Guest biancaanne Posted April 10, 2009 Share Posted April 10, 2009 I do but ask that you be always fair I do but ask that you be always fairThat I forever may continue kind;Knowing me what I am, you should not dareTo lapse from beauty ever, nor seek to bindMy alterable mood with lesser cords;Weeping and such soft matters must inviteTo further vagrancy; and bitter wordsChafe soon to irremediable flight,Wherefore I pray you if you love me dearly,Less dear to hold me than your own bright charms,Whence it may fall that until death, or nearly,I shall not move to struggle from your arms:Fade if you must,--I would but bid you beLike the sweet year, doing all things graciously.Edna St. Vincent Millay Quote Link to comment
yellowmoon Posted April 16, 2009 Share Posted April 16, 2009 Excerpt from Abt. Vogler by Robert Browning All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor powerWhose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by and by. And what is our failure here but a triumph’s evidence For the fullness of the days? Have we withered or agonized?Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? Why rushed the discords in, but that harmony should be prized?Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear, Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe:But God has a few of us whom He whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome: ’tis we musicians know. Well, it is earth with me; silence resumes her reign: I will be patient and proud, and soberly acquiesce.Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again, Sliding by semitones, till I sink to the minor, — yes,And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground, Surveying awhile the heights I rolled from into the deep;Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep. Quote Link to comment
RiverJordan Posted April 16, 2009 Share Posted April 16, 2009 (edited) this one moved me to tears. When your stomach starts a rollin'and you're cleaning out your colon:Diarrhea, diarrhea. When the feeling's not that niceand you have to flush it twice:Diarrhea, diarrhea. Edited April 16, 2009 by RiverJordan Quote Link to comment
youknowwhat Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 THE ROAD NOT TAKENRobert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fairAnd having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden blackOh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference. Quote Link to comment
youknowwhat Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 Filipino Classic (1897) SA TABI NG DAGATIldefonso Santos Marahang-marahangmanaog ka, Irog, at kata’y lalakad, maglulunoy katangpayapang-payapa sa tabi ng dagat; di na kailangangsapnan pa ang paang binalat-sibuyas, ang daliring garingat sakong na wari’y kinuyom na rosas! Manunulay kata,habang maaga pa, sa isang pilapil na nalalataganng damong may luha ng mga bituin; patiyad na tayoay maghahabulang simbilis ng hangin, nguni’t walang ingay,hangganq sa sumapit sa tiping buhangin... Pagdating sa tubig,mapapaurong kang parang nanginigmi, gaganyakin katasa nangaroroong mga lamang-lati: doon ay may tahong,talaba’t halaang kabigha-bighani, hindi kaya natinmapuno ang buslo bago tumanghali? Pagdadapit-haponkata’y magbabalik sa pinanggalingan, sugatan ang paaat sunog ang balat sa sikat ng araw... Talagang ganoon:Sa dagat man, irog, ng kaligayahan, lahat, pati pusoay naaagnas ding marahang-marahan... Quote Link to comment
Bogs26c4u Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 After a while – Veronica A. Shoffstall After a while you learnthe subtle difference betweenholding a hand and chaining a souland you learnthat love doesn’t mean leaningand company doesn’t always mean security.And you begin to learnthat kisses aren’t contractsand presents aren’t promisesand you begin to accept your defeatswith your head up and your eyes aheadwith the grace of woman, not the grief of a childand you learnto build all your roads on todaybecause tomorrow’s ground istoo uncertain for plansand futures have a way of falling downin mid-flight.After a while you learnthat even sunshine burnsif you get too muchso you plant your own gardenand decorate your own soulinstead of waiting for someoneto bring you flowers.And you learn that you really can endureyou really are strongyou really do have worthand you learnand you learnwith every goodbye, you learn… Quote Link to comment
ambidextrous00 Posted May 22, 2009 Share Posted May 22, 2009 (edited) im not big on poetry, but this one gets a thumbs up. came across this in high school, never forgot it since. SONNET 116 - william shakespeare let me not to the marriage of true mindsadmit impediments. love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,or bends with the remover to remove;o no! it is an ever fixed markthat looks on tempests and is never shaken;it is the star to every wandering bark,whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks.within his bending sickle's compass comelove alters not with his brief hours and weeksbut hears it out to the edge of doom if this be error and upon me proved i never writ, nor no man ever loved. Edited May 22, 2009 by ambidextrous00 Quote Link to comment
Jonas2085 Posted May 27, 2009 Share Posted May 27, 2009 Sonnet 17Pablo 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 in which there is no I or you so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close Quote Link to comment
Guest Lara Posted June 4, 2009 Share Posted June 4, 2009 same as above, sonnet xvii din esp these parts in bold: Sonnet XVII 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 bloomsbut 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
ButtChicKick Posted June 10, 2009 Share Posted June 10, 2009 SLOW DANCE(a poem written by a teenager with cancer) Have you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rainSlapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down.Don't dance so fast.Time is short.The music won't last. Do you run through each dayOn the fly?When you ask How are you?Do you hear the reply? When the day is doneDo you lie in your bedWith the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow downDon't dance so fast.Time is short.The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?And in your haste,Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch,Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi' You'd better slow down.Don't dance so fast.Time is short.The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhereYou miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day,It is like an unopened gift.....Thrown away. Life is not a race.Do take it slowerHear the musicBefore the song is over. Quote Link to comment
snakeyes1979 Posted June 18, 2009 Share Posted June 18, 2009 I choose to love you in silence For in my silence I find no rejection I choose to love you in my loneliness For in my loneliness, no one owns you but I, I choose to admire you from a distance ‘coz the distance shields us both from pain, I choose to imprison you in my thoughts For in my thoughts I give you freedom I choose to kiss you in the wind ‘coz the wind is more gentle than my lips, I choose to touch you only in my dreams For in my dreams, there is no end. Quote Link to comment
snakeyes1979 Posted June 18, 2009 Share Posted June 18, 2009 I came upon a rock one day, As among those hills I roamed And sat upon it and pondered Why some things have to be alone. Its granite face, its mossy folds, The lichen on its myriad holes, Tell me that time ravaged it so. That water has fallen and flowed, That he cold has bitten and the wind has gnawed, That the heat has come and all told Its face has become smoother---- And it was there alone…. I came upon some other rock, That erosion has torn from its place Upon the earth’s bosom; And this one was among many others Which were too doomed--- To a life rolling upon each other Down the abyss…. To hung forever upon the precipice, To move when the rain must fall, To constantly ramble till it has found A place to rest? And its face is so scratched, so gnarled, Not even moss or lichen upon it, Not even a flower to speak of --- All it has are cracks and splintered facets, To tell of the race --- Down the precipice…. Happiness is now a place where People want to go, Where the rocks would rest or water flow, And loneliness is not in being alone, It is in forever rolling on… Only to be identified with epochs and ages, With nothing to show for individuality’s sake, But people must forever go--- Down the prepice…. But the happy ones will be left up there, For happiness is being with yourself--- A loneliness is a crowd. Quote Link to comment
mwah Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 (edited) Build Me a SonGeneral Douglas A. MacArthur Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face him self when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory. Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be;a son who will know Thee- and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here, let him learn to stand up in the storm; here, let him team compassion for those who fall. Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goals will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past. And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived in vain." Edited July 1, 2009 by mwah Quote Link to comment
skull_leader Posted July 3, 2009 Share Posted July 3, 2009 (edited) Filipino Classic (1897) SA TABI NG DAGATIldefonso Santos Marahang-marahangmanaog ka, Irog, at kata’y lalakad, maglulunoy katangpayapang-payapa sa tabi ng dagat; di na kailangangsapnan pa ang paang binalat-sibuyas, ang daliring garingat sakong na wari’y kinuyom na rosas! Manunulay kata,habang maaga pa, sa isang pilapil na nalalataganng damong may luha ng mga bituin; patiyad na tayoay maghahabulang simbilis ng hangin, nguni’t walang ingay,hangganq sa sumapit sa tiping buhangin... Pagdating sa tubig,mapapaurong kang parang nanginigmi, gaganyakin katasa nangaroroong mga lamang-lati: doon ay may tahong,talaba’t halaang kabigha-bighani, hindi kaya natinmapuno ang buslo bago tumanghali? Pagdadapit-haponkata’y magbabalik sa pinanggalingan, sugatan ang paaat sunog ang balat sa sikat ng araw... Talagang ganoon:Sa dagat man, irog, ng kaligayahan, lahat, pati pusoay naaagnas ding marahang-marahan... I remember hearing this from the Pahina TV show in channel 2. Made me cry. Edited July 3, 2009 by skull_leader Quote Link to comment
Julianda Posted July 31, 2009 Share Posted July 31, 2009 I'm so touched about this poem by Mother Teresa... DO IT ANYWAY People are often unreasonable,illogical and self-centered;Forgive them anyway. If you are kind,people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;Be kind anyway. If you are successful,you will win some false friends and true enemies;Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank,people may cheat you;Be honest anyway. What you spend years building,someone could destroy overnight;Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness,they may be jealous;Be happy anyway. The good you do today,people will often forget tomorrow;Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have,and it may never be enough;Give the world the best you've got anyway. You see, in the final analysis,it is between you and God;It was never between you and them anyway. Mother Teresa1910-1997 Quote Link to comment
purrtypwincess Posted August 4, 2009 Share Posted August 4, 2009 This has always been an inspiration. Especially the last line... DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHTby Dylan Thomas Do 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 they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their 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 sight Blind 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
yellowmoon Posted August 5, 2009 Share Posted August 5, 2009 (edited) Life in a Bottle by Robert Browning Escape me?Never—Beloved!While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth,While the one eludes, must the other pursue.My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,And baffled, get up to begin again,— So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.While, look but once from your farthest bound, At me so deep in the dust and dark,No sooner the old hope drops to ground Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,I shape me—EverRemoved! Edited August 5, 2009 by yellowmoon Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted August 6, 2009 Share Posted August 6, 2009 an ode to hope not by the brilliance of the lightthat lit ablaze from reluctant fervor,not by the strength of will determined,that endured the bashing of constant tremor,not by the astute sense discerningof society's ills and obstacles amend,not by the boldness at the forefront,in spite of sparse reserves to contend. in you, we had all, indeed, you had all,although by what measure, some reserve.still it is the pureness of your soul,that people and nations love preserve.the grief of your loss, our tears befall,and diffidently, we take up your cause to cope.for in every heart that's worn and weary,it is you who have sowed the seeds of hope. this officially ends my cory mourning. http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/26/823162/voodoo2.jpg Quote Link to comment
chokenot Posted August 7, 2009 Share Posted August 7, 2009 l0ve hastes but is patientl0ve is dark my bel0ved 0necall t0 the deep and unc0nquered s0ulcall unt0 me and hear me c0me... Quote Link to comment
stickshift Posted August 27, 2009 Share Posted August 27, 2009 Bonsaiby: Edith Tiempo All that I loveI fold over onceAnd once againAnd keep in a boxOr a slit in a hollow postOr in my shoe. All that I love?Why, yes, but for the moment ---And for all time, both.Something that folds and keeps easy,Son’s note or Dad’s one gaudy tie,A roto picture of a young queen,A blue Indian shawl, evenA money bill. It’s utter sublimationA feat, this heart’s controlMoment to momentTo scale all love downTo a cupped hand’s size, Till seashells are broken piecesFrom God’s own bright teeth.And life and love are realThings you can run andBreathless hand overTo the merest child. Quote Link to comment
oropesa Posted December 30, 2009 Share Posted December 30, 2009 The rind (also called the skin) of the lemon is difficult to understand. It goes around itself in an oval quite unlike the orange which, as anyone can tell, is a fruit easily to be eaten. It can be crushed into all sorts of extracts which are still not lemons. Oranges have no such fate. They're pretty much the same as they were. Culls become frozen orange juice. The best oranges are eaten. It's the shape of the lemon, I guess that causes trouble. Its ovalness, its rind. This is where my love, somehow, stops. — Jack Spicer Quote Link to comment
staringatdsun Posted January 4, 2010 Share Posted January 4, 2010 not even the rain have such small hands --ee cummings Quote Link to comment
Itto Ogami Posted January 27, 2010 Share Posted January 27, 2010 The Gravestone Poem Quote Link to comment
pidginpoker Posted February 7, 2010 Share Posted February 7, 2010 wow poetry for poets in motion Quote Link to comment
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