What Poetry Moved You?

[fallenangel8]

Winter Moonlight

 

The snow, so peaceful and serene,

caressed by the soft moonlight,

gave magical feelings to the night.

 

The soft blue glow,

the lovers' words that then did flow,

their lips closer and closer

until, locked in the throes

of a passionate embrace,

he decided to express his feelings,

to keep her safe.

 

He whispered softly,

his words like music to her ears,

"I Love You,"

and her response the same,

heard like the gentle breeze,

"And I, love you, forever."

 

That was the night they promised

to be together through everything,

each to care for the other when old and gray

A lovers' pact

the most likely to last.

 

- Krista J. Mikula -

[Dr_PepPeR]

Don't blame it on sunshine

Don't blame it on moonlight

Don't blame it on good times

Blame it on the boogie

 

"Blame it on the Boogie" by the Jackson Five

[Lipstick]

Sonnet 29

 

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least,

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

 

thirteen, bill was my first.

[Guest lemon]

All places sadden me where I do not see

those beautiful bright eyes

which carried off the keys

of my thoughts, sweet while it pleased God:

and all to make my harsh exile harder,

if I sleep or walk or sit,

I long for nothing more,

and nothing I see after them can please me.

How many mountains and waters,

how many seas and rivers,

hide me from those two eyes,

that almost made a clear sky at noon

from my shadows,

only for memory to consume me more,

and to show how joyous my life was before

while my present is harsh and troubled.

 

soon... :hypocritesmiley:

[bluegreen717]

Can it be right to give what I can give?

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

For all thy adjurations? O my fears,

That this can scarce be right! We are not peers

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

 

Sonnets from the Portuguese, 9, Elizabeth Barrett-Browning

[BlackWizard]

Hindi ko na alam kung sino na ngayon

Hindi ko na alam kung nasaan na ngayon

Parang buhanging dumulas sa palad ko ang panahon

Ang bukas at kahapo'y iisa sa isip kong litong-lito...

 

Hindi ko na alam kung sino na ngayon

Kung wala sa piling mo ay sino na ngayon

Yakapin mong anong higpit, hanggang tuluyang mahimbing

Aling pag-ibig pa kaya ang tatamis pa sa pag-ibig mo?

 

Tukso, tuksuhin mo ako

 

Sa apoy mong kandungan

 

Maging ngayo'y alipinin mo!!!

 

Sa Kndungan NgTukso - Ronald Ramirez

[philos]

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)

 

It 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.

She was a child and I was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love--

I and my Annabel Lee--

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

 

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud by night

Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

 

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me:--

Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling

And killing my Annabel Lee.

 

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we--

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

 

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea--

In her tomb by the side of the sea.

[Lipstick]

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 done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate

(for you are my fate, my sweet)

I want no world

(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

 

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

 

x x x x

 

Everyday, every damn single day that has been.

And now, for all tomorrows plus a day my heart, for always and a day.

[wuss]

And now you’re mine (Love Sonnet LXXXI)-P.Neruda

 

Now, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.

Love, pain, and work, must sleep now.

Night revolves on invisible wheels

and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

 

No one else will sleep with my dream, love.

You will go; we will go joined by the waters of time.

No other one will travel the shadows with me,

only you, ever green, ever sun, ever moon.

 

Already your hands have opened their delicate fists

and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,

your eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,

while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:

night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,

not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.

[Guest lemon]

go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

as far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

 

avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

if you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

 

enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.

 

but let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

 

be yourself. especially, do not feign affection.

neither be cynical about love for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is perennial as the grass.

 

take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

but do not distress yourself with imaginings. many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

 

you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

 

therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,

keep peace with your soul.

 

with all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

 

strive to be happy.

 

always believed in the ideals set forth in this one. never can do 'em all but, hell, i had fun trying. hahaha! see you around, folks!

[LB]

The Builder by Pablo Neruda

[sam spade]

not really a poetry lover...but for whatever reason...what enters my mind now is this....

 

O (name of person) kong nilalangit

Nilalangaw pati puwit

Sa gabi ika'y isang tala

Sa umaga mata mo'y puro muta

Sa kagandahan mo ako'y sasamba

Sa utot mo ako'y tutumba

O (name of person) kong nilalangit

Nilalangaw pati puwit

 

 

Sorry couldn't help it...just wanted to bring a smile to a rather serious thread....hope you may excue me for it

[sam spade]

FEMALE POEM

I want a man who’s handsome, smart and strong

 

One who loves to listen all day long,

 

One who thinks before he speaks,

 

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

 

I want him to be gainfully employed,

 

And when I spend his cash, not be annoyed.

 

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

 

Massages my back and begs to do more.

 

Oh! For a man who makes love to my mind,

 

And knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"

 

I want this man to love me to no end,

 

And forever be my very best friend.

 

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MALE POEM

 

I want a deaf-mute nymphomaniac,

 

With huge boobs

 

who owns a bottle shop and a fishing boat.

 

I know this doesn't rhyme and I don't give a s@%t.

[havagut]

In a Station of the Metro

by Ezra Pound

 

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

 

moved me. short as it is, it was nevertheless clear... concise.

 

In a Station of the Metro

[DomPerignom]

"The Man With The Hoe" by: Edwin Markham