Poetry Article: My poems part 2

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posted by twilightgirl2

You dont know me

You think I'm a good student
You think my life is perfect
You think I pay attention
And you also think I'm an angel
Well your all wrong

Brothers
A brother
Stupid yet helpful
Caring and protecting
Rudely
Blood

Daddy
Who will I cry to when i get scared
Who will I tell what happened at school, if only I tell my secrets to my dad
Who will tuck me in bed
Who will I tease and laugh with or at
Who will I be able to beat at a viseo game
Who will be able to say that he will protect me, no matter what
Who will I be able to go to the movies with her father, if hes not there
Who will I be able to tell my friends how great of a father i have
Who will be at my side, no matter the obstacles
Who will I be able to run to help if someone bullies me
Who will I be able to say to leave me no matter what
Who will I hear someone say "my little girl"
who will I hear someone say "thats my girl"

Love
I was happy to see my boyfriend
after so long being apart for days
I wanted to tell him all about what happened
but it changed when I saw him kissing someone else
Tears welled up in my eyes, coming out rapidly
I ran away, not wanting to see anything else
Then I heared my named called; "Angelica!"
But I kept running, running from the pain I felt

CMJCMJLG, sequilimaco and 5 others like this

Bluestar208 wow

egyptprincess7 um i have no commet its good i guess

prince-of-punk that was a ok poemhttp://images.fanpop.com/images/emoticons/worried.jpgi almost cried

pinkfluby114558 rly good!

CMJCMJLG o my god i cant even find words cause i think its so great

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Poetry

added by Lovetreehill

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Friendship poem

added by Lovetreehill

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To a Madonna by Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where you shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a cloak in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...

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Friendship Poem

added by Lovetreehill

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Autumn Sonnet by Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the animals of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us love each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are you not, like me, an autumnal sun,...

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Poetry

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Confession by Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed by furtively,
With ears pricked up, or else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...

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Lenore by Edgar Allan Poe

posted by Lovetreehill

LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The...

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Landscape by Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

I would, to compose my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me by the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.

It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
Appear in the heavens, the lamps in the windows,
The streams of smoke rise in the firmament
And the moon spread out her pale enchantment.
I shall see the springtimes, the...

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Poetry

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Theological Immortal Romance

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Poetry

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Poets

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Poetry - Words

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The Love Divine (The Sequel)

added by kevinbwright

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THE POEM

posted by juicyjossy9

Read alone...
I believe whatever is in store for us will be for us. The poem is very true, unfortunately. Make sure you read it.

CASE 1: Kelly Sedey had one wish, for her boyfriend of three years, David Marsden, to propose to her. Then one day when she was out to lunch David proposed!
She accepted, but then had to leave because she had a meeting in 20 minutes. When she got to her office, she noticed on her computer she had some emails.
She checked it, the usual stuff from her friends, but then she saw one that she had never gotten before. It was this poem. She simply deleted it without even...

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Autumn Song by Paul Verlaine

posted by Lovetreehill

With long sobs
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
and montonous
sound.

Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;

and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.

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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.

ENDYMION – Book I (part 2)

posted by juicyjossy9

John Keats

(1795–1821)

Upon the sides of Latmos was outspread
A mighty forest; for the moist earth fed
So plenteously all weed-hidden roots
Into o’er-hanging boughs, and precious fruits.
And it had gloomy shades, sequestered deep,
Where no man went; and if from shepherd’s keep
A lamb strayed far a-down those inmost glens,
Never again saw he the happy pens
Whither his brethren, bleating with content,
Over the hills at every nightfall went.
Among the shepherds, ’twas believed ever,
That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever
From the white flock, but pass’d unworried
By angry wolf, or pard with...

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Examination of Conscience at Midnight by Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

Examination of Conscience at Midnight

The clock striking midnight
Ironically invites us
To call to mind what use we made
Of the day that is fleeing:
— Today, a fateful date,
Friday the thirteenth we have
In spite of everything we know
Lived the life of a heretic;

We have blasphemed Jesus,
The one God one cannot deny!
Like a parasite at the table
Of some monstrous Croesus,
We have, to please the brute,
Worthy vassal of the Demons,
Hurled insults at that which we love
And flattered what repulses us.

Servile hangman, we have saddened
The weak man, wrongfully despised,
Saluted enormous Folly,
Folly with the brow...