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...
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...
To see my heart and soul.
No lips but yours,
Pressed firmly to mine,
Soft, warm, intoxicating...
No hands but yours,
To hold tenderly in my own,
To feel them moving over my body,
Thrilling and arousing me to my core.
No arms but yours,
Holding me and pulling me
So close to you...
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely...
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
that has lowered my spirits, is as extreme chasing a grandiose dream. I believe that I am a brand new product of soaring beams that will touch the lost ones. My visions and Ideals have been around since childhood, for the good of the people, I cast out evil with passion 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...
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...
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...
Carol Ann Duffy
May I shuffle forward and tell you the two minute life of rain
Starting right now lips open and lidless-cold all-seeing gaze
When something not yet anything changes its mind like me
And begins to fall
In the small hours
And the light is still a flying...
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...
that no definition is found
well... I know, something Is going on, but the undercover shortcut of hiding, sometimes fools me too.
The need to fing the nitch , the right whole to fill in the blanks with my own passions, and my own self, as a messesnger of the real...
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...
them like flowersbetween the pages of my favorite bookAnd I want to take all the scrapsthat you dislike in yourselfand display them on my refrigeratorto show you I'm still proudof the person you areand the person you are becomingBut most of all, I want to spin you like a...
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...
for school next week and be able to recite it aloud in class. What do you all think.
From A Railway Carriage
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches'
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and...
don’t always get along perfectly, I’m sure we never will.
No matter what’s been said or done, I will love you still.
I’m sorry I don’t say that more;
I’m sorry I’m not saying it out loud now.
I express my deepest feelings in writing-It’s the best way I know how...
all talking’s talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
gush to it as diety or devil
-toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles
name it cruel fair or blessed evil-
it is you (ne i)nobody else
drive dumb mankind...
dry but drowning. One grain
Amongst one million score of millions set to slip
Through the pinched glass waist of a chimeless hour
With just the pendulum's steady chant , as it swiftly swang
Beyond my favour; there is no fineness in that one fixed hour,
But I saw an oasis...
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...
Through the world.
Not paying attention
Yet constantly aware of each other.
Coupled together so long that
Others romanticize their longevity
Assuring themselves that it’s a sign
Of affection so deep that time
Is unaware of their passing.
Love and pain
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...
My heart bleeds for you.
I asked for it.
But I sacrifice for my true love..
Feed upon it, take me whole..
You are like fresh air..
Still I can not breath .
I felt my heart beat..
For the first time..
What do I feel?
Love? No I must not . Your like serenity underneath my feet.
When nothing is left
When things buried
Have been brought to light
And the ashes scattered
To the winds
There comes a time
When nothing is left
When all sounds
Have faded away
I would love to say
Part of me still cherishes you
So many poems and lyrics
so many phrases and quotes
so many thunders and sunshines above of it all.
Below the surface there's reality there's pain and there's doubt, in a world of ever-growing bouts....
Where is this going, this pain is overflowing....
This empty space goes...
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
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...
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...
and loved it...
“A candle within me
A small flame burning,
Fueled by your eyes, your laughter, your astonishing smile.
A yearning within me
An aching longing,
Deepened by your joy, your charm, your ephemeral grace.
A love within me
A passion everlasting,
You dance among the...
COMINGTurning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction...
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...