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
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
I Give You These Verses So That If My Name
I give you these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored by a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,
Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And by a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;
Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O you who, like an ephemeral ghost,
Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found you repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall angel with a brow of bronze!
I give you these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored by a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,
Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And by a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;
Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O you who, like an ephemeral ghost,
Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found you repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall angel with a brow of bronze!
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list, so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been a most familiar bird
Taught me my alphabet to say
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things !
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
Eldorado
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search for Eldorado.
But he grew old –
This knight so bold –
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell, as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado
And, as his strength
Failed at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
“Shadow,” said he ,
“Where can it be, -
This land of Eldorado?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride , boldly ride,”
The shade replied,
“If you seek for Eldorado!”
- Edgar Allan Poe
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search for Eldorado.
But he grew old –
This knight so bold –
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell, as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado
And, as his strength
Failed at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
“Shadow,” said he ,
“Where can it be, -
This land of Eldorado?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride , boldly ride,”
The shade replied,
“If you seek for Eldorado!”
- Edgar Allan Poe
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.
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.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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.
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)
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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)
i listen to the heart beat hit my roof
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent grass that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that heart of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to hare this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those questions
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent grass that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that heart of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to hare this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those questions
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??
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??
told you there was a clown~!
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!
