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.
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...
was many 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my...
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
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...
For that’s what it was.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
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
By Raymond Carver
He said it doesn’t look good
he said it looks bad in fact real bad
he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before
I quit counting them
I said I’m glad I wouldn’t want to know
about any more being there than that
he said are you a religious man...
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...
an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone, we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mothers face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us...
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was...
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;
that is filling inside of me,
The battle I've been fighting every night where you're not by my side,
The wounds that lay upon my skin,
The lines of pain along my arms, and the tears I shed in secrecy.
To hide this misery is a challenge; though I try, no one, not even you should...
who just posted this. It has been one of my favourite poems for years already.
The Cinnamon Peeler
by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk...
I promise that during my days you will be my onlyI know you will be there for me when I feel lonelyI know I can count on you whenever I am downI know you will save me before I drownI promise to be strong when I feel like breakingI'll try to hold on but I may continue shakingI...
vex, and so beguiled
The living world, at slumbers seam
I sat, with pattering heart so riled.
And as I looked, apart my room
With books, and portraits with air less dear
I knew, t’was not merely the blacked gloom
It was to say, I'd met my fears
For as I searched, I could...
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...
just wanted to say.
I hope you have a wonderful day.
Your messages bring a smile to my face.
And your words at times make my heart race.
Life may not be perfect in all that we do.
But I want to say thank you for you being you.
and waiting for youThe pain I feel is not physicalIt’s a yearning to indulge but to be freeTo get deep down to the hearts coreTo know that this is what it isTo feel... timeless... flat circles that are really spheresThe moment...Like the cliff I stood on, toes curled on...
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...
when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to...
and so kind of force-fed to me but I still love its wistfulness and imagery. For me it is kind of a companion piece to the Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby" though it doesn't feel as bleak to me as that song.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
by e e cummings (1894 - 1962)
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...
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...
of my Goddess Aphrodite in this poem!
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun...
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...
should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
Today is a treasure
To cherish each day
Follow your dreams
Letting hope shine
See the soft beauty
That is inside you
When you feel fear
Love will see you through
To yourself be honest and true
And know you're beautiful too...
(extract)....Under bare Ben Bulben's headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.An ancestor was rector thereLong years ago, a church stands near,By the road an ancient cross.No marble, no conventional phrase;On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut...
Zamaney Bhar Se Waada Kar Lia Kia?
Tu Kia Sach Much Judayi Mujhse Kar Li?
Tu Khud Apney Ko Aadha Kar Lia Kia..?
Hunar Mandi Se Apney Dil Ka Safha...
Meri Jaan, Tum Ne Saada Kar Lia Kia?
Bohat Nazdeek Aatey Ja Rahey Ho..
Bicharney Ka Irada Kar Lia Kia..??
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 bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear...