I loved my friend. He went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends, Soft as it began-- I loved my friend.
Untitled I finally believed in the good in people When the homeless man at the train Showed me where he kept his pennies - In a row on the ledge, One after the other, A careful cluster of value. He leans in, "For the less fortunate. I like to Leave them something." His grin is broken and discoloured and Absolutely perfect. -Unknown
Star-Crossed Lovers Star-crossed lovers on a star-crossed night; Their pulses quicken, their heart’s take flight. Passionate kisses, both soft and firm; Gentle touches, they make her squirm. Her head tilts back as he kisses her neck; She sighs in ecstasy, her mind a wreck. She wants to give in, her pulse is quickening; His excitement grows too, as his manhood’s thickening. He lays her down gently, taking great care; He caresses her face, his fingers tracing her hair. He gazes longingly, looking straight in her eyes; He kisses her softly, and her resistance dies. Her body is aching, she wants him inside; He’s aching too, passion won’t be denied. They become one, bodies melting together; Their floating on air, feeling light as a feather. Their rhythm quickens, moans voicing assent; Their bodies convulse, as both now are spent. Their embrace remains, bodies still entwined; Infused by love; they share the same mind. Slumber comes quickly, with dreams oh so sweet; Star-crossed lovers, their tryst now complete. -Brian Jacobs
Moonshield Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground, Collecting the tragedies still Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind Carried my cross to the hill And how I lust for the dance and the fire Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink Spill me the wind and its fire To steal of the colors - I'm the moonshield Shattered hope became my guide And grief and pain my friends A brother pact in a blood-ink penned Declare my silent end Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone Reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone And how I lust for the dance and the fire deep of the nectarine sunset to drink spill me the wind and its fire to steal of the colors I'm the... I'm the... I'm the... I'm the moonshield -In Flames
SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES By Siegfried Sassoon, 1917 I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.
I have a thing for the russian classics, and Fjodor Tyutchevs poems always get me, he is so sensitive. The artist Bjørk made this particular one fameous: love your eyes, my dear Their splendid sparkling fire When suddenly you raise them so To cast a swift embracing glance Like lightning flashing in the sky But there is a charm that is greater still When my love’s eyes are lowered When all is fired by passion’s kiss And through the downcast lashes I see the dull flame of desire
A Dream Within a Dream BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
let it go – the e.e. cummings let it go – the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise – let it go it was sworn to go let them go – the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers – you must let them go they were born to go let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love
May I Go Now? May I go now? Do you think the time is right? May I say goodbye to pain filled days And endless lonely nights? I've lived my life and done my best, An example tried to be. So can I take that step beyond And set my spirit free? I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might. But something seems to draw me now To a warm and living light. I want to go I really do. It's difficult to stay. But I will try as best I can To live just one more day. To give you time to care for me And share your love and fears. I know you're sad and afraid, Because I see your tears. I'll not be far, I promise that, And hope you'll always know That my spirit will be close to you Wherever you may go. Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too, That's why it's hard to say goodbye And end this life with you. So hold me now just one more time And let me hear you say, Because you care so much for me, You'll let me go today. ~Susan A. Jackson
'All that is gold does not glitter' All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. J.R.R. Tolkien