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...
in which you wake,
to this life
from the other
There is a small
into the day
What you can plan
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...
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...
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 --
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...
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.
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;
to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;
to tell pain
from everything it's not;
to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.
An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
there is nothing else but the
yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt
through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand
the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to
Which only sang songs of sorrow
Which only flew to tomorrow
With its wings, it soars
With its voice, it roars
Scared, people run for the doors
Only when it leaves, do they go outdoors
Poor little crow sits happily
Poor little crow sits sadly
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...
There she stood upon a high,
World blowing through her mind,
" Let go & Fall " the wind does cry,
with arms outstretched her falls a glide,
Dizzy...Giddy...she panics inside,
" Your Falling to fast " the words fly by,
with heart in hand she closes...
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...
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 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...
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.
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.
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
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.
O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,
magnetic voyager whose death flowers
and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:
shattered brine, dazzling...
this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
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...
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...
what you are like
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light...
Golden eyes and a diamond smile.
If looks could kill, she'd be in a cell,
a genuine sweet southern belle.
She will wrench your heart away
It is a subtle game she will play
Rob you of your dignity and pride
She’ll take your heart for a ride
Your mind and money she...
“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...
breaths and stumbling steps.
Your wings twisted with your disposition as you fell through tree tops and met me in this collision.
Once singing dulcet songs that resonated throughout the skies; sparking envy in those who were grounded, not yet found, utterly dead from the...
nightmare with no feelings, when you have no purpose no interest in what happens to you, everything becomes pointless. Your head clears bairly thinking just staring at the ground, you can see the pavement.A glass chest, and a hallow heart you can see all the broken pieces, they...
today and saw the following poem hanging in a teacher's classroom. I am the father of three girls and this poem has stuck with me all day since I read it.
BY MAYA ANGELOU
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion...
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...
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;