What Poetry Moved You?

[wetkisses_mwaah]

his words, his touch, his kisses..lingers. very dangerous..

 

Thursday

 

The half light strayed into the room.

Like invited visitors,

They play with your body

Like water on peebles in the shore,

Embracing,

And tracing the curves,

Feeling the softness,

Like my fingers

On the shoreline of your skin.

 

I searched for words in the half darkness,

But I found none.

The bedsheet is crumpled.

And our clothes are on the floor.

Yet somewhere in the mess lies a play of words

That I can only write while asleep.

Or when I am rubbing my body

Against ur embrace.

The lights dimmed.

The doors closed.

Two bodies interlock in an embrace.

 

And somewhere in my mind

A poem begins to write itself.

 

by DigiKapre

[lemon]

to a young girl

by w.b. yeats

 

my dear, my dear, i know

more than another

what makes your heart beat so;

not even your own mother

can know it as i know,

who broke my heart for her

when the wild thought,

that she denies

and has forgot,

set all her blood astir

and glittered in her eyes.

 

:heart:

[lemon]

my beloved is mine

francis quarles

 

ev'n like two little bank divided brooks

that wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,

and having ranged and searched a thousand nooks

meet both at length at silver breasted thames

where in a greater current they conjoin,

so i my best beloved's am,

so he is mine!

 

ev'n so we met and after long pursuit

ev'n so we joined. we both became entire.

no need for either to renew a suit

for i was flax, and he was flames of fire.

our firm united souls did more than twine.

so i my best beloved's am,

so he is mine.

 

if all those glittering monarchs, that command

the servile quarters of this earthly ball

should tender in exchange their shares of land

i would not change my fortunes for them all;

their wealth is but a counter to my coin:

the world's but theirs;

but my beloved's mine.

 

nor time, nor place, nor chance, nor death

can bow my least desires unto the least remove.

he's firmly mine by oath, i his by vow.

he's mine by faith and i am his by love,

he's mine by water, I am his by wine:

thus i my best beloved's am,

thus he is mine.

 

he is my altar, i his holy place,

i am his guest and he my living food.

i'm his by penitence, he mine by grace,

i'm his by purchase, he is mine by blood.

he's my supporting elm and i his vine:

thus i my best beloved's am,

thus he is mine.

 

he gives me wealth: i give him all my vows:

i give him songs, he gives me length of days.

with wreaths of grace he crowns my longing brows

and i his temples with a crown of praise,

which he accepts: an everlasting sign

that i my best beloved's am,

that he is mine.

 

pienso que el poema es más hermoso en su forma completa.

[naked_angel]

sonnets from the portuguese

xxxviii. first time he kissed me, he but only kissed

elizabeth barrett browning

 

first time he kissed me, he but only kissed

the fingers of this hand wherewith i write;

and ever since, it grew more clean and white.

slow to world-greetings, quick with its "O, list,"

when the angels speak. a ring of amethyst

i could not wear here, plainer to my sight,

than that first kiss. the second passed in height

the first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,

half falling on the hair. o beyond meed!

that was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,

with sanctifying sweetness, did precede

the third upon my lips was folded down

in perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,

i have been proud and said, "my love, my own."

[melancholic]

Mere Me

by Me

 

 

 

In the darkness you shine

Glorious and Sublime

In silence you sing

Melodies of glittering

 

In your lofty pedestal I gaze in awe

Wishing, hoping, but me, you never saw

May I reach you? May I touch you? May I see more of your beauty?

Mere dreams, Mere wish, Mere me

 

Oh what distance fate has placed between you and me

You’re a star of the heavens, I’m a dust of the earth

Can you see me? Can you hear me? I’m nothing but dirt

Mere chance, Mere love, Mere me

 

My world stops as you walk by

I can stay forever under the spell of your smile

Dreaming to fly but living in dire

I will stare up to you in an eternal while

 

Mere me, the naught, accept what life has wrote

Keep on dreaming, don’t stop wishing

Behold above, the star you love

Unreachable, Unbearable, Unforgettable

[Guest bleeding_angel]

when i was in high school, this was my favorite poem. it's called the psalm of life by henry wadsworth longfellow...

 

A PSALM OF LIFE

 

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream ! —

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

 

Life is real ! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal ;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way ;

But to act, that each to-morrow

Find us farther than to-day.

 

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

 

In the world's broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle !

Be a hero in the strife !

 

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !

Let the dead Past bury its dead !

Act,— act in the living Present !

Heart within, and God o'erhead !

 

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time ;

 

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

 

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate ;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.

[Guest bleeding_angel]

somewhere i have never travelled

by e e cummings

 

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

 

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

 

or if your wish be to close me,i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

 

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

 

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

[Guest bleeding_angel]

one of the saddest and most beautiful poetry dedicated to a loved one...

 

Annabel Lee

by Edgar Allan Poe

 

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.

 

*I* was a child and *she* 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, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen 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 the cloud by night,

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 feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

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

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

In the sepulchre there by the sea--

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

[Guest bleeding_angel]

one of my favorite verses from shakespeare

 

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,

dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with

the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject

to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means,

warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer

as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us,

do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.

If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?

Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his

sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge.

The villainy you teach me, I will execute,

and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

 

Act III, scene I

Merchant of Venice

[Candice]

Walk With Me

by Munda

 

Walk with me, the path of life,

to explore every bend of the road

Enjoy with me the beauty of life,

along its wonderful way

 

Find comfort with me, in each other's arms,

when grief crosses our path

Find strength with me, in each other's strength,

when despair lies in wait

 

Laugh with me, a single true laugh,

to enlighten another's distress

Cry with me, a single true tear,

to understand true happiness

 

Cherish with me, the wonders of life,

as they need to be preserved

Rejoice with me, in the mysteries,

of what is yet to be

 

Find peace with me, in each other's souls,

when the world has gone insane

Find love with me, in each other's hearts,

until this life has been fulfilled

 

And when the path comes to an end

I hope we can say from within

We've known the beauty of true love,

our love came from within

[Candice]

Things I Love About You

by Anthony West

 

 

Your eyes

which first held me captivated

where I stood.

 

Your smile

to dazzle the sun

and warm every corner of my soul.

 

Your voice

like a sparkling mountain stream

which flows into my heart.

 

Your walk

and the way your gracefulness

takes my breath away.

 

Your hair

about which I dreamed

cascading into my face

as you leaned over me.

 

Your hands

whose caress I crave

to hold my face

in their tenderness.

 

Your arms

I long to have around my neck

as you pull me close

to your warmth.

 

Most of all

everything you are

changed the way I feel about my life.

 

I love you.

[naked_angel]

angel!: if there were a place that we didn’t know of, and there,

on some unsayable carpet, lovers displayed

what they could never bring to mastery here—the bold

exploits of their high-flying hearts,

their towers of pleasure, their ladders

that have long since been standing where there was no ground,

leaning

just on each other, trembling,—and could master all this,

before the surrounding spectators, the innumerable soundless dead:

Would these, then, throw down their final, forever saved-up,

forever hidden, unknown to us, eternally valid

coins of happiness before the at last

genuinely smiling pair on the gratified

carpet?

 

-the fifth duino elegy, rainer maria rilke

[iamsound]

dong abay of yano and pan is one of the greatest pinoy poets! you may also check on ebe dancel's (sugarfree) writings. this is modern pinoy poetry at it's finest!

[iwalkalone]

And now I must surrender what is gone

 

 

 

I swear the stars spelt out your name tonight,

Maybe I was just praying that's what Id see,

The moon, it stared upon me last night,

She convinced me this is how it has to be.

 

I swear I saw your face in the clouds today,

Drifting ahead of my closed dreaming eyes,

The wind blew threw the white puffs above,

I soon realized the clouds had lied,

 

I swear I heard you in the dead of night,

When I laid in my midnight tomb.

But I didn't hear your laugh or your voice,

Just the silence that was left in your room,

 

I swear Im swearing on everything I see,

But that's not getting me that far,

Im praying on the sky you'd be at home,

I swear Im wishing on every star,

 

I miss your smile, your laugh, just you,

Im missing you more than Id show,

Im trying to hide this loneliness I feel,

So this pain no one will ever have to know,

 

 

So I swear Ill stop swearing and Ill pray on that too,

I just don't want to be let down again,

My hope will stay strong, for as long as you're gone,

For now these words are all I can send.

[Karma Policeman]

If you're looking for great poems by the Best classical and contemporary poets, try this site: http://plagiarist.com/

 

Anyway here's something from Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

 

Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning

 

There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight

Beyond the ledges of concrete

restaurants fall into dreams

with candlelight couples

Lost Alexandria still burns

in a billion lightbulbs

Lives cross lives

idling at stoplights

Beyond the cloverleaf turnoffs

'Souls eat souls in the general emptiness'

A piano concerto comes out a kitchen window

A yogi speaks at Ojai

'It's all taking pace in one mind'

On the lawn among the trees

lovers are listening

for the master to tell them they are one

with the universe

Eyes smell flowers and become them

There's a deathless hush

on the freeway tonight

as a Pacific tidal wave a mile high

sweeps in

Los Angeles breathes its last gas

and sinks into the sea like the Titanic all lights lit

Nine minutes later Willa Cather's Nebraska

sinks with it

The sea comes over in Utah

Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles

Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere

An orchestra onstage in Omaha

keeps on playing Handel's Water Music

Horns fill with water

ans bass players float away on their instruments

clutching them like lovers horizontal

Chicago's Loop becomes a rollercoaster

Skyscrapers filled like water glasses

Great Lakes mixed with Buddhist brine

Great Books watered down in Evanston

Milwaukee beer topped with sea foam

Beau Fleuve of Buffalo suddenly become salt

Manhatten Island swept clean in sixteen seconds

buried masts of Amsterdam arise

as the great wave sweeps on Eastward

to wash away over-age Camembert Europe

manhatta steaming in sea-vines

the washed land awakes again to wilderness

the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets

a cry of seabirds high over

in empty eternity

as the Hudson retakes its thickets

and Indians reclaim their canoes