even know your name
But today, from now on
You're always on my mind
I never could have predicted
That I would feel this way
You are a beautiful surprise
An inspiration to my life
Whatever you came to teach me
I am here to receive the gift
I believe you came for a reason
fun under the sun
Long days seem to last forever
A season of enjoyment and laughter
How can there be so much pain in a time
When there is so much joy to be found
I woke up with tears in my eyes
Did I say "...enough", it had to stop
Longer days and shorter nights
Every once in a while I will come across a piece of poetry that is just so real to me , it moves me to tears. Here is the latest one to give me that feeling.The author talks about having a dream with one of his daughters in it,talking to him about his life struggles.
a fleeting guess
Love, a timeless dance
Love, a grand distress
A sense of something dense,
A sense of bliss.
A sense of timeless innocence,
A sense of what we miss.
Of joy, ever pervasive.
Of life, a breath to breathe.
Of sadness, quite invasive
Of death, a looming reave
“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...
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...
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...
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...
William Wordsworth "Daffodils"
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
the same old place
Same old faces watching me
Who knows how long I'll have to stay
Sometimes I drift away
From all the dull routine
A fantasy enters my mind
An escape from drudgery
Lately my luck has been so bad
I lost my ways, I lost my mind
I was losing all that I was
secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
the vessel of fragile emotions
The mind sometimes creates malevolent illusions
We take the high road, we think we are untouchable
We think we are strong, we think we are infallible
Our heart holds more than what we know
In silence it processes things bigger than we show
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...
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...
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
not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
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...
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...
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...
darkness eclipses all base emotion from my flesh bleeds a ocean Scarlett tears real in my devotion
a crimson orb paints the sky with blood as life from my body mixes with the mud
I stand upon the threshold looking upon that which none have dared to venture forth and...
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...
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 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...
- "Ode On Melancholy"
NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle...
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...
On peaceful days with bright blue skies.Or life can be the raindrops,That fall like tears squeezed from your eyes.Life can be the heaven,That you'll only reach through hell.Since you won't know that you're happy,If you've not been sad as well.Life can teach hard lessons,But you...
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...
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...