Julianda Posted July 4, 2015 Share Posted July 4, 2015 YOU WERE MY FAIRY TALE PRINCESS, SO MUCH LARGER THAN LIFE. YOU WERE MY ANGEL AND MY WITNESS THROUGH ALL MY PAIN AND STRIFE. AT TIMES YOU MADE ME ANGRY, GREAT WORDS I WOULD PROCLAIM HOW SOMEDAY YOU;D BE SORRY. YOU WERE THE ONE TO BLAME. BUT WHEN I NEEDED COMFORTING YOU ALWAYS FOUND THE TIME. YOUR WORDS WERE MORE SOOTHING THAN DAYS OF CHILDHOOD SUBLIME. NOW THE DISTANCE HOLDS US APART, THE BOUNDARIES HAVE NO END. I'LL HOLD THE MEMORIES IN MY HEART YOU'RE MY MOTHER, MY BEST FRIEND by anonymous Quote Link to comment
Guest KT3 Posted July 23, 2015 Share Posted July 23, 2015 SONNET XVII by Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. Quote Link to comment
femcasanova Posted September 29, 2015 Share Posted September 29, 2015 Nabasa ko s isang magazine nung bata pa ako, I'd like to say some words to youPlease listen to me for a whileIt concerns about the boy i loveThe one who made me smile He loved me once, not long agoBut that was then beforeSince you came into his lifeHe didn't love me anymore ...... (I forgot the rest, but the ending was) Offer him the love i can no longer show Quote Link to comment
seongbae Posted December 15, 2015 Share Posted December 15, 2015 woooow nice poem naked_angel! Quote Link to comment
blacklantern Posted January 5, 2016 Share Posted January 5, 2016 The last lines of Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson quoted by M in the movie Skyfall-- great on You tube Quote Link to comment
bods1000 Posted January 22, 2016 Share Posted January 22, 2016 I was reminded of this poem when a certain lady said that "hindi sya nagsusuklay ng buhok", although it has no relation to this poem. Lol!From Randall Mann. The Fall of 1992 Love was a doorknobstatement, a breakneck goodbye --and the walk of shamewithout shame, the hair disheveled, curlof Kools, and desolate birds like ampersands... I re-did my facein the bar bathroom, abovethe urinal trough.I liked it rough. From behind the stall,Lady Pearl slurred the words: Don't hold out for love. Quote Link to comment
Ricardio Posted January 22, 2016 Share Posted January 22, 2016 Do not go gentle into that good night Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Quote Link to comment
cumlaude Posted January 22, 2016 Share Posted January 22, 2016 i dont know if anyone here knows this tagalog poem, cant remember the entire script, pero eto simula nyaAng luha ni inauna kong nakitanang ako'y tumanggapng aking diploma Quote Link to comment
bods1000 Posted February 8, 2016 Share Posted February 8, 2016 This was the poem I referred to in another room: Billy Collins, "Statues in the Park" I thought of you todaywhen I stopped before an equestrian statuein the middle of a public square, you who had once instructed mein the code of these noble poses. A horse rearing up with two legs raised,you told me, meant the rider had died in battle. If only one leg was lifted,the man had elsewhere succumbed to his wounds; And if four legs were touching the ground,as they were in this case -bronze hooves affixed to a stone base -it meant that the man on the horse, this one staring intentlyover the closed movie theater across the street,had died of a cause other than war. In the shadow of the statue,I wondered about the otherswho had simply walked through lifewithout a horse, a saddle, or a sword - pedestrians who could no longerplace one foot in front of the other. I pictured statues of the sicklyrecumbent on their cold stone beds,the suicides toeing the marble edge, statues of accident victims covering their eyes,the murdered covering their wounds,the drowned silently treading the air. And there was I,up on a rosy-gray block of granitenear a cluster of shade trees in the local park,my name and dates pressed into a plaque, Down on my knees, eyes lifted,praying to the passing clouds,forever begging for just one more day. Quote Link to comment
Julianda Posted February 13, 2016 Share Posted February 13, 2016 Just never in the same way... http://i67.tinypic.com/2hncbww.jpg Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted February 22, 2016 Share Posted February 22, 2016 Weird Emily again... it's been a while. I can’t tell you, but you feel it Nor can you tell me, Saints with vanished slate and pencil Solve our April day. Sweeter than a vanished frolicFrom a vanished green! Swifter than the hoofs of horseman Round a ledge of dream! Modest, let us walk among it. With our “faces veiled”,As they say polite archangels Do, in meeting God. Not for me to prate about it, Not for you to say To some fashionable Lady“Charming April Day!” Rather Heaven’s “Peter Parley” By which, Children slowTo sublimer recitations Are prepared to go! Quote Link to comment
LunaX Posted February 29, 2016 Share Posted February 29, 2016 Sampung Bagay na Natutunan ko sa mga UmiibigUna. Napakatamis ng mga simula. Ng mga umaga na ang bumubunga sa ‘yo ay ang kaniyang mukha. Nag-aalmusal ka ng kilig. At hanggang sa gabi ay baon mo siya hanggang sa paghimbing. Dito. Dito mo matututunan ang tunay na kapangyarihan ng isang ngiti. Ng ibang kamay na humahawi sa iyong buhok. Ng mga matang sumisisid sa iyong kaluluwa. Pangalawa. Napakadaling makampante at masanay sa pagmamahal. Ang malunod sa kapangyarihan ng kami, ng tayo, ng ikaw at ako. Ang hindi pansinin ang pangangailangan ng kaniya. Paano naman ang kaniya lang? Paano naman ang ako? Napakadaling malunod sa akalang ang iyo ay mananatiling iyo. Pangatlo. Mapapagod ka.Pero – Pang-apat. Sandali, ang tunay na pag-ibig hindi dapat sumusuko, ‘di ba?Pero, Panlima, ang tunay na pag-ibig ay hindi parating sapat. Kapag ang mga pakpak na binigay nito sa iyo ay bumigat at naging kadenang ni ayaw ka nang patayuin, kapag ang langit ng pusong minsa’y nilipad ay naging kulungang nasa ‘yo naman ang susi at kandado pero ayaw mong lisanin… Pang-anim. Ang pinakamabagsik mang apoy ay mamamatay. Maghanda ka sa sakit. Pero huwag kang mag-aalaga ng galit – ito ang Pampito. iiwanan kang puno ng sugat at pilat at paltos nito. Iiwanan kang umuusok sa poot sa kaniya, sa mundo, sa sarili mo. Iiwanan ka nitong abo. Pangwalo. Maghanda ka sa wakas. Pansiyam. Alam ko, parang hindi ka pa handa sa wakas. Wala naman yata talagang nagiging handa sa wakas pero nandiyan na siya –At sa wakas, Pansampu. Mahalin mo pa siya. Sa tingin, sa tanaw, mula sa abo na iniwan ng inyong apoy, mahalin mo pa siya. Pero kung ang pakpak ng pag-ibig ay naging gapos na, kapag ang dating langit sa puso mo ay binilanggo ka, mahalin mo siya sa huling pagkakataon. Pagkatapos, bitaw na. ~Severo, Juan Miguel. Sampung Bagay na Natutunan ko sa mga Umiibig 1 Quote Link to comment
bods1000 Posted March 7, 2016 Share Posted March 7, 2016 Some snippet from Ric de Ungria... "If it is morning and still we can't sleep,why would a tale begin? And why must wefinish it into a life not our ownthat takes over our life and becomes us?" Quote Link to comment
toaster Posted March 14, 2016 Share Posted March 14, 2016 Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche by Pablo Neruda Quote Link to comment
BettyConfidential Posted March 22, 2016 Share Posted March 22, 2016 I have never yet, not for a momentor a dayunderstood why I amthe way I am,but I have never yet,not for an houror a week,questioned it. Take me this way,or leave mebe. - TKG 1 Quote Link to comment
Unwritten Posted April 21, 2016 Share Posted April 21, 2016 A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. John Keats Quote Link to comment
Unwritten Posted May 9, 2016 Share Posted May 9, 2016 (edited) When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be BY JOHN KEATS When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. Edited May 9, 2016 by Unwritten Quote Link to comment
dibdba Posted May 31, 2016 Share Posted May 31, 2016 somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings. Quote Link to comment
josephus24 Posted June 2, 2016 Share Posted June 2, 2016 Berso #2 by Maningning MiklatDumaan ako sa tahimik na ilog,Ang buong mundo ay parang natutulog.Kung may bunga mang sa tubig ay mahulog,Parang ang puso ko itong nadudurog.Kung mag-isa ako huwag nang isipin,Sa dilim ay dapat pa akong hanapin.Habang may luha ay huwag pang ibigin,Sa pangarap ko ay huwag nang gisingin.Kaya kong maghintay sa mga tula moMakinig sa awit ng kabilang dakoAt tuklasin sa paglalakad na itoHamog at luha ng bulaklak at damo.Mapapanood and sayaw ng tutubiMapapakinggan ang ibong humuhuniHihinahon ang pusong di mapakaliAt hihimlay na sa mapayapang gabi.Dumaan ako sa tahimik na ilog,Ang buong mundo ay parang natutulogKung may bunga mang sa tubig ay nahulogParang ang puso ko nga itong nadudurog. Quote Link to comment
Unwritten Posted June 11, 2016 Share Posted June 11, 2016 An excerpt from "The Ode to Autumn "BY JOHN KEATS.... Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,---While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mournAmong the river sallows, borne aloftOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble softThe redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. Quote Link to comment
KristinLavransdatr Posted June 12, 2016 Share Posted June 12, 2016 All that you write,you knowit's not right,you move mewith written suggestion. I know it's absurd,to be undressed by a word,write me morewrite me more --make me yours. -- MF Quote Link to comment
Unwritten Posted August 14, 2016 Share Posted August 14, 2016 (edited) Excerpt from the abandoned Hyperion - by John Keats. Deep in the shady sadness of a vale,Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,Still as the silence round about his lair. Edited August 14, 2016 by Unwritten Quote Link to comment
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