I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

this is my favourite love poem, please read, it's beautiful ...
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Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?


Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1803-1882)

this is just some free writting i did a month or two ago

i'm tierd of waiting for you to tell me how you feel
so i'm not gunna wait for you any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares more then i think you ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for you
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.


okee so tell me what you think is it any good??? or is it no good??

Poems can be short and sweet.
Some can be long and rough.
While others can be both of that stuff.

Poems have this sort of glow
And when they are running low
Someone reads them and what do you find?
A beautiful story that will get stuck in your mind.

Some poems make you cry.
Some poems make you fly.
Others can make you smile.
While some can even make you feel quite vile.

I like poems because they express feelings.
Even if you don't want anyone to know.
What is going on inseide your head.
It might even confuse you so~

This is what I want you to do.
POst this poem and I will too.
Share with the world around.
Hey look! A picture of a clown!

The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.

Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.

THE SADNESS OF THE MOON

by: Charles Baudelaire

HE Moon more indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.

Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.

And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.

Chasing Fireflies
Elusive dreams
This pre-life crisis, is killing me
A beautiful tragedy
Who I was wasn't me

You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy

Speaking silence
Words can break
It feels like we are falling awake
In a place, in a time of our own

You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe

It felt like the world
Fell from my feet
Gave up on myself
You didn't give up on me
Let myself go
You were still there
Like coming home
Coming up for air

You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy
Easier to be
To be me


[Lifehouse – Who We Are]

Times.

There are times when you feel lonely.
Times when you can't talk to your best friend, because she won't take it seriously.
Times when you can't talk to your mum,
because your scared she'll bring it up again.
Times when the people who would usally distract you only make you feel worce without knowing it.
Times when the one person you can talk to is ast asleep at 00:45.
These are the times when you just cry.

(Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes.)


First thought.

The first time I saw you,
was only a glance.
I was a fool, you know,
taking a chance.
Thoughts of you and me
Filled my dreams,
only to be ripped
at the seams.
So I'll lay here,
My haert in tatters.
In hope that one day
You might see
Me.

March Madness

By

Jeremy Gould



31 Days will come and go
Through each I'll remember
a past life
of everlasting strife
Each day I'll dismember
a little bit more of my soul

4 Weeks, one lasting memory
will arrive to do its worst
to tie me down
I'll lose more ground
my heart will nearly burst
my mind will agree

1 month will rear its ugly head
I'll return to solitary confinement
a prisoner in hell
it's just as well
'cause if I would break my last commandment
then I'd be better off dead

We're down to the final 4
the grief, the pain, the mourning, the sadness
which shall win this brutal war?
Welcome to my March Madness

when I
have
fears


when i have fears that i may cease to be
before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
before high piled books, in charact’ry,
hold like rich garners the full-riper’d grain;
when i behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
and think that i may never live to trace their shadows,
with the magic hand of chance;
and when i feel, fair creature of an hour!
that i shall never look upon thee more,
never have relish in the faery
power of unreflecting love
then on the shore of
the wide world i stand alone,
and think till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

"posthumous and fugitive poems"
john keats [1795-1821]

D A W N


when darkness is no less than everything
you've built become undone
there's no fight and no flight
disaster leaves your passion overrun
it's time to let go
it's time to carry on with the show
don't mourn what is gone
greet the dawn
and i will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide
remembrance can be a sentence
but it comes to you with
a second chance in tow
don't lose it, don't refuse it,
cause you cannot learn a thing
you think you know
a new light is warm
shining down on you after the storm
don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn
and i will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide

we grow old with time
yet young with years
never to give up to fears
but we are never fine
yet we always sing

we live on this earth for all our lives
always experiencing something new
like emotion or sights
there is never peace always pain
and life goes on with time
as we grow so do our souls

without life the would be no time
and without time we would mot have pain
and without pain there is no soul
and with no soul there is no life

"i still live i still think i still have to lice for i still have to think.... Fredrick Nietzsche" he also said " he who has a why to live can bare almost any how"

The Amulet
by
Jeremy Gould



The bands of gold remind me
of the way you held my hand
so tightly
so comfortably
like you never would let go
Nobody ever wants to let go
including me
Perhaps it's just we don't know how

The design is striking
just like you were
with every breath
with every movement
I could watch you for hours
and never be tired
of seeing you
of being near you

The cold chill that comes
and tickles my neck
every time I put on
that lovely amulet
takes me back to you
The only place I want to be
The only person I care to see
Missing you here with me