What Poetry Moved You?

[iwalkalone]

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

Sir John Suckling

(1606-1642)

 

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

Prithee, why so pale?--

Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ail prevail?

Prithee, why so pale?

 

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?

Prithee, why so mute?--

Will, when speaking well can't win her,

Saying nothing do't?

Prithee, why so mute?

 

Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move,

This cannot take her--

If of herself she will not love,

Nothing can make her:

The Devil take her!

[the_black_cat]

1849

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 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 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 lie 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.

[TX]

Desiderata

 

poem ba yun? hehe

[denimhead]

timeshare

 

“just

let me have the pussy once a week.

and you can have it

the rest of the time.“

 

- beau sia

[Wyld]

 

The Song of Despair

Pablo Neruda

 

You swallowed everything, like distance.

Like the sea, like time.

In you everything sank!

It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.

The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.

Pilot's dread, fury of a blind diver,

turbulent drunkenness of love,

in you everything sank!

 

 

[melancholic]

Anonymous Coward

by: Melancholic

Based on "Mere Me"

 

Angel of Dazzling Beauty

Shine forth beyond eternity

You wake my deepest inspiration

Only to show me my hopeless aspiration

 

Anonymously Coward that I am

Writing this stupid poem

But I can't help but wonder

How everything would be different if you know

 

I can't leave this affection stay hidden and unheard

You're the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth

Yet I know you're far as a star lightyears away

I will just leave everything to what fate shall say

 

Mere me, the Anonymous Coward

How I wish I could fly upward

Dreaming, Wishing, Dreaming, Wishing

Closer and closer, to hear you sing

 

Unreachable and Impossible as you are, yet I'm grateful

To have seen a Star, a Jewel most beautiful

Just keep on smiling and shine over my world

And I'll be happy to live in a tale untold

[extrarice3]

Post-Mortem On Our Love

Neil Gaiman

 

I've been dissecting all the letters that you sent me,

slicing through them looking for the real you

cutting through the fat and gristle of each torturous epistle

trying to work out what to do

 

I've laid the presents that you gave me out upon the floor

A book with pages missing, and a bottle, and a glove.

Now outside it's chilly autumn, I'm conducting a post-mortem

On our love.

 

I'm conducting a post-mortem on our love.

An autopsy to find out what went wrong.

I know it died.

I just don't know how, or why.

Maybe its heart stopped.

 

There's an eyeball in a bottle staring sadly at the morgue

There's a white line on the sidewalk silhouetting where it fell

In the dark I am inspecting all the angles of trajectory

Of Hell.

 

Was it suicide, or murder, or an accident, or what?

Though I cut and slice and saw and hack it won't come back to life

And I'm severing the label of each organ on the table

With a knife...

 

I'm conducting a post-mortem on our love.

An autopsy to find out what went wrong.

I know it died.

I just don't know how, or why.

Maybe its heart stopped.

[naked_angel]

sonnet XXV

 

before loved you, Love, nothing was my own;

i wavered through the streets, among objects:

nothing mattered or had a name:

the world was made of air, which waited.

 

i knew rooms full of ashes,

tunnels where the moon lived,

rough warehouses that growledget lost,

questions that insisted in the sand.

 

sverything was empty, dead, mute,

fallen, abandoned, and decayed:

inconceivably alien, it all

 

belonged to someone else-to no one:

till your beauty and your poverty

filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

[melancholic]

Melancholic

by Melancholic

 

Darkness embrace me with melancholy

As I dwell in my hopeless fantasy

Dreaming to be with you through eternity

Only with you I can truly be happy

 

Your beauty I worship more than anything else

Yet it is also the cause of my hopelessness

I can only wish you get what you deserve

Because me with you would be very absurd

 

I thank the nights when reality is silent

So I can be with you in worlds nonexistent

There with you eternally

Yes I know I am crazy

 

A fool I am to think of chance

A chance to touch and hold your hands

A chance to be in your sweet embrace

And forever see your pretty face

[melancholic]

I dream too much. My outlet are these poems. All the poems I've posted so far is for my one true "crush", the girl of my dreams. I want to pour all my feelings as Edgar Allan Poe did in writing Annabel Lee.

 

Carla Kae

by Melancholic

 

She walks in radiance, shining in gorgeous array

The beautiful Miss Carla Kae

Never failing to catch the eyes of everyone

Never failing to charm the hearts of every man

 

Never close my eyes or else I may

Miss the smile of Miss Carla Kae

A sight that no one would ever forget

If I miss it I may forever regret

 

And who would prove I'm wrong when I say

The most angelic voice belongs to Carla Kae

When she sings I'm left mesmerized

Giving me dreams that are left unrealized

 

And to what can you compare if you may

The dazzling eyes of Miss Carla Kae

Words are not enough to describe their beauty

And the spell that they cast is a mystery

 

And how can I describe her whole body

Without being mistaken as profanity

She is the Creator's artful masterpiece

An emblem of perfection and flawless creation

 

Such a beauty I do not deserve

If I am to have her, only I would be served

But I hope foolishly to what fate shall say

Will I cross paths with Miss Carla Kae?

Edited May 9, 2007 by melancholic

[Guest bleeding_angel]

"I Am Not Yours"

-Sara Teasdale

 

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

 

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

 

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

[phoenix101]

Where Sadness Comes From

 

 

Don't go back to say it came from way

back when. It did, it did, but now.

 

When you said did just now did you feel

a little dip, a curtsey in

 

the middle of the word, almost

another syllable but

 

not quite? We like to say a word,

a single word can make us feel.

 

There, there it is again, this time

a falling down at the end of feel.

 

You feel it, how that little sound

goes dropping down and hangs alone.

 

I'm here to tell you I come from

a place where hanging used to happen:

 

it happened in the trees, by God,

it happens even now in air,

 

the air the mouth lets loose; I hear

a hanging all the time. It leaves

 

a sadness in the voice; we speak,

and wait for history to catch up

 

with us. It's slow, but then, that lets

you hear it coming; you hear it now

 

before you speak, that sadness in

your voice, the part of you that wants

 

to last, to hang or dip, to hold

the word for just a little more—

 

my people, this is an elegy

to you, the sadness in your voice.

 

 

 

Maurice Manning

[phoenix101]

My Kindred Spirit

by Babycakes

My kindred spirit,

Do you doubt we’ll share,

A love transcendent,

And truly rare?

 

Our souls dominion;

Will give us no choice.

Time will stand still,

When I hear your voice.

 

If fate has its way

Your eyes will meet mine,

Lost in forever

We’ll travel past time.

 

Then, long awaited

Our hands will touch;

Mine, fragile, soft,

Yours warm and rough.

 

No thoughts will break,

Or suspend our dance.

When our souls meet,

We’ll be left to chance.

 

A force of nature,

Destiny shall ordain.

Our will cast aside,

Released from the pain.

 

To each other's center,

We will be led,

Seduction upon us,

Our hungers fed.

 

My heart, for you only,

My flesh will surrender,

Respond to your warmth,

To your touch, so tender.

 

A coveted encounter,

Fulfilled at long last,

We’ll know from then on,

If this will just pass.

 

The danger for us,

Will be revealed then -

What might be our future,

Are we lovers or friends?

[Cucho]

Ramon Sampedro - Mar Adentro

(From the book Letters from hell)

Out to sea. Out to sea,

and in the weightlessness of the deep

where dreams come true,

two souls unite to fulfill a single wish.

 

Your gaze and mine, over and over like an echo,

repeating silently: "Deeper, and deeper,"

beyond everything that is flesh and blood.

But I always awaken and I always wish for death,

my lips forever entangled in your hair.

 

A few years ago they made a movie about Ramon Sampedro's tragic life. The movie (Mar Adentro - The sea inside) won 1 oscar and i strongly recommend it!

[tororista]

Isla del Fuego

by Ruel S. De Vera

 

Burning in the fiction

of affection, we lie

sprawled and separate

on the satin of sand,

 

with only your stranded

silence spanning

this damp distance

between us.

 

It is your incandescent

fear of touch that keeps us

constantly apart

like shoreline and sea.

 

You are afraid that, once joined,

we can no longer be sundered,

can no longer tell who is who,

what is what, whose is whose.

 

But even now,

the mangrove finds

the milling shadows melded

into its many limbs.

 

Already this sky, stained saffron

by sunset, decants the last light

of this naked night's coupling

with the afternoon.

 

So leave your fear

to be washed away

by the waterworn forgetfulness

of flotsam and sand,

 

and discover that love,

like embers of fleeting fireflies,

can blot out

even the most careful of stars.