Alla inlägg under mars 2012
If love takes a human form,
It will be like you for sure.
Beautiful enough to take the world by charm,
Being so erratic n yet so pure.
Walking on the empty streets,
Your moves assure some feral trance.
I hear an echo of the divine beats,
And lose myself in the captivating dance.
The ravishing beauty of your candid eyes,
Makes me feel as if i am drowned.
Forever in the jinx, I tend to reprise,
My love for you, without a sound.
Or the fulfillment of desires,
achieved through others deed?
Or are they God’s puppets
bond together awaiting destiny?
Or one's sacrifice retains
the life of the other?
Love is a facet of emotions,
quenching desires for miles,
one can rest a while,
in the shelter of thy dear Love!
What does Love mean?
Every heart beats while uttering the word ‘Love’.
All literature sources kept wondering for years to define it. Let’s find together how Love fulfills our awaiting desires.
Is it a physical charm of,
beautiful lips and rosy cheeks?
Or a mental peace to share,
each other’s feelings?
Or the eyes eager for,
a sweet little smile?
I hate that you just,
don't call me anymore.
And when you slapped me,
and called me whore.
The way the bruise
mares my arm.
And I remember that,
you said you'd cause no harm.
You lied to me,
and wont let me leave.
I need room to breathe,
So set me free.
By callie boudreau
"Oh that the desert were my dwelling place,
With one fair spirit for my minister;
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her."
Dumb Love Poem
Dedicated to all the jerks who have broken my heart...
I'm sitting here all alone.
Writing this dumb love poem.
The way you make me cry,
the times I want to die.
The way you yell,
at everything I do.
Well you know what?
F**K YOU!!!!!
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægæan, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach;
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said;
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head—
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
All eager for the treat;
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat—
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
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