A Spell of the HeartIt started when I first met you. You were like a work of art. You had Eyes in the color of a sapphire, And your Skin resembled a painting. I thought you cast a spell on me. Because like never before, I could hear my heartbeat. It was enchanting,...See More »
Speaking In Verses (My Poetry)I tried to scream out I shouted with all my might But no one heard me My voice was lost in the night My words and sentences Fell upon deaf ears wide open My utters were undoubtedly ignored Please someone just listen I kept hoping I one day in a...See More »
I love simplicity and I love bohemian and romantic things Which do you think suits me best? Simplicity Or my eclectic bohemian style Can you intermingle and have both?
I Love Poetry [image] Such a beautiful hybrid of chaos and grace, a magnetic angel with a golden face. A thrill for danger and a volatile mind, such a hypnotic being separate from mankind. Shrouded in devotion him as my guide I'll be his Bonnie and he'll be my...See More »
I Love PoetryLife can be the sunshine, On peaceful days with bright blue skies. Or life can be the raindrops, That fall like tears squeezed from your eyes. Life can be the heaven, That you'll only reach through hell. Since you won't know that you're happy, If...See More »
I Love PoetryI hope one day you give your heart to someone and they will hold it tight as if its their own I hope one day you wake up and have something or someone to live for I hope one day you can go to bed smiling without a worry in the world I hope one day...See More »
I Love PoetryI want to take the bits of you I love and press them like flowers between the pages of my favorite book And I want to take all the scraps that you dislike in yourself and display them on my refrigerator to show you I'm still proud of the person you...See More »
This is one of my favourites!COMMUNISME INTEGRAL by Bruno Morello Comme pour prévenir Tout danger fasciste pour notre pays Haut lieu avisé en culture Stratégique pour tant de libertés à venir Le Haut Conseil a consulté dans l’espace Dans des conditions idéales Le communisme...See More »
From Arthur Rimbaud!Against a fall of snow, a Being Beauiful, and very tall. Whistlings of death and circles of faint music Make this adored body, swelling and trembling Like a specter, rise... Black and scarlet gashes burst in the gleaming flesh. The true colors of...See More »
This is particularly good!À ce point du voyage by Martine Morillon-Carreau À ce point du voyage lune bulle amulette désert nuit bleue (rien autre) où défilent un à un les caravaniers aveugles du rêve Conte-moi conte-moi la route conteur aux paupières closes et qui parles ma...See More »
A beautiful poem. [I Love To Read Poems]TO THE MOON It's cold and it's still on the dark side of the earth. There is nothing in sight. Not even my worth. I'm dreaming of leaving, of maybe taking flight. No reason to stay. Would you notice if I died? It's just another day. It might be...See More »
the butcher-he crushed my bones so I couldn't run he maimed my heart so it would bleed love hanged on a hook, open and raw Time passing reflect on the past hurried and hushed forgotten by all but I
Winter: My SecretI tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows, And you’re too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell. Or, after all, perhaps there’s none: S...See More »
Come slowly – Eden!Come slowly – Eden! Lips unused to Thee – Bashful – sip thy Jessamines – As the fainting Bee – Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums – Counts his nectars – Enters – and is lost in Balms. by emily dickinson
Fame is a bee.It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing. by emily dickinson fame is fleeting
Mama never forgets her birds,Though in another tree – She looks down just as often And just as tenderly As when her little mortal nest With cunning care she wove – If either of her sparrows fall, She notices, above. – E...See More »
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
It was not Death, for I stood up,It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down - It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon. It was not Frost, for on my Flesh I felt Siroccos - crawl - Nor Fire - for just my marble feet Could keep a Chancel,...See More »
“Hope” is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the...See More »