The 'crazy' war in my mind remembers, " You see, you got magic"
and more a lover
a lover of hate
a hater of love
a blind man,
who could see the darkness.
He was a prisoner of himself,
a foreigner in the world he created,
In the world he hated,
He stopped there
before he could ever begin.
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...
there are a thousand galaxies
exploding in every inch of you
and you are burning too bright
to ever be looked at directly,
and some nights you will feel
impossibly small, like your
whole body could slip through
the spaces between atoms and
never reappear in this world again,
- "Ode On Melancholy"
NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle...
“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...
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...
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...
and Air by James Joycefor Bloomsday June 16th 2015Strings in the earth and airMake music sweet;Strings by the river whereThe willows meet.There's music along the riverFor Love wanders there,Pale flowers on his mantle,Dark leaves on his hair.All softly playing,With head to the...
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...
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...
darkness eclipses all base emotion from my flesh bleeds a ocean Scarlett tears real in my devotion
a crimson orb paints the sky with blood as life from my body mixes with the mud
I stand upon the threshold looking upon that which none have dared to venture forth and...
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...
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...
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.
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...
Every once in a while I will come across a piece of poetry that is just so real to me , it moves me to tears. Here is the latest one to give me that feeling.The author talks about having a dream with one of his daughters in it,talking to him about his life struggles.
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...
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
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...
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...
Because I do not give a damn." that's the ending to poem by Dorothy Parker. A high school teacher wrote each of her students a quote that reminded her of them...and that's the one she gave me. Always makes me feel self-assured.
if WB Yeats
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
On peaceful days with bright blue skies.Or life can be the raindrops,That fall like tears squeezed from your eyes.Life can be the heaven,That you'll only reach through hell.Since you won't know that you're happy,If you've not been sad as well.Life can teach hard lessons,But you...
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...
a fleeting guess
Love, a timeless dance
Love, a grand distress
A sense of something dense,
A sense of bliss.
A sense of timeless innocence,
A sense of what we miss.
Of joy, ever pervasive.
Of life, a breath to breathe.
Of sadness, quite invasive
Of death, a looming reave
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...
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...
the same old place
Same old faces watching me
Who knows how long I'll have to stay
Sometimes I drift away
From all the dull routine
A fantasy enters my mind
An escape from drudgery
Lately my luck has been so bad
I lost my ways, I lost my mind
I was losing all that I was
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...