X Posted July 5, 2006 Share Posted July 5, 2006 (edited) A thousand times I go astray A thousand times I care not No matter where I go or stay She's not the one I got A thousand times she haunts my dream A thousand times I awake And even though my eyes a-gleam My heart beats fast she makes... Edited July 5, 2006 by X Quote Link to comment
bluegreen717 Posted July 6, 2006 Share Posted July 6, 2006 Reluctance -Robert Frost Out through the fields and the woodsAnd over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of viewAnd looked at the world, and descended;I have come by the highway home,And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground,Save those that the oak is keepingTo ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow,When others are sleeping. And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,No longer blown hither and thither;The last lone aster is gone;The flowers of the witch hazel wither;The heart is still aching to seek,But the feet question "Whither?" Ah, when to the heart of manWas it ever less than a treasonTo go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason,And bow and accept the endOf a love or a season? Quote Link to comment
russ Posted July 7, 2006 Share Posted July 7, 2006 (edited) This anger is boiling.Festering inside me.It wants to erupt.But it will remain hidden.Away from prying eyes.Hidden deep within my heart.Away from everyone.Too many secrets.Painful memories.Lies.Betrayal.I won’t ever tell.No dealings.Just forget it.The anger will remain.But my face won’t show.My heart won’t tell.I’m fine.Perfectly fine... http://www.angelfire.com/darkside/poems/dark.html Edited July 7, 2006 by russ Quote Link to comment
jodi sta.ana Posted July 12, 2006 Share Posted July 12, 2006 If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son ---if, rudyard kipling Quote Link to comment
Y-ohhh-Y Posted July 13, 2006 Share Posted July 13, 2006 I love this piece... I simply love Rilke... :thumbsupsmiley: You who never arrivedby Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated by Stephen Mitchell You who never arrivedin my arms, Beloved, who were lostfrom the start,I don’t even know what songswould please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the nextmoment. All the immenseimages in me – the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,cities, towers, and bridges, and un-suspected turns in the path,and those powerful lands that were oncepulsing with the life of the gods –all rise within me to meanyou, who forever elude me. You, Beloved, who are allthe gardens I have ever gazed at,longing. An open windowin a country house – and you almoststepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon, --you had just walked down them and vanished.And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrorswere still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave backmy too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the samebird echoed through both of usyesterday, separate, in the evening… Quote Link to comment
pussycatdoll Posted July 13, 2006 Share Posted July 13, 2006 ahem sis, parang kakapost ko lang niyan sa mail box nung isang araw a. at para hindi off topic, will repost another poem that i posted in the mail box here. this is one of my all time favorites, and one that i feel embodies the sentiments of most women i know at the beginning of a relationship. enjoy! ++++++++++++++ Kung Ibig Mo Akong Makilalatula ni Ruth Elynia Mabanglo Kung ibig mo akong makilala,lampasan mo ang guhit ng mahugis na balat,ang titig kong dagat --yumayapos nang mahigpit sa bawat saglitng kahapon ko't bukas. Kung ibig mo akong makilala,sunduin mo ako sa himlayang dilimat sa madlang pagsukol ng inunang hilahil,ibangon ako at saka palayain. Isang pag-ibig na lipos ng lingap,tahanang malaya sa pangamba at sumbatmay suhay ng tuwa't ang kaluwalhatia'ywalang takda --ialay mong lahat ito sa akinkung mahal mo ako't ibig kilalanin. Kung ibig mo akong kilalanin,sisirin mo ako hanggang buto,liparin mo ako hanggang utak,umilanglang ka hanggang kaluluwa --hubad ako roon: mula ulo hanggang paa. Quote Link to comment
Y-ohhh-Y Posted July 14, 2006 Share Posted July 14, 2006 Ei sis pussycatdoll! Hehehe... Really? I didn't know... Alam mo naman ang connection natin... So as not to go off-topic... Here's another piece I love... I hope you guys like it, too... Wild Geeseby Mary Oliver You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesFor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,are heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-over and over announcing your placein the family of things. Quote Link to comment
Blue_Harbour Posted July 14, 2006 Share Posted July 14, 2006 Tears to Wash You Away by Tara Endless tears drop down my face, One for each memory I can't erase. I close my eyes to search for some relief, But all I see is you, and all I feel is grief. Should your memory leave, or should it stay? Would it be better if it just washed away? But I know it won't, I can't let you go, These things I feel inside are things you'll never know. So I'll let them come down, these tears every day, But I won't let them wash your memory away. :cry: Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted July 25, 2006 Share Posted July 25, 2006 It was in the valley of clover so pretty and green That the earth gave birth to a beautiful flower and she named it Spring. While high above the valley soared an eagle and from his mighty wing flew a feather that gently fell from above that landed in the heart of that beautiful flower and the flower fell in Love. Though winter came cold and long the snow fell day by day around the flower and the feather it just simply melted away. It was a flame of Love that glowed so bright it was seen from the mountains high that lined the land and touched the sky. http://www.gifszone.com/content/icon/mini_icons/mini_icon_64.gif Quote Link to comment
Black Lace Posted July 26, 2006 Share Posted July 26, 2006 I Do Not Love You... Pablo 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 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 that this: where I do 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
pussycatdoll Posted July 27, 2006 Share Posted July 27, 2006 here's a classic that i love. Sonnet 29 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least:Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,--and then my state(Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings'. Quote Link to comment
russ Posted July 31, 2006 Share Posted July 31, 2006 Dead tears I see doom ahead,my love, soon it is all dead... I can't anymore stop and turn,my heart - my love, soon they will burn... Moist fill my eyes - dead soul without fears,my burnt heart, I buried it in the sea of dead tears.. Quote Link to comment
Lord Superb Posted August 9, 2006 Share Posted August 9, 2006 i cant remember all the poems that have moved me. but this one i recall: Hope is the pillar that holds up the world Hope is the dream of a waking man. --Pliny the Elder (an ancient roman historian) Quote Link to comment
Lipstick Posted August 11, 2006 Share Posted August 11, 2006 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it's alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempest 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 come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Will's Sonnet 116. This is how love is ... should be; this is how it exists in people around me. It's good to be alive each day. Yes, for all tomorrows plus a day my heart ... this is how I love you because I know of no other way. :heart: Quote Link to comment
Mobius Stripper Posted August 14, 2006 Share Posted August 14, 2006 (edited) What would you have me do? Find a powerful protector: and choose a patron,like the dark ivy that creeps round a tree-trunk,and gains its support by licking at its length,to climb by a ruse instead of rise by strength?No, thank you! Dedicate, as others domy poetry to bankers? Become a buffoonin the base hope of seeing a less than sinistersmile quiver on the lips of some Minister?No, thank you! Dine each day on a toad?Own a belly worn out with crawling? Show a skin that's dirtied quicker than my knees,and with a supple spine do tricks to please?No, thank you! Pat the goat's neck all over,with one hand, water the lettuce with the other,a dealer in senna for rhubarb lovers, I supposealways wafting a censer under someone's nose?No, thank you! Urge myself on from lap to lap:be a little maestro pacing round in a trap,or navigate with oars made from madrigals,and old ladies' sighs the breezes in my sails?No, thank you! At some editor's in the Cityedit his verse for pay? No, thank you! Try to get myself named the high Pope of councilsheld in the taverns by imbecilic scoundrels?No, thank you! Work to be a presence knownfor one sonnet, instead of writing many? No, thank you! Not reveal a talent that amazes?Not be terrorized by the morning papers?Not say endlessly: "Oh, could I but seemyself in small print in the 'Mercury'!"No thank you! Calculate, show fear, grow pallid,prefer to make a visit than a ballad?Get myself presented, write petitions to the king?No, thank you! No, thank you! No, thank you! But... to sing,to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free,with a voice that stirs, and an eye that still can see!To cock your hat on one side, when you pleaseat a yes, a no, to fight, or ... make poetry! To work without a thought of fame or fortune,on that journey, that you dream of, to the moon! Never to write a line that's not your own,and, humble too, say to oneself: My son, be satisfied with flowers, fruit, even leaves, if they're from your own garden, your own trees! And then should chance a little glory bring,don't feel you need to render Caesar a thing,but keep the merit to yourself, entirelyin short, don't deign to be the parasitic ivy,even though you're not the oak tree or the elm,rise not so high, maybe, but be there all alone! Edited August 14, 2006 by Mobius Stripper Quote Link to comment
Y-ohhh-Y Posted August 28, 2006 Share Posted August 28, 2006 Her's another by Mary Oliver... The Journey One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice--though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles."Mend my life!"each voice cried.But you didn't stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the very foundations,though their melancholywas terrible.It was already lateenough, and a wild night,and the road full of fallenbranches and stones.But little by little,as you left their voices behind,the stars began to burnthrough the sheets of clouds,and there was a new voicewhich you slowlyrecognized as your own,that kept you companyas you strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to dothe only thing you could do--determined to savethe only life you could save. (Note: Highlight by poster. ) Quote Link to comment
simple minds Posted August 28, 2006 Share Posted August 28, 2006 my old reliable Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair,And 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 black.Oh, 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
extrarice3 Posted September 2, 2006 Share Posted September 2, 2006 Paper Boats-to mother Never willing to waste a sheet of paper, I save and save Then fold them into small, small boats And throw them into the sea from my ship. Some are blown back into the portholes, Others are stuck on the stern, soaked by waves, And I, undiscouraged, keep on folding and hoping That one will finally reach its destination. O mother, if you ever see a white tiny sail in your dream, Don't be startled by its unexpected presence for It was folded by your loving daughter to carry homeward Across the sea and mountains her love and sorrow. by : Fan Yang Quote Link to comment
teio Posted September 4, 2006 Share Posted September 4, 2006 They f#&k you up, your mum and dad.They may not mean to, but they do.They fill you with the faults they hadAnd add some extra, just for you. But they were f#&ked up in their turnBy fools in old-style hats and coats,Who half the time were soppy-sternAnd half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man.It deepens like a coastal shelf.Get out as early as you can,And don't have any kids yourself. - Philip Larkin, "This be the Verse" Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted September 9, 2006 Share Posted September 9, 2006 Cupid and Psyche Sprinkled a few drops of water from the fountain of bitterness on her lips, Though her piteous sight moved you to compassion.Lightly touching the point of your arrow against her side, She awoke from deep slumber and looked right into your eyes.Startled and hidden from sight, you were desirously fervent, You had erroneously pricked yourself with the same point, Heedless of your own wounds and over black silken strands, You poured sweet scented perfume with your celestial hands.Left to solitude and lamentations, abandoned to grief, She was left condemned for she had failed to awaken love against all belief. Satisfied that her destruction was at hand, Designed to put an end to the rest of her days.She was a coward and descending with a dreadful manner, Into the shades to avert punishment for her ways.But you were swift-footed and flew to her aid, No longer able to bear her absence.And with not a moment delayed, Put an end to her long wandering torment and offence.Divine Cupid holds fast to his beloved Psyche, Perpetually reunited as two heavenly sprites, whose spirits were so alike. Clara Jaemie Foo Quote Link to comment
lemon Posted September 11, 2006 Share Posted September 11, 2006 Ovillejo ¿Quién menoscaba mis bienes?Desdenes.¿Y quién aumenta mis duelos?Los celos.¿Y quién prueba mi paciencia?Ausencia.Deste modo en mi dolencianingún remedio se alcanza,pues me matan mi esperanza:Desdenes, Celos y Ausencia. ¿Quién me causa este dolor?Amor.¿Y quién mi gloria repugna?Fortuna.¿Y quién conciente mi duelo?El Cielo.Dese modo yo recelomorir deste mal extraño,pues se aunan en mi daño:Amor, Fortuna, y el Cielo. ¿Quién mejorará mi suerte?La Muerte.¿Y el bien de amor, quién lo alcanza?Mudanza.¿Y sus males quién los cura?Locura.Dese modo no es corduraquerer curar la pasióncuando los remedios son:Muerte, Mudanza y Locura. looks like Cervantes is in fact updated. Quote Link to comment
Y-ohhh-Y Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Love After LoveDerek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life. (Note: Highlight, poster's own.) Quote Link to comment
batang_yakult Posted September 13, 2006 Share Posted September 13, 2006 Sonnet 134 Francesco Petrarca ganda nito. perfectly describes that confused feelingwhen youre super inlove with one. Quote Link to comment
naked_angel Posted September 17, 2006 Share Posted September 17, 2006 i like for you to be stillit is as though you are absentand you hear me from far awayand my voice does not touch youit seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouthas all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the thingsfilled with my soulyou are like my soula butterfly of dreamand you are like the word: melancholy i like for you to be stilland you seem far awayit sounds as though you are lamentinga butterfly cooing like a doveand you hear me from far awayand my voice does not reach youlet me come to be still in your silenceand let me talk to you with your silencethat is bright as a lampaimple, as a ringyou are like the nightwith its stillness and constellationsyour silence is that of a staras remote and candid i like for you to be stillit is as though you are absentdistant and full of sorrowso you would've diedone word then, One smile is enoughand I'm happy;happy that it's not true Quote Link to comment
iwalkalone Posted September 17, 2006 Share Posted September 17, 2006 And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky East, Quote Link to comment
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