Some of my favorite poems...
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care_bear19 Novice"Invictus"
-William Ernest Henley-
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 nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horroe 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 -
care_bear19 Novice"Homesick"
Homesick for myself, for her-
as, after the heat wave breaks,
the clear tones of the world manifest;
cloud, bough, wall, insect,
the very soul of light;
Homesick as the fluted vault of desire, articulates itself,
I am the Lover and the Loved
Home and Wanderer,
she who splits wood,
and she who knocks,
a stranger in a storm,
two women eye to eye,
measuring each others spirit,
each others limitless desire...
a whole new poetry beginning, Here. -
care_bear19 NoviceI love you
as certain dark things
are to be loved.
In secret,
between the shadow
and the soul.
-Pablo Neruda -
care_bear19 NoviceI wish we
knew
when
we were
young
that we would
spend a gigantic
fraction
of out lives
looking into the mirror,
Exhausted
with the bones
and skin
that stare
back.
-Christopher Poindexter -
care_bear19 NoviceI am convinced that we,
in some way, possess the
stars inside us.
Though it may be silly,
entirely crazy,
think of the beauty?
We light up every moment
we feel love and we fade
every moment we feel pain.
Just think of the gold
in the waiting?
The beautiful,
terrible waiting
of the chance to finally
shine again.
-Christopher Poindexter -
care_bear19 NoviceI closed my
eyes
softly and fell
in love with the
way I
remembered you:
body, soul, and all.
-Christopher Poindexter -
care_bear19 NoviceTher is always something
missing, god damn it.
I swear.
It is as if we humans
were made with a million
different holes in our
chests and when we fill
one, the next is just
that much more difficult.
-Christopher P. -
care_bear19 NoviceFor a brief moment,
I swore,
the moon fell
asleep in your
eyes
and dreams became
the way the light
leaked
from your eyelids.
-Christopher P. -
care_bear19 NoviceWalking forward,
you see,
thoughts unfolding
rolling by, words recoiling
distant skies
throughout the journey you believe
of course
the constant footsteps, rustling leaves
why should I lead
and expect that you will follow
if by my side, we both can fly
side by side, we could survive;
Tearing fibers of space and time
who needs doctors, quantum rhymes?
Dreams dissolving, flowing by,
hopes unraveling, seperate sides
you turn, you look, and where am I?
The distant echos, so long ago had said,
Goodbye. -
care_bear19 Novice"My Only Love"
Just to say I love you
never seems enough.
I've said it so many times
I am afraid you won't understand
what I really mean when I say it.
How can so much feeling,
so much adoration, possibly fit into
those theree little words?
But until I find some other
way of saying what I feel, then
"I love you" will have to do.
So no matter how many times I say it,
never take it lightly, for you my life,
and my only love.
I love you now more
than ever before. -
An entire sea of water can't sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship.
Similarly, the negativity of the world can't put you down unless you allow it to get inside you. -
how many stars
can you count tonight
by connecting your freckles
with pretty red lines?
it burns in the shower
but that's okay. you don't
deserve
to feel happy
anyway
you would be infinite
but there's one problem:
your demons run wild
and you don't know how to
stop them
you tug jeans over your hips
and make your thighs cry. you
still pray for an accident so
you could finally
die
-r.i.d -
they say,
how can you hate yourself so much
when they barely know me
and whisper, you're
too young to be so sad when they,
read my writing
and when i cannot bring myself
to attend their parties, they laugh,
why are you always tired
but if they spent two minutes
inside my head, they'd realize it's
a mircle
i'm not already dead
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