What Poetry Moved You?

[iwalkalone]

Eros and Psyche

 

 

i await

thru the dying night

your eternal shadow

that looms within no light

 

settling to the ivory

of your tampered embrace

i live with the satisfaction

of not seeing

but being

but feeling..

 

thru warm breezes

that occupy the mind

silent steps

of invisibility

i torment

i decline

 

for time i cannot wait

and time have consumed

this concurrent faith

an eon of separation

and the distance

one could not forbear

 

is this our veto?

is this our fate?

a reparation through time

that no one can dictate?

 

and so i search for your touch

through the sleep of death

that Olympus had enough

they set you free

to bestow upon us

an awakening

celestially combined

 

with an endless beginning

that need not any word

just the presence,

just mere existence,

 

ceasless

 

evolving

 

immortal.

[mason_rod]

2 of my favorite poems from Alice in Wonderland By Lewis Caroll:

 

Jabberwocky

 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

 

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought--

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

 

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

 

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

 

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

 

The Crocodile

 

How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!

 

How cheerfully he seems to grin!

How neatly spread his claws,

And welcomes little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws!

[Y-ohhh-Y]

When Death Comes

by Mary Oliver

 

 

When death comes

like the hungry bear in autumn;

when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

 

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;

when death comes

like the measles-pox;

 

when death comes

like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

 

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:

what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

 

And therefore I look upon everything

as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,

and I look upon time as no more than an idea,

and I consider eternity as another possibility,

 

and I think of each life as a flower, as common

as a field daisy, and as singular,

 

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth

tending as all music does, toward silence,

 

and each body a lion of courage, and something

precious to the earth.

 

When it's over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

 

When it is over, I don't want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

 

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

 

 

(Note: Highlight, poster's own.)

[iwalkalone]

ODE TO MELANCHOLY"

by John Keats

 

NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist

Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;

Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd

By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;

Make not your rosary of yew-berries,

Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be

Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl

A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;

For shade to shade will come too drowsily,

And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

 

But when the melancholy fit shall fall

Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,

That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,

And hides the green hill in an April shroud;

Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,

Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,

Or on the wealth of globed peonies;

Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,

Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,

And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

 

She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die;

And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips

Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,

Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:

Ay, in the very temple of Delight

Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,

Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue

Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;

His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,

And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

 

 

*The allusions in this poem are as follows: Lethe, a river whose waters in Hades bring forgetfulness to the dead; nightshade and wolfsbane are poisonous herbs from which sedatives and opiates were extracted; Prosperine is the Queen of Hades; yew-berries are symbols of mourning which often grow in cemeteries; death-moth, beetle, downy owl et al. refers to the beetles, moths, and owls have been traditionally associated with darkness, death and burial - "Psyche" means "soul", sometimes symbolized by a moth that escapes the mouth in sleep or at death; and "She" in the beginning of the third stanza refers to the goddess Melancholy.

[RPinay]

My all time favorite...

 

 

Reluctance

 

Out through the fields and the woods

And over the walls I have wended;

I have climbed the hills of view

And looked at the world, and descended;

I have come by the highway home,

And lo, it is ended.

 

The leaves are all dead on the ground,

Save those that the oak is keeping

To ravel them one by one

And let them go scraping and creeping

Out over the crusted snow,

When others are sleeping.

 

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,

No longer blown hither and thither;

The last lone aster is gone;

The flowers of the witch hazel wither;

The heart is still aching to seek,

But the feet question "Whither?"

 

Ah, when to the heart of man

Was it ever less than a treason

To go with the drift of things,

To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end

Of a love or a season?

 

by Robert Frost

 

:mtc:

[iwalkalone]

SWEET DREAMS

 

 

He laid his sweet body

Next to mine.

Our legs, and our dreams,

Were intertwined

 

His arms around me

Were pressed,

And his heart lay

Against my breast.

 

The air he breathed

Was the breath I took.

We were lovers,

Like the ones in a book.

 

We two were one

Until the rising sun

Burned the dreams away,

And I faced another day - Alone.

[naked_angel]

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;

ihave spread my dreams under your feet;

tread softly because you tread on my dreams

 

W.B. Yeats

He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven

[RPinay]

I was kinda in love with a girl out of my league... I sent her this poem

 

When You Are Old

 

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

 

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true;

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

 

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

 

William Butler Yeats

:mtc:

[iwalkalone]

my countenance

-darkenchantress

 

if suddenly these sad havoc ceases

I would not know how to deal with life

I have been so used to all these torment

how would i keep my countenance?

 

Dakness is my lover...

My bittersweet romance

mischevously creeping in at night

carressing my blackened soul

 

the constant breaking of rock-hard bones--

my endless thrashing of earthy faces

dreams of sprawling on fire-blood floors

shrouded in blinding smokes

 

 

I don't want to let go...

He's all that i know....

Edited November 14, 2006 by iwalkalone

[maldita_overload]

i wrote this one. just wanted to share it

 

for jajan, and all the others that will follow

 

I'll be your sweet november

I'll pick up the broken pieces

I'll be your sweet november

and teach you to love again

 

come rest your daunted heart

into my open arms

because now your weary soul

won't need a good luck charm

 

let me take you to places

where you have never been

and let's unlock such secrets

no one else has ever seen

 

let me show you the beauty

that's hidden in your heart

until you see clearly

all that's in the dark

 

I'll help you stand up

and start your life anew

I'll push you into walking

'til you're running through and through

 

come the time that you don't need me

that's when I'll let you go

for now, I'm sweet november

and that's all there is to know

[iwalkalone]

A Night—there lay the Days between

Emily Dickinson

 

A Night—there lay the Days between—

The Day that was Before—

And Day that was Behind—were one—

And now—'twas Night—was here—

 

Slow—Night—that must be watched away—

As Grains upon a shore—

Too imperceptible to note—

Till it be night—no more—

 

The Battle fought between the Soul

Emily Dickinson

 

The Battle fought between the Soul

And No Man—is the One

Of all the Battles prevalent—

By far the Greater One—

 

No News of it is had abroad—

Its Bodiless Campaign

Establishes, and terminates—

Invisible—Unknown—

 

Nor History—record it—

As Legions of a Night

The Sunrise scatters—These endure—

Enact—and terminate—

Edited November 15, 2006 by iwalkalone

[dix]

Still as profound today as when I first heard it.............

 

the secret of life itself : Every Rose Has It's Thorn by Poison

 

We both lie silently still In the dead of the night.

Although we both lie close together

We feel miles apart inside

Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did

Did my words not come out right

Tho' I tried not to hurt you

Tho' I tried

But I guess that's why they say

 

 

Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn

 

Yea it does I listen to your favorite song

Playin' on the radio

Hear the DJ say love's a game of

Easy come and easy go

But I wonder does he know

Has he ever felt like this

And I know you'd be here right now

If I could have let you know somehow

I guess

 

Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn

 

Though it's been awhile now

I can still feel so much pain

Like a knife that cuts you

The wound heals, but the scar,

That scar remains

 

 

I know I could have saved our love that night

If I'd known what to say

Instead of makin' love

We both made our separate ways

Now I hear you've found somebody new

And that I never meant that much to you

To hear that tears me up inside

And to see you cuts me like a knife

 

Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn

[dix]

Another nugget of truth from the soul of the Troubadour/Poet Robert Plant and his comrades from Led Zeppelin, this is the guiding priciple of my life....

 

Black Dog

 

Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move

Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.

Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing

Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.

Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way

Watch your honey drip, cant keep away.

 

*ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah., ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah.

 

I gotta roll, cant stand still,

Got a flame in my heart, cant get my fill,

Eyes that shine burning red,

Dreams of you all thru my head.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

 

Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby,

Tell me what you do me now.

 

Didnt take too long fore I found out

What people mean my down and out.

Spent my money, took my car,

Started tellin her friends she wants to be a star.

I dont know but I been told

A big legged woman aint got no soul.

 

All I ask for when I pray,

Steady rollin woman gonna come my way.

Need a woman gonna hold my hand

And tell me no lies, make me a happy man.

[iwalkalone]

A Recipe For Suicide

 

 

Take lies and fears

And a pinch of regret and also

A little confusion and mistakes.

Put sickness and worry

And a cup full of betrayal

In an enormous cauldron of tears.

Mix with depression

And a touch of failure

Until tears rush down your face.

Throw in a miscarriage

And a lost love or two.

Then, broil in a broken heart

At one million degrees

Until overwhelmed with grief and sorrow.

You can tell it’s done

When you can stand no more pain.

Let stand until tired of the madness of the world.

Sprinkle on some jealousy

And serve with sadness and unrest.

Taste a touch of suicide.

[iwalkalone]

My love is lost..............

 

 

There is a pain in my heart

that brings tears in my eyes

I am sad because my love hurts me

My love, like a sky without clouds,

like a river without fishes and

like an ocean without waves

I am sad because my love left me alone

The stars are in the sky are not glittering

The moon in the sky is not sailing

The cool breeze is not touching me

I am sad because my love don't care for me

The truth always become lie

The love always become trouble

The understanding always become fail

I am sad because my love don't trust me

The thoughts in my mind become waste

The dreams in my heart cannot be fulfilled

The life in the world brings me an emptiness

I am sad because my love need me no more