....The agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of depair.
-Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum
Le depressing poem:
Happiness is scarce among these sorrowed hearts.
Hear them cry in their sad and sorrowful ways, mourning the loss of their happiness
as it floats away, leaving...
The bright walls seems to be mocking
And time looks like its stopping
All I have is memories
Of you and me
The days that I spent loving you
If only you knew
How I try to get over...
I am filled with words of men long dead,
For all I could say has been said.
A vessel empty of originality,
Mental static swirling cottony
And white, white as evacuated eyes...
This is the greatest poem of all time. I'll include the beginning, which is taken from a French poem, so as not to remove any part of its entirety:
The Love Song of J. Alfred...
Paint clouds that really rain
And noisy, running streams,
Or birds that can take flight
And sing beyond your dreams,
Or sculpt a lovely nude
That wakes to your embrace...
writing a poetry about mood changes can be difficult,
difficult to the point of changing my mood to a next one,
next mood that I'm having is a mood of I don't know...
Listen closely and you hear the whispers, ignore them and they begin to scream
The echoes of your broken promises, They seek me out and steal my dreams
The out right lies of the...
Hi guys, this is my first post here and I really don't know should I tell you this story or not.
I will tell you story .. About 8 years ago, I noticed one girl in school. We were...
The Dead Poet
By: Rob Paquin
Written on June 17th, 2012
Out of his tapping fingertips, came all the words he had to type.
Those words that laid within his mind, through all...
I love the sounds of saxophones and violins,
Trying to find my way back home again,
Wanting to feel the soul which makes me whole,
Looking to ride the momentum and start to roll...
Almost everything I read from him seems to resonate so deeply within me.
What poetry is?
'A subtle sleek brook of emotions, dissipating fragrance, not apparently visible'.
Baat sajdoon ki nahi khaloos-e-dil ki hoti hai Iqbal
Har maikhanay mai sharaabi aur har masjid may nimaazi nahi hota
Its not only about bowing down , it is about sincerity in the...
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
Actually, I'm just a vessel. I only attempt to convey humbly What the Soul in me says.
Poetry writes me.
Hello :) very new here...
I also love poetry - discussing it, writing it, analysing it... I'd love to chat about poetry in general, not really one for 'hey!!! Look at me! Look at...
Aqal Ne Aik Din Ye Dil Se Kaha
Bhoole Bhatke Ki Rahnuma Hun Main
One day reason said to the heart:
‘I am a guide for those who are lost.
Hun Zameen Par, Guzr Falak Pe Mera
Loh Bhi Tu Qalam Bhi Tu, Tera Wajood Al-Kitab
Gunbad-e-Abgina Rang tere Muheet Mein Habab
You are the Sacred Tablet, You are the Pen and the Book;
This blue‐colored dome is a...
Pen pressed firmly against ghost white paper for months now. No words jotted down and no prose poetry written. I am still waiting. Waiting to turn your death into a breathing work...