This is the last five poems I will post. It feels bitter sweet to pick five final ones. There are so many beautiful love poems and I have enjoyed choosing and reading everyone!
The theme of love may have seemed like a really broad choice at first thought but I still believe as I stated in my first post that love is the central theme of life. Reading these poems has reminded me in many ways how important love in life is and how conected we all really are.
Here are my last five poems:
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1) " The Enchantment"
Did but look and love awhile,
'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
To sigh and wish is all my ease;
Sighs which do not heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet cannot warm your heart.
O would your pity give my heart
One corner of your breast,
'Twould learn of yours the winning art,
And quickly steal the rest.
By Thomas Otway
http://www.poemslovers.com/love_poems/famous_love_poems/poems/9352.html
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2) "Petals"
Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.
Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
By Amy Lowell
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Amy_Lowell/Amy_Lowell_dome_petals.htm
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3) "The Crystal Gazer"
I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
By Sara Teasdale
http://judithpordon.tripod.com/poetry/sara_teasdale_the_crystal_gazer.html
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4) "She Comes Not"
She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes
From work and play.
But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
Roll in from Sea,
By starlight and candle-light and dreamlight
She comes to me.
By Herbert Trench
http://www.sun-angel.com/love_poems/love_poem_pages/love_poem_she_comes_not.php
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5) "A Dream Within a Dream"
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 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?
By Edgar Allen Poe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-within-a-dream/
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Love. . . The Continuation. . .
This is my third posting. I have posted 10 poems and am going to post five more. I have noticed my jumping around in my theme of love. I find there is romantic love poems and poems that speak of a different kind of love. . .a love of life. Lastly, there is spiritual love or love of a higher power. All of these poems are relevant to my theme and even though the order in which I have put my poems might seem random, I feel mixing different "styles" and time era's makes for an interesting read and a provides for a unique emotional experience.
I find that in this project all the poems that have spoken to me have almost asked me to put them on this blog. Poetry has a way of of reminding us that it is okay to feel and express whatever is on our mind and for that I am proud to have posted them.
I am posting five new poems:
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1) "Somewhere I have never Traveled"
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will enclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
By E. E. Cummings
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401
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2) "Conceit"
It is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods.
Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mortal!
we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the cocoon coils of our conceit.
Now we have to admit we can't know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves.
And I am not interested to know about myself any more,
I only entangle myself in the knowing.
Now let me be myself,
now let me be myself, and flicker forth,
now let me be myself, in the being, one of the gods.
By D H Lawrence
http://judithpordon.tripod.com/poetry/d_h_lawrence_conceit.html
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3) "Life"
By one great Heart the Universe is stirred:
By Its strong pulse, stars climb the darkening blue;
It throbs in each fresh sunsets changing hue,
And thrills through low sweet song of every bird:
By It, the plunging blood reds all mens veins;
Joy feels that heart against his rapturous own,
And on It, Sorrow breathes her sharpest groan;
It bounds through gladnesses and deepest pains.
Passionless beating through all Time and Space,
Relentless, calm, majestic in Its march,
Alike, though Nature shake heaven's endless arch,
Or mans heart break, because of some dead face!
Tis felt in sunshine greening the oft sod,
In children's smiling, as in mothers tears;
And, for strange comfort, through the aching years,
Men's hungry souls have named that great Heart, God!
By Margaret Deland
http://www.poetry-archive.com/d/deland_margaret.html
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4) "When you are Old"
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his his face amid a crowd of stars.
By W. B. Yeats
http://www.bbc.co.uk/poetryseason/poems/when_you_are_old.shtml
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5) "Love is Enough"
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
By William Morris
http://www.links2love.com/poetry_78.htm
I find that in this project all the poems that have spoken to me have almost asked me to put them on this blog. Poetry has a way of of reminding us that it is okay to feel and express whatever is on our mind and for that I am proud to have posted them.
I am posting five new poems:
_____________________________________________
1) "Somewhere I have never Traveled"
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will enclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
By E. E. Cummings
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401
_____________________________________________
2) "Conceit"
It is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods.
Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mortal!
we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the cocoon coils of our conceit.
Now we have to admit we can't know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves.
And I am not interested to know about myself any more,
I only entangle myself in the knowing.
Now let me be myself,
now let me be myself, and flicker forth,
now let me be myself, in the being, one of the gods.
By D H Lawrence
http://judithpordon.tripod.com/poetry/d_h_lawrence_conceit.html
_____________________________________________
3) "Life"
By one great Heart the Universe is stirred:
By Its strong pulse, stars climb the darkening blue;
It throbs in each fresh sunsets changing hue,
And thrills through low sweet song of every bird:
By It, the plunging blood reds all mens veins;
Joy feels that heart against his rapturous own,
And on It, Sorrow breathes her sharpest groan;
It bounds through gladnesses and deepest pains.
Passionless beating through all Time and Space,
Relentless, calm, majestic in Its march,
Alike, though Nature shake heaven's endless arch,
Or mans heart break, because of some dead face!
Tis felt in sunshine greening the oft sod,
In children's smiling, as in mothers tears;
And, for strange comfort, through the aching years,
Men's hungry souls have named that great Heart, God!
By Margaret Deland
http://www.poetry-archive.com/d/deland_margaret.html
_____________________________________________
4) "When you are Old"
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his his face amid a crowd of stars.
By W. B. Yeats
http://www.bbc.co.uk/poetryseason/poems/when_you_are_old.shtml
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5) "Love is Enough"
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
By William Morris
http://www.links2love.com/poetry_78.htm
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Trends I'm observing In My Poems
The trends I'm observing so far in my selection of poetry is varied. All of my poems are the theme of love but I picked a wide range of poetic styles and periods.
My first poem that I posted last week is Rumi, one of the most widely know poets. His style of poetry is mystical and all inclusive. Rumi is my favorite poet!
The second poem I posted last week is a poet I had never heard of. I found it on a metaphysical website and just really liked it! I am naturally attracted to poems that are spiritually based. I also really like the message about unconditional love.
The third poem I posted is by Henry David Thoreau, known as a classic poetic and is loved by many. His work has many metaphors. For example:
A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure.
He was a man of literature and nature.
My fourth poem was of a man I had not known of until I found his poem. I love that it was easy to understand and spoke of "true love," something that seems rare and to be reminded of is a true blessing and a feeling of home.
Lastly my fifth poem was of Maya Angelo. She is so many things yet so humble. She is a modern day female poet, educator, historian, best-selling author, actress, playwright, civil-rights activist, producer and director. She is loved the world over. Her poems speak volumes about love, humanity and what it means to be a women.
My poems for this entry are as follows:
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1) "Love Within a Storm"
We mad love within a storm
in the midst of passion and chaos
somewhere, somehow our true bond
of friendship was lost
In the eye of the storm
The rain always falls harder
Those who prevail this trauma
will learn 2 bring their love farther
But now the storm has passed
and the seas of our friendship R calm
But as long as I live I will remember
the love within the storm.
By Tupac Shakur
http://www.tupac-poetry.net/poems/LoveWithinaStorm.html
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2) "Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day"
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s
changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou
wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
By William Shakespeare
http://www.makeliterature.com/blog/famous-love-poems
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3) "A Red, Red Rose"
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
By Robert Burns
http://www.poemofquotes.com/articles/famous-love.poems2006.php
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4) "Ode to Beauty"
Who gave thee, O Beauty, The keys of this breast,— Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest?
Say, when in lapsed ages Thee knew I of old? Or what was the service For which I was sold? When first my eyes saw thee, I found me thy thrall, By magical drawings, Sweet tyrant of all!
I drank at thy fountain False waters of thirst; Thou intimate stranger, Thou latest and first!
Thy dangerous glances Make women of men; New-born, we are melting Into nature again.
Lavish, lavish promiser, Nigh persuading gods to err!
Guest of million painted forms, Which in turn thy glory warms!
The frailest leaf, the mossy bark, The acorn’s cup, the raindrop’s arc, The swinging spider’s silver line, The ruby of the drop of wine, The shining pebble of the pond, Thou inscribest with a bond, In thy momentary play, Would bankrupt nature to repay.
Ah, what avails it To hide or to shun Whom the Infinite One Hath granted His throne?
The heaven high over Is the deep’s lover; The sun and sea, Informed by thee, Before me run, And draw me on, Yet fly me still, As Fate refuses To me the heart Fate for me chooses.
Is it that my opulent soul Was mingled from the generous whole; Sea-valleys and the deep of skies Furnished several supplies; And the sands whereof I’m made Draw me to them, self-betrayed?
I turn the proud portfolios Which hold the grand designs Of Salvator, of Guercino, And Piranesi’s lines. I hear the lofty paeans Of the masters of the shell, Who heard the starry music And recount the numbers well; Olympian bards who sung Divine Ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Oft, in streets or humblest places, I detect far-wandered graces, Which, from Eden wide astray, In lonely homes have lost their way.
Thee gliding through the sea of form, Like the lightning through the storm, Somewhat not to be possessed, Somewhat not to be caressed.
No feet so fleet could ever find, No perfect form could ever bind. Thou eternal fugitive, Hovering over all that live, Quick and skilful to inspire Sweet, extravagant desire, Starry space and lily-bell Filling with thy roseate smell, Wilt not give the lips to taste Of the nectar which thou hast. All that’s good and great with thee Works in close conspiracy; Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely To report thy features only, And the cold and purple morning Itself with thoughts of thee adorning; The leafy dell, the city mart, Equal trophies of thine art; E’en the flowing azure air Thou hast touched for my despair; And, if I languish into dreams, Again I meet the ardent beams.
Queen of things!
I dare not die In Being’s deeps past ear and eye; Lest there I find the same deceiver, And be the sport of Fate for ever. Dread Power, but dear!
if God thou be, Unmake me quite, or give thyself to me!
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
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5) "If thou must love me, let it be for nought a poem"
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile her look her way
Of speaking gently, for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day"
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee, and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
By Elisabeth Barrett Browning
http://www.love-poems.me.uk/barrett_browning_I_love_thee_l.htm
My first poem that I posted last week is Rumi, one of the most widely know poets. His style of poetry is mystical and all inclusive. Rumi is my favorite poet!
The second poem I posted last week is a poet I had never heard of. I found it on a metaphysical website and just really liked it! I am naturally attracted to poems that are spiritually based. I also really like the message about unconditional love.
The third poem I posted is by Henry David Thoreau, known as a classic poetic and is loved by many. His work has many metaphors. For example:
A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure.
He was a man of literature and nature.
My fourth poem was of a man I had not known of until I found his poem. I love that it was easy to understand and spoke of "true love," something that seems rare and to be reminded of is a true blessing and a feeling of home.
Lastly my fifth poem was of Maya Angelo. She is so many things yet so humble. She is a modern day female poet, educator, historian, best-selling author, actress, playwright, civil-rights activist, producer and director. She is loved the world over. Her poems speak volumes about love, humanity and what it means to be a women.
My poems for this entry are as follows:
_____________________________________________
1) "Love Within a Storm"
We mad love within a storm
in the midst of passion and chaos
somewhere, somehow our true bond
of friendship was lost
In the eye of the storm
The rain always falls harder
Those who prevail this trauma
will learn 2 bring their love farther
But now the storm has passed
and the seas of our friendship R calm
But as long as I live I will remember
the love within the storm.
By Tupac Shakur
http://www.tupac-poetry.net/poems/LoveWithinaStorm.html
_____________________________________________
2) "Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day"
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s
changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou
wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
By William Shakespeare
http://www.makeliterature.com/blog/famous-love-poems
_____________________________________________
3) "A Red, Red Rose"
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
By Robert Burns
http://www.poemofquotes.com/articles/famous-love.poems2006.php
_____________________________________________
4) "Ode to Beauty"
Who gave thee, O Beauty, The keys of this breast,— Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest?
Say, when in lapsed ages Thee knew I of old? Or what was the service For which I was sold? When first my eyes saw thee, I found me thy thrall, By magical drawings, Sweet tyrant of all!
I drank at thy fountain False waters of thirst; Thou intimate stranger, Thou latest and first!
Thy dangerous glances Make women of men; New-born, we are melting Into nature again.
Lavish, lavish promiser, Nigh persuading gods to err!
Guest of million painted forms, Which in turn thy glory warms!
The frailest leaf, the mossy bark, The acorn’s cup, the raindrop’s arc, The swinging spider’s silver line, The ruby of the drop of wine, The shining pebble of the pond, Thou inscribest with a bond, In thy momentary play, Would bankrupt nature to repay.
Ah, what avails it To hide or to shun Whom the Infinite One Hath granted His throne?
The heaven high over Is the deep’s lover; The sun and sea, Informed by thee, Before me run, And draw me on, Yet fly me still, As Fate refuses To me the heart Fate for me chooses.
Is it that my opulent soul Was mingled from the generous whole; Sea-valleys and the deep of skies Furnished several supplies; And the sands whereof I’m made Draw me to them, self-betrayed?
I turn the proud portfolios Which hold the grand designs Of Salvator, of Guercino, And Piranesi’s lines. I hear the lofty paeans Of the masters of the shell, Who heard the starry music And recount the numbers well; Olympian bards who sung Divine Ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Oft, in streets or humblest places, I detect far-wandered graces, Which, from Eden wide astray, In lonely homes have lost their way.
Thee gliding through the sea of form, Like the lightning through the storm, Somewhat not to be possessed, Somewhat not to be caressed.
No feet so fleet could ever find, No perfect form could ever bind. Thou eternal fugitive, Hovering over all that live, Quick and skilful to inspire Sweet, extravagant desire, Starry space and lily-bell Filling with thy roseate smell, Wilt not give the lips to taste Of the nectar which thou hast. All that’s good and great with thee Works in close conspiracy; Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely To report thy features only, And the cold and purple morning Itself with thoughts of thee adorning; The leafy dell, the city mart, Equal trophies of thine art; E’en the flowing azure air Thou hast touched for my despair; And, if I languish into dreams, Again I meet the ardent beams.
Queen of things!
I dare not die In Being’s deeps past ear and eye; Lest there I find the same deceiver, And be the sport of Fate for ever. Dread Power, but dear!
if God thou be, Unmake me quite, or give thyself to me!
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
_____________________________________________
5) "If thou must love me, let it be for nought a poem"
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile her look her way
Of speaking gently, for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day"
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee, and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
By Elisabeth Barrett Browning
http://www.love-poems.me.uk/barrett_browning_I_love_thee_l.htm
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Anthology Plan
The theme of my anthology is Love.
The reason why my theme is love is because love is the central theme to life. If love is life and life is love everything else should be insignificant. Love is what makes us human and love is what we as humans need to survive. If baby's are not held and loved they die. The illusion or loss of love can bring people into crisis and cause such heart ache people end there own lives.
Love is the most written about subject on earth because it is so perplexing and mesmerizing. Love teaches us things about our selves we never new. In it's highest form "making love" literally creates human life. To fall in love with another is to love thy self for without self love it is only lust. Unconditional love changes nations and is the foundation for forgiveness. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world and we are all made of just that, love.
My goals for this anthology is to learn more about poetry but more importantly about my theme, love. It is so easy to live in this world with all of my walls and protection up. It's as if I'm an animal with thorns. I've had to learn to be this way to survive. No one ever said it would be so challenging!! I want to delve into others view of love and maybe allow myself to soften and let a little of the love poets share into my world.
Poetry is a creative way of expressing one's self. Self expression is the gift we are given to learn and grow. We are all creative people and by expressing ourselves through poetry we are able to share. Sharing is another form of love. So you see everything leads back to love and only love is real.
My poems for this entry are as follows:
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The reason why my theme is love is because love is the central theme to life. If love is life and life is love everything else should be insignificant. Love is what makes us human and love is what we as humans need to survive. If baby's are not held and loved they die. The illusion or loss of love can bring people into crisis and cause such heart ache people end there own lives.
Love is the most written about subject on earth because it is so perplexing and mesmerizing. Love teaches us things about our selves we never new. In it's highest form "making love" literally creates human life. To fall in love with another is to love thy self for without self love it is only lust. Unconditional love changes nations and is the foundation for forgiveness. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world and we are all made of just that, love.
My goals for this anthology is to learn more about poetry but more importantly about my theme, love. It is so easy to live in this world with all of my walls and protection up. It's as if I'm an animal with thorns. I've had to learn to be this way to survive. No one ever said it would be so challenging!! I want to delve into others view of love and maybe allow myself to soften and let a little of the love poets share into my world.
Poetry is a creative way of expressing one's self. Self expression is the gift we are given to learn and grow. We are all creative people and by expressing ourselves through poetry we are able to share. Sharing is another form of love. So you see everything leads back to love and only love is real.
My poems for this entry are as follows:
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1) "Untitled"
To Love is to reach God.
Never will a Lover's chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover's robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover's body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to reach God.
Never will a Lover's chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover's robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover's body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to reach God.
By Rumi
2) "Indefinable Pleasure"
So I am released
from childish infatuation,
So I am released
from childish infatuation,
moved to a somewhat soberer condition
that sees with wider eyes,
past seducing emotion of pulsing memories
of a lingering kiss, turgid flesh,
and throbbing thoughts,
through the physical to a new level
of reason containing all that passion,
and something more,
an indefinable pleasure
deep-set into the soul,
to the realm of love
that's unconditional.
By Gordon Neumann
http://blog.marianne.com/prayer/
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3) "Friends, Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers"
http://blog.marianne.com/prayer/
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3) "Friends, Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers"
Let such pure hate still underprop
Our love, that we may be
Each other's conscience,
And have our sympathy
Mainly from thence.
We'll one another treat like gods,
And all the faith we have
In virtue and in truth, bestow
On either, and suspicion leave
To gods below.
Two solitary stars--
Unmeasured systems far
Between us roll;
But by our conscious light we are
Determined to one pole.
What need confound the sphere?--
Love can afford to wait;
For it no hour's too late
That witnesseth one duty's end,
Or to another doth beginning lend.
It will subserve no use,
More than the tints of flowers;
Only the independent guest
Frequents its bowers,
Inherits its bequest.
No speech, though kind, has it;
But kinder silence doles
Unto its mates;
By night consoles,
By day congratulates.
What saith the tongue to tongue?
What hearest ear of ear?
By the decrees of fate
From year to year,
Does it communicate.
Pathless the gulf of feeling yawns;
No trivial bridge of words,
Or arch of boldest span,
Can leap the moat that girds
The sincere man.
No show of bolts and bars
Can keep the foeman out,
Or 'scape his secret mine,
Who entered with the doubt
That drew the line.
No warder at the gate
Can let the friendly in;
But, like the sun, o'er all
He will the castle win,
And shine along the wall.
There's nothing in the world I know
That can escape from love,
For every depth it goes below,
And every height above.
It waits, as waits the sky,
Until the clouds go by,
Yet shines serenely on
With an eternal day,
Alike when they are gone,
And when they stay.
Implacable is Love--
Foes may be bought or teased
From their hostile intent,
But he goes unappeased
Who is on kindness bent.
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/thoreau/thoreaupoems.html#friendship
4) "True Love"
In silence the heart raves. It utters words
Meaningless, that never had
A meaning. I was ten, skinny, red-headed,
Freckled. In a big black Buick,
Driven by a big grown boy, with a necktie, she sat
In front of the drugstore, sipping something
Through a straw. There is nothing like
Beauty. It stops your heart.It
Thickens your blood. It stops your breath. It
Makes you feel dirty. You need a hot bath.
I leaned against a telephone pole, and watched.
I thought I would die if she saw me.
How could I exist in the same world with that brightness?
Two years later she smiled at me.She
Named my name. I thought I would wake up dead.
Her grown brothers walked with the bent-knee
Swagger of horsemen. They were slick-faced.
Told jokes in the barbershop. Did no work.
Their father was what is called a drunkard.
Whatever he was he stayed on the third floor
Of the big white farmhouse under the maples for twenty-five years.
He never came down. They brought everything up to him.
I did not know what a mortgage was.
His wife was a good, Christian woman, and prayed.
When the daughter got married, the old man came down wearing
An old tail coat, the pleated shirt yellowing.
The sons propped him. I saw the wedding. There were
Engraved invitations, it was so fashionable. I thought
I would cry. I lay in bed that night
And wondered if she would cry when something was done to her.
The mortgage was foreclosed. That last word was whispered.
She never came back. The family
Sort of drifted off. Nobody wears shiny boots like that now.
But I know she is beautiful forever, and lives
In a beautiful house, far away.
She called my name once. I didn't even know she knew it.
By Robert Penn Warren
http://www.poemslovers.com/love-poems/famous_love_poems/poems/9357
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5) "Touched By An Angel"
We, unaccustomed to courage
Exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leave its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love Arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure.
ancient histories of pain.
yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of loves light
we dare be brave
and suddenly we see
that love coasts all we are
and will ever be.
yet it is only love
which sets us free
By Maya Angelou
http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/496
Meaningless, that never had
A meaning. I was ten, skinny, red-headed,
Freckled. In a big black Buick,
Driven by a big grown boy, with a necktie, she sat
In front of the drugstore, sipping something
Through a straw. There is nothing like
Beauty. It stops your heart.It
Thickens your blood. It stops your breath. It
Makes you feel dirty. You need a hot bath.
I leaned against a telephone pole, and watched.
I thought I would die if she saw me.
How could I exist in the same world with that brightness?
Two years later she smiled at me.She
Named my name. I thought I would wake up dead.
Her grown brothers walked with the bent-knee
Swagger of horsemen. They were slick-faced.
Told jokes in the barbershop. Did no work.
Their father was what is called a drunkard.
Whatever he was he stayed on the third floor
Of the big white farmhouse under the maples for twenty-five years.
He never came down. They brought everything up to him.
I did not know what a mortgage was.
His wife was a good, Christian woman, and prayed.
When the daughter got married, the old man came down wearing
An old tail coat, the pleated shirt yellowing.
The sons propped him. I saw the wedding. There were
Engraved invitations, it was so fashionable. I thought
I would cry. I lay in bed that night
And wondered if she would cry when something was done to her.
The mortgage was foreclosed. That last word was whispered.
She never came back. The family
Sort of drifted off. Nobody wears shiny boots like that now.
But I know she is beautiful forever, and lives
In a beautiful house, far away.
She called my name once. I didn't even know she knew it.
By Robert Penn Warren
http://www.poemslovers.com/love-poems/famous_love_poems/poems/9357
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5) "Touched By An Angel"
We, unaccustomed to courage
Exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leave its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love Arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure.
ancient histories of pain.
yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of loves light
we dare be brave
and suddenly we see
that love coasts all we are
and will ever be.
yet it is only love
which sets us free
By Maya Angelou
http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/496
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