and watched her slowly bloom;
and as her petals would unfold,
you grew drunk on her perfume.
Have you ever seen her dance,
her leaves all wet with dew;
and quivered with a new romance -
the wind, he loved her too.
Have you ever longed for her,
slower, the floor
cold, i'm getting old
and dead and shot after
sore laughter i feel like
an actor for death
in the stage of life
trying hard to stop
to hold my breath
to murder me
under the blue
and bleak of the sea
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...
for hope hoping for hopeless life
i starve for blood tho' blunt has been my knife
a beautiful draw between the end and beginning
when the hurtful truth is the stars that are running
the wounds so deep and scars so heavy,
so many to count from a cruel tragedy.
The tragedy of me...
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...
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;
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...
When I could,
no more pain.
Insight to the greatest gift,
the kind of man can turn and lift
the kin of past and begging future to be.
Sewed in the gift I give at last,
a window through a door and...
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...
the sky?And we ran through the forest to find where it lie,I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow,You were holding my hand and saying not to let go.When we found it at last there were twigs in our hair,A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air,And the words to...
weeping in the town you rule
a crown for it, a crown you'll wear
with the frown upside down.
A smile waits, creates
its own space, waits
until it gets, late.
For fate has met, its
other date, a date far away
some time later, but not today.
Because today, you lay
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 the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch...
can't help think of great trees and their leaves)
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf...
nothing in all of my life had ever been more beautiful.They tore off their glowing garments andpresented themselves naked.They were an open bottle for the worldto drink fromWho you ask with eager eyes?I will tell you, but you must promise methat you will look for themand...
To her, she's imperfection. She is dust on torn pages of books and broken hands on clocks that used to spin in lover's homes. To me, she is perfection. She is the sun the moment it is washed by the sea and the children's heartbeat in the moment it explodes from the water once...
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...
times to be nice and kind to many
They allowed me to be apart of their lives
Most of the times was only to take away my honor
It’s my fault to be easily fooled
For being so naive
Thinking that they won’t hurt me or lie
After many attempts
My confidence vanished
I lost my...
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...
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...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day.
From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of...
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...
all due to sectionalism, slavery and states rights too
Many lost their lives to get the country back together
The trail of blood has spread since the first day
Humanity deranged causing families to be estranged
I cry seeing the fact that our love ones are getting killed for...
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’s a shade, sometimes sunny
Live every moment here to your heart’s content
The time that is here may not be tomorrow
One who loves you whole-heartedly
It is difficult meet that person
If there is someone like that somewhere
That person is more beautiful than all
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...
Seems quite appropriate right now
All blossoms will wilt,
each youth fold into the mold of age.
Wisdom and virtue never last forever.
Your heart must always be ready to leave
and ready to begin again,
must form new bonds
with courage and without regret.
Every beginning offers...
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 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...
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...
Sanguine colours circulated around her as she grows,
The room fills with light as her cry resonates as she enters the world,
The world... if only she knew what she was getting into
The arms of her mother leave her behind to find another
She screams as she takes off in a metal...
Dying within oneself
of insanity, of long lost hope
of putting dead emotions in the shelf
of a empty heart up, high on dope.
My emotional suicide is done
and between me and my life
the war of survival won
leaving everything but a beautiful strife
where i wait for the time
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...
clear waterThat drips upon a stoneIn forests far and silentWhere quiet plays alone.Her thoughts are like the lotusAbloom by sacred streamsBeneath the temple archesWhere quiet sits and dreams.Her kisses are the rosesThat glow while dusk is deepIn Persian garden closesWhere quiet...
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.
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...
close to silence
I'm sure that you have heard
The gentle constant ringing
In the space between two words
When you really pay attention
You find it's not just in your head
But instead is whispers of the words
The world has left unsaid
It's "I love you" left unspoken