and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
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 lonely searches,
For what he thought he had long lost,
Or was is it what he never had,
Singing the song of the Willow
Shadows slowly moving like trees,
Swaying back and forth, marching in step,
Leaves above fluttering in time,
Singing the song of the Willow.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
sparkling ash. I don't want anyone too close or my life might crash. Fractured heart, deadened mind, I will heal in Good time. My brittle existence held together by prayer. My reality staring at me in the mirror. The world reflecting how I feel. Love is real and doesn't need to...
Yeats, 1865 - 1939
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and...
just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
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...
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...
neither is God by many. Everyone is a piece of the whole but my soul feels cold. I lost myself in your abyss as you stole my trust and sanity. It was your boredom and vanity that attracted and distracted I. Then when you were free from your misery with glee you forgot the key...
The one of Romeo and Juliet?
You know, he was the Montague and
She was the Capulet.
Their parents were at war
Their love had to be kept hidden
I always wondered why there was hate
Why were they so forbidden?
But that was just a story,
Just fiction, a work of art
substances and their products, what good is this to you? Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your definition, flee from it, that you may attain to the one who cannot be defined, O sifter of the dust.
Because of you, I am able to
Express everything from my soul
No matter what hand I was dealt
You've always been there for me
Worries, tears, heartaches and fears
Friendships, love, joys, and tragedies
I find myself writing about you
You always seem to get me through...
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...
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...
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 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...
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...
for what you see,
only your eyes would be
in love with me.
If you love me
for what you heard
then you would love me
for my words
If you love
my heart and mind
then you would love me,
for all that I'm.
One thing is better than nothing. Something decaying as I falter. The haunting feeling of falling. Will I find my place in this world? Weary and wounded I keep on moving. Focusing on that one thing to finally bring me home in my soul.
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.
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...
and made me long for this sense of connection.
The Knowing by Sharon Olds
Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise-
comaed and woken, we lie a long time
looking at each other.
I do not know what he sees, but I see
eyes of surpassing tenderness
and calm, a calm like the...
crippled emotionally. I blaze past as I leave a trail of unfinished business. Too many listless interests and not enough of time or myself. Then blow like the kill shot disintegrating all that was real or fake. Pick up the rake, reel it in, nothing much but fragments of dreams...
but do not try to understand that darkness.
Within darkness there is light,
but do not look for that light.
Light and darkness are a pair,
like the foot before and the foot behind in walking.
Each thing has its own intrinsic value
and is related to everything else in function...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and...
if you’re going to try, go all the
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
I was always stuck in one place like a rusted drone,
Of course, I need the city sounds to sleep,
But, they are also there when I sleep not a wink.
Babies cry, and a Cow goes 'moo'
but I'm stuck here for eternity until I have the courage to move
blue and orange,
The mountains silhouetted against the glow of the passing day,
Each moment brings a change to the fading colors.
The day has come and gone,
Celebrate the night,
With it's air crisp and cool.
Like diamonds on a blanket of black velvet,
The stars shine their old...
why is it when a heart wants to share with another heart, the way is blocked, circumstances abound every kind of obstacale can be found, the speaker of the heart will say, talk to me any time or day, but something always gets in the way, by design or deceit it all wears on the...