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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 you are.
Long days which may be dark or light,
The past and future always out of sight
Travelling onward to the morning star;
First star on the right, it’s not very far
But it’s hard to see on a dark, dark night
The point of it.
The flower from the bud, that’s who you...
with feathers -
That 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...
is where we met,
somewhere along the traveler's trail,
I invited you to join for dinner,
not knowing what that would entail,
and as the minutes turned to hours,
and the hours turned to days,
we got lost somewhere in time together,
as if we were in an impassioned maze,
sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving...
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.
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...
reflection when the voice that speaks is coming back at me why are u hear my son I hear the voice exclaim its such a dreary day u should be inside and play I respond to the voice that what is dreary to u is happiness to me I'd gladly trade u places in the murky depth below...
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 get carried away, guys are tempered those will say easily angered and get carried away but when those two meet and mate out comes pure joy and love that melts away love is a wonderful wonder that all should know it helps with the healing and the pain of the day
Your peach is within my reach
You galactic disaster
I will eat and eat
Feed my famine with your laughter
Pulling you, dipping you, I’m so into you
I deserve every morsel, as I touch your torso
I bend you, bite you and throw you
Now you know me, now I know you...
Dedicated to Chelsea
A weekend escape,
To a cabin far away,
To spend it together,
And live life in a day,
We talked and we chatted,
We hugged and we kissed,
For weekends this lovely,
Are too often missed,
We saw the cool creek,
The waters all clear,
We kissed on the...
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...
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...
It lives and loves on wild impulse
shiver and shake like feverish imps
If you look inside and take a glimpse
Romanticism is just an illusion
To a heart that beats confusion
Mechanical wonder but oh, so cold
The wheels and cogs in brass and gold
This poem very much captures the author's feelings of unrequited love; of being loved just a very little by someone, who always has bigger and better fish to fry. In a few lines, the poet effortlessly conveys that sense of yearning for something wonderful which, for her (but...
Open the door if you dare
The key to my circus
Tempting devils, delights
Waiting to consume
And be consumed
Beasts rutting in heat
The jugular stings
Gnawing on the wound
The tethers scar
Deep to the marrow
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...
as beautiful. Perfect little creatures of god. Their halos and wings define them from others, frail and soulless. But the truth is, angels are not the cleanest of spirits. Inside them, locked away for no one to see, are demons. Evil spirits that thrive on corruption and hate...
that I didn’t know it,I just never really said it... directly.Caged talk, regretOut of situations that make one want to breathe deep,To confirm you’re alive,As opposed to free birds to fly and write their stories in the sky.The nature of daylight,Changing colours on...
“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...
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...
happen to meet
A man that’s walking down the street
Who seems to be without a care
Talking to someone who isn’t there
Perhaps you’ll think that he’s insane
Or hope that he’ll stay in his own lane
Or perhaps you’ll think by his calm tone
That he’s just talking on...
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...
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...
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...
but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.
If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent...
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
"One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel—one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important...
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
Greek friend long ago)
As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as...
You asked me why I was
afraid to fall in love with you.
And I never really answered—
But here it is:
Because you’re perfect.
Because you’re genuine.
Because there’s no free get out of jail card
if I let myself feel what I want to.
There’s no cure for a sleepless...
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...
but like a tunnel, I cannot see where the trees shroud the road in shadow. We anticipate and plan for the path in front of us, but sometimes it doesn't matter, because fate may hold a different hand of cards.The way behind me is riddled with ruts and chasms that I have...
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...
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;
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...
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...