as the nights get cold and so very windy tonight I recall Hulme's The Embankment
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth’s the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth’s the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
Tender hopes
Have been waiting long
trusting despite the odds
hate the feeling
that I am powerless
but I have to rely
even with my reluctance.
it is taking way too long
I am checking
every other hour
there is nothing
I could do more
other than counting
that they would
not betray in the end.
Standing with legs
deep in sand
Catching hope
and building the shape
Which will help me
To live even when I drown
Please catch me when I fall again!
-- Nylee
Have been waiting long
trusting despite the odds
hate the feeling
that I am powerless
but I have to rely
even with my reluctance.
it is taking way too long
I am checking
every other hour
there is nothing
I could do more
other than counting
that they would
not betray in the end.
Standing with legs
deep in sand
Catching hope
and building the shape
Which will help me
To live even when I drown
Please catch me when I fall again!
-- Nylee
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devilsivy
Guest
Dreams - Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
A wonderful inspiration from a young Hughes, thanks for recalling it for us.
"The Hitchhiker"
Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
JM
Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
JM
Rain makes soothing sounds
Patter, patter patter, patter,
Patter,patter, patt.
Patter, patter patter, patter,
Patter,patter, patt.
I dont know a lot about poetry and also probably so many people have said this one but Nothing Gold can Stay by Robert Frost.... because....... the Outsiders.....
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Its not quite a short poem but this one moves me in ways I simply can't explain.
My Country
The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!
The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
******
©Dorothea MacKellar
Ls x
My Country
The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!
The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
******
©Dorothea MacKellar
Ls x
S
SaschaDom
Guest
I'm sitting here in my room, looking at your picture,
Wondering why you couldn't be a part of my future.
Uncontrollable tears stream down my face,
While my heartbeat starts to race.
Asking GOD why he took you from my life,
It was more painful than stabbing me in the heart with a knife.
I still needed you here;
You were the one to make everything so clear.
You are a part of me and I am a part of you;
When you died a part of me died too.
I never knew how hard it was to lose someone you love,
Until the day you went to heaven above.
Even though I can't see,
I know you're up there watching over me.
I miss you more and more every day,
And all I can do every night is pray.
In my heart you shall forever remain,
But right now there is only pain.
Lost in the world you left behind,
Until I'm with you, I'll always be lost in time.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-lost-you
Wondering why you couldn't be a part of my future.
Uncontrollable tears stream down my face,
While my heartbeat starts to race.
Asking GOD why he took you from my life,
It was more painful than stabbing me in the heart with a knife.
I still needed you here;
You were the one to make everything so clear.
You are a part of me and I am a part of you;
When you died a part of me died too.
I never knew how hard it was to lose someone you love,
Until the day you went to heaven above.
Even though I can't see,
I know you're up there watching over me.
I miss you more and more every day,
And all I can do every night is pray.
In my heart you shall forever remain,
But right now there is only pain.
Lost in the world you left behind,
Until I'm with you, I'll always be lost in time.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-lost-you
Please don't burn our shit house down. Mothers willing to pay. Fathers sailing high on the seas and Joan's in the family way.
My brothers got gonorrhea, don't make us shit in the rain. Little Jimmy's got the runs and he wants to go there again.
Please don't burn our shit house down, times are fucking hard. If you burn the old thing down we'll have to shit in the yard.
Billy Connolly
My brothers got gonorrhea, don't make us shit in the rain. Little Jimmy's got the runs and he wants to go there again.
Please don't burn our shit house down, times are fucking hard. If you burn the old thing down we'll have to shit in the yard.
Billy Connolly
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Still_Waters
Guest
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SaschaDom
Guest
@Still_Waters
Still water is ruining slowly around her adorable curves
Her touches are igniting all of my nerves
When I see into her eyes in motion
It's like swimming incide a deep blue ocean
When I feel her soft skin under my fingertips
Or even biting her warm and so luscious lips
When she is moaning under my every touch
When her desire is getting just too much
When she is bounded under me with a cuff
That's when the still water gets rough
Just thought I write something for you
Thanks for your wonderful pictures
Still water is ruining slowly around her adorable curves
Her touches are igniting all of my nerves
When I see into her eyes in motion
It's like swimming incide a deep blue ocean
When I feel her soft skin under my fingertips
Or even biting her warm and so luscious lips
When she is moaning under my every touch
When her desire is getting just too much
When she is bounded under me with a cuff
That's when the still water gets rough
Just thought I write something for you
Thanks for your wonderful pictures
S
Still_Waters
Guest
Thank you
my very own poem!
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Sarah_56
Guest
I could not dig; I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?
A Dead Statesman, by Rudyard Kipling
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?
A Dead Statesman, by Rudyard Kipling
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Sarah_56
Guest
Skiing as much more complete x than many think: very car from the jingoistic character one might think from many of his poems and writings, but flawed fatally in modern eyes.
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Sarah_56
Guest
There is a horrific one - I can't remember its title - about British troops, in India I think, being attacked and in revenge cold-bloodedly murdering almost every last one of the perceived enemy leaving just one alive to bring the tale of atrocity and terror to others as a deterrent
This is beautiful.
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