not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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;
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...
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...
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 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...
And never be apart
To be a shoulder to lean on
To sing a lullaby
True love is forever
like the universe
and the stars
it adds a bright spark
To the emptiness of our minds
and they will love you too
An unbroken circle of love
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.
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...
that seen through the soul
Eyes that gleamed with innocence and beauty
Eyes harmless, yet their gaze was cruelty
A soul wrecked and ruined by a glance
A soul that longed for lips to dance
A soul that seen the truth clear, but
A soul that hid behind it’s fear
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...
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...
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,
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
Woman the most sublime of ideals.
God made for man a throne; for Woman an altar.
The throne exalts; the altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain; Woman, the heart.
The brain creates light; the heart, love.
Light engenders; love resurrects.
Because of reason Man is...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...