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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