fallenangel8 Posted March 28, 2006 Share Posted March 28, 2006 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 closeruntil, locked in the throesof 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 promisedto be together through everything,each to care for the other when old and grayA lovers' pactthe most likely to last. - Krista J. Mikula - Quote Link to comment
Dr_PepPeR Posted April 2, 2006 Share Posted April 2, 2006 Don't blame it on sunshineDon't blame it on moonlightDon't blame it on good timesBlame it on the boogie "Blame it on the Boogie" by the Jackson Five Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted April 2, 2006 Share Posted April 2, 2006 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 arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gateFor thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,That then I scorn to change my state with kings. thirteen, bill was my first. Quote Link to comment
Guest lemon Posted April 16, 2006 Share Posted April 16, 2006 All places sadden me where I do not seethose beautiful bright eyeswhich carried off the keysof 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 noonfrom my shadows,only for memory to consume me more,and to show how joyous my life was beforewhile my present is harsh and troubled. soon... :hypocritesmiley: Quote Link to comment
bluegreen717 Posted April 17, 2006 Share Posted April 17, 2006 Can it be right to give what I can give?To let thee sit beneath the fall of tearsAs salt as mine, and hear the sighing yearsRe-sighing on my lips renunciativeThrough those infrequent smiles which fail to liveFor all thy adjurations? O my fears,That this can scarce be right! We are not peersSo to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,That givers of such gifts as mine are, mustBe 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 Quote Link to comment
BlackWizard Posted April 19, 2006 Share Posted April 19, 2006 Hindi ko na alam kung sino na ngayonHindi ko na alam kung nasaan na ngayonParang buhanging dumulas sa palad ko ang panahonAng bukas at kahapo'y iisa sa isip kong litong-lito... Hindi ko na alam kung sino na ngayonKung wala sa piling mo ay sino na ngayonYakapin mong anong higpit, hanggang tuluyang mahimbingAling 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 Quote Link to comment
philos Posted April 19, 2006 Share Posted April 19, 2006 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. Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted April 21, 2006 Share Posted April 21, 2006 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 meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher 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. Quote Link to comment
wuss Posted April 21, 2006 Share Posted April 21, 2006 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. Quote Link to comment
Guest lemon Posted May 10, 2006 Share Posted May 10, 2006 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 disenchantmentit 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! Quote Link to comment
sam spade Posted May 17, 2006 Share Posted May 17, 2006 not really a poetry lover...but for whatever reason...what enters my mind now is this.... O (name of person) kong nilalangitNilalangaw pati puwitSa gabi ika'y isang talaSa umaga mata mo'y puro mutaSa kagandahan mo ako'y sasambaSa utot mo ako'y tutumbaO (name of person) kong nilalangitNilalangaw 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 Quote Link to comment
sam spade Posted May 22, 2006 Share Posted May 22, 2006 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. ================================================================== 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. Quote Link to comment
havagut Posted May 23, 2006 Share Posted May 23, 2006 In a Station of the Metroby 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 Quote Link to comment
DomPerignom Posted May 29, 2006 Share Posted May 29, 2006 "The Man With The Hoe" by: Edwin Markham Quote Link to comment
spishoxxx Posted June 8, 2006 Share Posted June 8, 2006 Dreams of Darkness I see demonic shadows,floating in the darkness,waiting me to fall a sleep,searching a moment of my weakness... Shadows of death,inside my head,this outstanding pain,in my brain... Flames of hellfire,in my eyes,smell of death,in my nose... Molten seas of hell,this demonic smell,someone is casting a dark spell,holding me in the hell... Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted June 8, 2006 Share Posted June 8, 2006 Blessed be the day, the month, the yearthe season, the time, the hour, the instantthe moment and the place where Iwas struck by those two lovely eyes that bound me; and blessed be the first sweet agonyI felt when I found myself bound to love,the bow and all the arrows that have pierced me,the wounds that reach the bottom of my heart. and blessed be all the poetryI scattered calling out my lady's name,and all the sighs, and tears, and the desire; blessed be all the paper upon whichI earn her fame, and every thought of mine,only of her, and shared with no one else. And he loved her so ... 6:12:05, twice as much. :heart: Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted June 10, 2006 Share Posted June 10, 2006 graces that heaven's bounty gives to tew:a rare virtue not found in humankind,under blond hair a wise and ripened mind,and in a humble woman beauty true;a loveliness unique in excellence,and the singing that one hears in the heart,the heavenly gait, the dear and ardent sensethat breaks the hardest, curbs the highest art;the eyes that every heart can petrify,puissant to lighten darkness, the abyss,and to steal souls from bodies where they stormed;and the speech full of reasons pure and high,with the sighs sweetly broken for my bliss:by these magicians i have been transformed. s213. as always, mask on but delighted to see you... then again this was public. Quote Link to comment
laging_nagmamahal Posted June 20, 2006 Share Posted June 20, 2006 "There Are Too Many Saviours On My Cross" There are too many saviours on my crosslending their blood to flood out my ballot-boxwith needs of their own. Who put you there? Who told you that that was your place? You carry me secretly naked in your hearts, and clothe me publicly in armour, saying"God is on our side,"Yet I openly cry"Who is on My side? Who, tell Me who?You who buried your sons and crippled your fatherswhilst you buried My Father in crippling His Son." The antiquated Saxon sword, rusty in its scabbard of time,now rises.You gave it cause in My name, bringing shame to the thorned head that once bled for your salvation.I hear your cries in the far-off byways, and your mouth pointing north and south, and my Calvary looms again, desperate in rebirth.Your earth is partitioned but in contrition it is the partition in your hearts that you must abolish. You nightly watchers of Gethsemane, who sat through my nightly trial delivering me from evil,now, deserted, I watch you share your silver.Your purse, rich in hate, bleeds my veins of love,shattering my bone in the dust of the Boxside and the Shaghill Road. There is no issue stronger than the tissue of love,no need as holy as the palm outstretched in the run of generosity, no monstrosity greater than the anger you inflict. Who gave you the right to increase your fold whiledecreasing the pastures of My flock?Who gave you the right? Who gave it to you, who?and in whose name do you fight? I am not in heaven,I am here, hear Me.I am with you, see Me,I am in you, feel Me,I am of you, be Me,I am for you, need Me.I am all mankind, only through kindness will you reach Me. What masked and bannered men can rock the ark and navigate a course to their own anointed kingdom come?Who sailed their captain to waters that they troubled in My font, sinking in the ignorant seas of prejudice? There is no virgin willing to conceive in the heat of any bloody Sunday.You children, lying in cries on Derry streets, pushing your innocence into the full-flushed face of Christian guns,battling the blame on each other,Do not grow tongues in your dying dumb wounds speaking My name.I am not your prize in your death,you have exorcised Me in your game of politics. Go home to your knees, and worship Me in any cloth, for I was never tailor-made.And who told you I was? Who gave you the right to think it?Take your beads in your crippled hands.Can you count My decades?Take My love in your crippled hearts.Can you count the loss? I am not orange, I am not green,I am a half-ripe fruit, needing both colors to grow into ripeness,and shame on you to have withered my orchard!I, in my poverty, alone and without trust, cry shame on you and shame on you again and againfor converting Me into a bullet and shooting Me into men's hearts. The ageless legend of My trial grows old, and the youth of your pulse,staggering shamelessly from barricade to grave, filing in the book of history My needless death one April,Let Me in My betrayal lie low in My grave, and you in your bitterness lie low in yours,for our measurements grow strangely dissimilar. Our Father, who art in Heaven, sullied be Thy Name! Quote Link to comment
sweetie Posted July 1, 2006 Share Posted July 1, 2006 Love is so very specialYet can make you feel so lostIt can arrive just like the springtimeAnd melt away like morning frost You must find ways to nurtureAlways grow your love with careNever ever take for grantedThe love that you both share Mistakes are bound to happenYou may hurt each other's heartYet don't give up to easilyIt will tear your love apart Love resembles a bright flameThat lights a dark starry nightNever ever let this flame burn downRekindle with all your might Take a moment every dayLook deep into each other's eyesNever hesitate to show affectionSmall gestures will keep a love alive Talk openly about your feelingsTake time to show that you careTreasure each and every momentBecause to find true love is rare Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted July 1, 2006 Share Posted July 1, 2006 Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight,love's lashed and insatiable essences,sodden with fragrance,the lemon tree's yellow emerges,the lemons move down from the tree's planetarium Delicate merchandise!The harbors are big with it-bazaars for the light and the barbarous gold.We open the halves of a miracle,and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions:creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive:so the freshness lives on in a lemon,in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,the proportions, arcane and acerb. Cutting the lemon the knife leaves a little cathedral:alcoves unguessed by the eye that openacidulous glass to the light; topazesriding the droplets, altars,aromatic facades. So, while the hand holds the cut of the lemon,half a world on a trencher,the gold of the universe wells to your touch:a cup yellow with miracles,a breast and a nipple perfuming the earth;a flashing made fruitage,the diminutive fire of a planet. Pablo Neruda. Ya think? Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted July 2, 2006 Share Posted July 2, 2006 Our love is like a simple wildflower,budding from a tiny scattered seed,Carried by an aimless wandering wind,having but a single chance to be. Loneliness floats on a restless breeze,two empty lives search for a home.Crossing paths at a moment in time,seeking love that can’t exist alone. Needing one another to be whole,restless souls together reaching out.Driven by a thirst for something more,nurtured by love without doubt. Blossoming like the rose, love thrives,its passion like the gentle summer shower.Creating untold beauty as it blooms,our love is like a simple wildflower. http://mi5.bpcdn.us/ggg0/loveisblue.gif Quote Link to comment
naked_angel Posted July 5, 2006 Share Posted July 5, 2006 Stars have a special gleam, a twinkle about them.Only to be seen from your safe distance.Galaxies away, they are gods of the universe.Immortal and beautiful. I tried to count all the stars in the universe.Only to realize my ignorance.That infinity cannot be totaled. I tried to write about them.But enigma of that kind can never be words.We may try, but we will always fail. And maybe that's the point.That I can say that.I tried to write about these gods.And I failed.And I'm supposed to see the beauty in that failure.Failure to write about the stars. But with a newfound thirst for stardust.A heady objection to failure.And just maybe.For a fear that.After passing up opportunities.During The First and The Second.I may not outlive them this time. So now, in The Third Big Bang.I can now proudly say.I went star-hopping.For the first time. *** I first came to a constellation.Shaped like a heart, with a small crack. But I soon realized that these are silly gods.And from that point I decided.To call them plainly as stars. These stars.Kept on moving away from each and each.Their respective gravities chose to repel.And caused the small crack to open wider.Wider, bigger, and in danger of breaking apart.For reasons shocking and mysterious.Mysterious, and no longer enigmatic. Silly gods, indeed. *** Indeed.Stars have a special gleam, a twinkle about them.Only to be seen from your safe distance.Galaxies away, they are gods of the universe.Immortal and beautiful.But they burn you up close. There are billions and billions.Out there, so infinite of them.And you.It is you who burns the most. -p.medina Quote Link to comment
bluegreen717 Posted July 5, 2006 Share Posted July 5, 2006 Puedo escribir -Pablo Neruda Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.' El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito. Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. Oir la noche inmensa, más inmnesa sin ella.Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío. Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guadarla.La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo. Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo. La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído. De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo. Quote Link to comment
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