What Poetry Moved You?

[willow_boy]

These are my fingerprints

Tiny and small,

To place in your books

Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.

They are here to remind you

The whole year through,

That you're the best Dad

And I love you.

 

*Poetry on a bookmark my little boy gave to me.

Edited June 30, 2007 by willow_boy

[chiquezee]

Millions to fight compell'd, to fight or die

In mangled heaps on War's red altar lie . . .

When the legal murders swell the lists of pride;

When glory's views the titled idiot guide

 

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

[mismo]

half a league, half a league,

half a league forward,

into the valley of death

rode the six hundred

[chiquezee]

I Am Not Yours

 

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.

[dunhill_lights]

pablo neruda's works...but i was so touched by his tonight i can write the saddest lines

[willow_boy]

"Love transcends mortality."

 

* - From you.

[revi]

A CREED TO LIVE BY

Nancye Sims

 

Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,

It is because we are different that each of us is special.

 

Don't set your goals by what other people deem important.

Only you know what is best for you.

 

Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart.

Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life

is meaningless.

 

Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past

or for your future.

By living your life one day at a time, you will live all the days

of your life.

 

Don't give up when you still have something to give.

Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

 

Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.

It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other.

 

Don't be afraid to encounter risks.

It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

 

Don't shut love out of your life by saying its impossible to find.

The quickest way to recieve love is to give love; the fastest way to lose

love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give

it wings.

 

Don't dismiss your dreams.

To be without dreams is to be without hope;

to be without hope is to be without purpose..

 

Don't run though life so fast that your forget

not only where you've been, but also where you are going.

Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored

each step of the way..

[Guest freyja]

You Fit Into Me - Margaret Atwood

 

you fit into me

like a hook into an eye

 

a fish hook

an open eye

[Wyld]

This particular piece of children's poetry was the first poem I ever liked... It still gives me comfort until now, especially during the rare times when sleep eludes me.

 

Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Eugene Field

 

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe---

Sailed on a river of crystal light,

Into a sea of dew.

"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"

The old moon asked the three.

"We have come to fish for the herring fish

That live in this beautiful sea;

Nets of silver and gold have we!"

Said Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

 

The old moon laughed and sang a song,

As they rocked in the wooden shoe,

And the wind that sped them all night long

Ruffled the waves of dew.

The little stars were the herring fish

That lived in that beautiful sea---

"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---

Never afeard are we";

So cried the stars to the fishermen three:

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

 

All night long their nets they threw

To the stars in the twinkling foam---

Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,

Bringing the fishermen home;

'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed

As if it could not be,

And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed

Of sailing that beautiful sea---

But I shall name you the fishermen three:

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

 

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,

And Nod is a little head,

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies

Is a wee one's trundle-bed.

So shut your eyes while mother sings

Of wonderful sights that be,

And you shall see the beautiful things

As you rock in the misty sea,

Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

 

 

:sleepysmiley03:

[Guest freyja]

Beyond Forgetting

Rolando Carbonell

 

For a moment I thought I could forget you.

For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me. How wrong I was!

 

For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me—of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions—that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you.

 

Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?

 

I have wanted to be alone.

I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song...And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once happy world such as ours?

 

I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.

 

I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?

 

You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps, you didn’t understand...

 

Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood....until you come to me again.

 

For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone...

[Adam_H]

Daydream Delusion

David Jewel

 

Daydream delusion,

Limousine eyelash,

Oh baby with your pretty face

Drop a tear in my wineglass

Look at those big eyes

See what you mean to me

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes

I’m a delusion angel

I’m a fantasy parade

I want you to know what I think

Don’t want you to guess anymore

You have no idea where I came from

We have no idea where we’re going

Latched in life

Like branches in a river

Flowing downstream

Caught in the current

I’ll carry you

You’ll carry me

That’s how it could be

Don’t you know me?

Don’t you know me by now?

[Guest freyja]

Hatred

Gwedolyn Bennett

 

I shall hate you

Like a dart of singing steel

Shot through still air

At even-tide.

Or solemnly

As pines are sober

When they stand etched

Against the sky.

Hating you shall be a game

Played with cool hands

And slim fingers.

Your heart will yearn

For the lonely splendor

Of the pine tree;

While rekindled fires

In my eyes

Shall wound you like swift arrows.

Memory will lay its hands

Upon your breast

And you will understand

My hatred.

[dix]

Talk Dirty to Me

by Poison

 

You know I never

I never seen you look so good

You never act the way you should

But I like it

And I know you like it too

The way that I want you

I gotta have you

Oh yes, I do

 

You know I never

I never ever stay out late

You know that I can hardly wait

Just to see you

And I know you cannot wait

Wait to see me too

I gotta touch you

 

Chorus:

Cause baby well be

At the drive-in

In the old mans ford

Behind the bushes

Till Im screamin for more

Down the basement

Lock the cellar door

And baby

Talk dirty to me

 

You know I call you

I call you on the telephone

Im only hoping that youre home

So I can hear you

When you say those words to me

And whisper so softly

I gotta hear you

 

Chorus

 

C.c. pick up that guitar and talk to me

 

Solo, chorus out

[lovejones]

Here's a popular poem that my highschool coach read to our team after losing the Table Tennis championship against Xavier. Though our team lost a heartbreaker, we left the building "bloodied but unbowed."

 

Here's my main man, Brit poet William Ernest Henley with "Invictus."

 

 

INVICTUS

 

Out of the night that covers me

Black as the Pit from pole to pole

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul

 

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced or cried aloud

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

 

It matters not how strait the gate

How charged with punishments the scroll

 

I am the master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul

 

 

 

 

 

Damn!!!

[RPinay]

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled

 

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 skillfully, 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 preceive in this world equals

the power of you 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

 

 

:flowers: