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
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...
especially when you have talented people reading it. I've just been studying while listening to some British actors read some famous pieces by Shakespeare and E.E.Cummings.
p.s - Tom hiddleston's voice is extremely dreamy
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 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...
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...
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
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...
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...
the tears start to fall
I ask myself a million times
How did we lose it all???
For the first time I had no words
that to you I could say
I cling to old memories
And I watch you walk away
I just don't want to let you go
But inside I know I must
My heart's whimpering with pain
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...
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...
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...
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...
and it is anonymous who wrote it....
A poem about ..........
When I saw her for the first time I froze
Heart pounding and stomach fluttering
Was she a rose, Hell I could not tell
I could not eat nor sleep, nor speak coherent
Was I sick? I had no idea
But somehow I knew...
“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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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.
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...
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'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...
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...
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.