Your Favorite Poems

[sesor]

Heard it from another room,
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep,
Loves like suicide.
Dazed out in a garden bed,
With a broken neck lays my broken gift,
Just like suicide.

And my last ditch,
Was my last brick,
Lent to finish her,
Finish her.

Bit down on the bullet now,
I had a taste so sour,
I had to think of something sweet,
Loves like suicide.
Safe outside my gilded cage,
With an ounce of pain,
I wield a ton of rage,
Just like suicide.

With eyes of blood,
And bitter blue,
How I feel for you,
I feel for you.

She lived like a murder,
How she'd fly so sweetly.
She lived like a murder,
But she died,
Just like suicide...

[GnFnR87]

Heard it from another room,
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep,
Loves like suicide.
Dazed out in a garden bed,
With a broken neck lays my broken gift,
Just like suicide.

And my last ditch,
Was my last brick,
Lent to finish her,
Finish her.

Bit down on the bullet now,
I had a taste so sour,
I had to think of something sweet,
Loves like suicide.
Safe outside my gilded cage,
With an ounce of pain,
I wield a ton of rage,
Just like suicide.

With eyes of blood,
And bitter blue,
How I feel for you,
I feel for you.

She lived like a murder,
How she'd fly so sweetly.
She lived like a murder,
But she died,
Just like suicide...

incredible... who wrote this?

[Vicious Wishes]

A palace you can never see
The Queen who would never be
On an empty throne
She sits all alone
But in her dreams she's always free

A castle for a man
The King who couldn't stand
He's looking for her now
He'll find her somehow
But his castle's built on sand

The King and Queen and everything between
A story told of love to me
Dream of a life
And what could be
The King and Queen and everything

[sesor]

Heard it from another room,
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep,
Loves like suicide.
Dazed out in a garden bed,
With a broken neck lays my broken gift,
Just like suicide.

And my last ditch,
Was my last brick,
Lent to finish her,
Finish her.

Bit down on the bullet now,
I had a taste so sour,
I had to think of something sweet,
Loves like suicide.
Safe outside my gilded cage,
With an ounce of pain,
I wield a ton of rage,
Just like suicide.

With eyes of blood,
And bitter blue,
How I feel for you,
I feel for you.

She lived like a murder,
How she'd fly so sweetly.
She lived like a murder,
But she died,
Just like suicide...

incredible... who wrote this?

me...
no only joking lol its a soundgarden song 'Like Suicide'i cant remember which album its on. Superunknown perhaps? Anywho it's a great song.

[pilferk]

Does "There once was a man from Nantucket" count?



Seriously, I'm a fan of pretty much all of Poe's stuff.

[GnFnR87]

Heard it from another room,
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep,
Loves like suicide.
Dazed out in a garden bed,
With a broken neck lays my broken gift,
Just like suicide.

And my last ditch,
Was my last brick,
Lent to finish her,
Finish her.

Bit down on the bullet now,
I had a taste so sour,
I had to think of something sweet,
Loves like suicide.
Safe outside my gilded cage,
With an ounce of pain,
I wield a ton of rage,
Just like suicide.

With eyes of blood,
And bitter blue,
How I feel for you,
I feel for you.

She lived like a murder,
How she'd fly so sweetly.
She lived like a murder,
But she died,
Just like suicide...

incredible... who wrote this?

me...
no only joking lol its a soundgarden song 'Like Suicide'i cant remember which album its on. Superunknown perhaps? Anywho it's a great song.

haha i thought it sounded familar. thanx. that Chris Cornell sure knows how to write awesome lyrics....

[Mauve_All]

Does "There once was a man from Nantucket" count?



Seriously, I'm a fan of pretty much all of Poe's stuff.

You should post some of Poe's work then, I have only read "The Raven" ...

[Mauve_All]

Because

by Sara Teasdale

Oh, because you never tried
To bow my will or break my pride,
And nothing of the cave-man made
You want to keep me half afraid,
Nor ever with a conquering air
You thought to draw me unaware --
Take me, for I love you more
Than I ever loved before.
 
And since the body's maidenhood
Alone were neither rare nor good
Unless with it I gave to you
A spirit still untrammeled, too,
Take my dreams and take my mind
That were masterless as wind;
And "Master!" I shall say to you
Since you never asked me to. 

[Vicious Wishes]

I'm in a prison cell
That I made all alone
I layed every brick and set every stone
I put up the bars
To hold me in
I've payed all the guards
To keep me from sin
But I've sinned anyway
I've gone off the path
I've lived a bad way
And worked at my craft
I've gotten so good, I fool everyone else
But the best trick I learned
Was fooling myself

[sesor]

Heard it from another room,
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep,
Loves like suicide.
Dazed out in a garden bed,
With a broken neck lays my broken gift,
Just like suicide.

And my last ditch,
Was my last brick,
Lent to finish her,
Finish her.

Bit down on the bullet now,
I had a taste so sour,
I had to think of something sweet,
Loves like suicide.
Safe outside my gilded cage,
With an ounce of pain,
I wield a ton of rage,
Just like suicide.

With eyes of blood,
And bitter blue,
How I feel for you,
I feel for you.

She lived like a murder,
How she'd fly so sweetly.
She lived like a murder,
But she died,
Just like suicide...

incredible... who wrote this?

me...
no only joking lol its a soundgarden song 'Like Suicide'i cant remember which album its on. Superunknown perhaps? Anywho it's a great song.

haha i thought it sounded familar. thanx. that Chris Cornell sure knows how to write awesome lyrics....

Haha yeah, he sure does =) I just love this song, it's soo...pretty =) and i think the lyrics are brilliant.

[Mauve_All]

This is one of my favourite poems

A Fairly Sad Tale
by Dorothy Parker


I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush and roar of fire,
The sweet transparency of glass,
The tenderness of April grass,
The durability of granite;
But me- I don't know how to plan it.
The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock
Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.
They broke my heart, they stilled my song,
And said they had to run along,
Explaining, so to sop my tears,
First came their parents or careers.
But ever does experience
Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense!
Though she's a fool who seeks to capture
The twenty-first fine, careless rapture,
I must go on, till ends my rope,
Who from my birth was cursed with hope.
A heart in half is chaste, archaic;
But mine resembles a mosaic-
The thing's become ridiculous!
Why am I so? Why am I thus?

[sisterofyu]

a poem left
shaped herself in life
formed by god and words
sleep takes over

now I am awake

because I see
your face
in the lines

I use letters to write
as they form your smile
your personality set in pages

hearing the news and
shedding the dense emotions
onto recycled sheets

I see you
in a phrase
from page
on the stage
behind mics and words

shadows cover your thin skin
afraid to let everyone see
because
sight can only unveil
so much pain
so much joy

until you have to just
come to terms
let go
let it all on the line
to many people are afraid to tell the truth
but you were not, poem
you were not afraid

your voice over phone lines
reciting
your heart

not everyone can hear the truth
listening stops when pain is felt
but i feel the pain

now...
still...
I am awake
as you fell
into
sleep
you are an unfinished poem
still finding
yourself
in eternity


unfinished poem ? for ELLE, Miami
by Benjamin Hughes
Copyright ? 2005

[sisterofyu]

some men

some men are islands,
separated by water, tho
still part of the earth's crust,
as it were.
still connected, but from
a distance, connected by
different molecules,
water not soil.
people contact them, tho,
these men separate from the
rest by a tenuous at best string
of atoms, of matter, or pure
energy

-kpaul.mallasch

[sisterofyu]

by Kim Addonizio?
 
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight,
 I want to wear it until someone tears it off me.
 I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath.
 I want to walk down the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their caf?, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
 from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
 to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in

[Jessica]

If I Should Die
by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her iights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

[Doc Emmett Brown]

I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you

I like that.  The imagery in the poem is strong and provocative.
--


Give me back my broken night
My mirror'ed room, my secret life
Its lonely here
Theres no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby
Thats an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree thats left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture
Give back the Berlin Wall
Give me Stalin and Pt. Paul
Ive seen the future, brother
It is murder

Things are going to slide in all directions
Wont be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it has overturned
The order of the soul
When they said repent
I wonder what they meant
When they said repent
I wonder what they meant
When they said repent
I wonder what they meant

You dont know me from the wind
You never will, you never did
Im the little jew
Who wrote the bible
Ive seen nations rise and fall
Ive heard their stories, heard them all
But loves the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
To say it clear, to say it cold
Its over, it aint going
Any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
You feel the devils riding crop
Get ready for the future
It is murder

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
Western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
Therell be phantoms
Therell be fires in the road
And the white man dancing
You'll see your woman
Hanging upside down
Her features covered by her fallen gown
And all the lousy little poets
Coming round
Trying to sound like Charlie Manson

Give me back the Berlin Wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
Give me Christ
Or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We dont like children anyhow
Ive seen the future, baby
It is murder

LEONARD COHEN

[Axlfreek]

A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

[Mauve_All]

Blue
by May Swenson

Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs
shoot back of your ears' Rose
that tongues like to feel
the maze of, slip into the funnel,
tell a thunder-whisper to.
When I kiss, your eyes' straight
lashes down crisp go like doll's
blond straws. Glazed iris Roses,
your lids unclose to Blue-ringed
targets, their dark sheen-spokes
almost green. I sink in Blue-
black Rose-heart holes until you
blink. Pink lips, the serrate
folds taste smooth, and Rosehip-
round, the center bud I suck.
I milknip your two Blue-skeined
blown Rose beauties, too, to sniff
their berries' blood, up stiff
pink tips. You're white in
patches, only mostly Rose,
buckskin and saltly, speckled
like a sky. I love your spots,
your white neck, Rose, your hair's
wild straw splash, silk spools
for your ears. But where white
spouts out, spills on your brow
to clear eyepools, wheel shafts
of light, Rose, you are Blue.

[Jessica]

We sued to do alexander technique and voice work on this.


Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
    Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

    But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
    Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
    A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
    As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
    By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
    And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
    As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
    A mighty fountain momently was forced :
    Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
    Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
    Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
    And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
    It flung up momently the sacred river.
    Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
    Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
    Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
    And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
    And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
    Ancestral voices prophesying war !
    The shadow of the dome of pleasure
    Floated midway on the waves ;
    Where was heard the mingled measure
    From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
    A damsel with a dulcimer
    In a vision once I saw :
    It was an Abyssinian maid,
    And on her dulcimer she played,
    Singing of Mount Abora.
    Could I revive within me
    Her symphony and song,
    To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

[the dirt]

                                                    Old Africa


Where am I?
It's very dark...
I hear my breathing.
I manage to see clouds tinted in sunrise or sunset.
I place a hand on the ground.
Feels like sand and moisture.
I could almost smell it.
I place another hand down,
slowly pushing myself halfway to a kneel.
Raising my head and rubbing my eyes...
Sunrise.

Lions stride across the furthest view
Hills rugged,
                  gravelled hues.

A step at a time,
I watch them lumber from over a peak.
They move slowly.
I'm beginning to think they know I'm here.

Green fervent isles.
     Terrestrial Mammals
         and the ever so resting mountains,
              calm,
                  cool,
                      extinct,
                          miles.

Potent greetings
from bold bridges of rock.
                                 Streems.

A wilderness child runs to me
           from the summit.
He sings a song.
Protecting what's left;
strangers, guests
                   of this ancient land
                                           vexed,

"Trees bewildered
    trees send rest
      Comfort life
        Dear mother's breast
          Clutching down
            the weakened wild
               Loving at least
                 Anger so mild!"

Run away child!
run to your home
   and from the dangers
           of the African hunt
I will resume this desert mile
           Hot, endless, decrepit and vile

Onward the curtains of fever do fall.
       Through distant mountains,
               a sunset fireball.

Creatures of harm seekfull.
                            I'm unnarmed.

Mad drumming.
Red dripping hunger.
Dancing is a man,
Calling on thunder,

      Unlock the rain!
      Unlock the rain!
      Unlock the rain!

Armed with spears are a circle of natives.
    Could it be for something more
        than feeding those of the tribe?
          I watch them hidden
             within a furrow.

Could it be an ivory quest?
Could they be preparing
    for ceremony?
Could it all be for something
    that is much more?
Maybe to capture and put to rest a killer mammal?
    They seem excited now.
        They begin to run.
                         Towards me?
        I better leave.

             The hunt begins...

There is a distinct shine within the groove.
     Insect gold mine.
         Saphir gardens.
There are riches beneath the sand.
                 Earth to plunder.
                     What can I carry by hand?

       I still don't know what's out there.

I begin to climb.
Raindrops now.
Rotting killed meets
protruding earth's ground.

Slipping beneath the moon's soft gleam,
        trepid behavior,
            I call and I scream.

Caged suffocation,
    My skin feels
       stripped,
             burnt,
    sleep that melts manacles.
It's getting darker...

I have awakened to warmth.
   The hills and trees are moving past me,
       vultures and hyenas I leave behind.
            African gold I did not have time.

Moving,
         Riding?
                Protected.

         Sunrise.

Moving.
         Enriched travel.
     Faster,
              faster,
                      erected.

Emaciated horces three.
                 They were coming to get me.
                    And now on the back of the leading horse.
                         I am marvelled by the upcoming
                                                                                   Horizon.

Safe.
    It's quiet.
       Lions in the distance,
         feeding off the dead.
            Vultures in heat,
                  raving,
                     I dread.
Where are we headed?

Mountain awake.
Pottery of face,
protecting souls of African dead.
Horse keep moving steadily ahead.

Love in the eyes that see all.
Silent and understood.
Violence that never would.

How are they alive?
These weak bodied horses
continue the journey
    in a determined stride.
       They carry the burdens
          of a continent's remorse inside.

As the gallop begins to slow
     and the time becomes erased,
            the madness defaced,
our ride moves past creatures with questions
                                                              with answers.

Up ahead I see a pool of clear water.

The horses slow to a halt.
      and begin to gesture
          towards its beaty.

I slide off the horse
     and begin to walk.
          The ground is hot
             and all this time on horseback
                I hadn't notices I was barefoot,
                                                        and more so,
                                                                 I was naked.

I can see within
the pool's shallow water.
I can see the sand at it's bottom,
the pebbles and stones too.

I step inside, and find it's center.
                       There is no life
                           that I can make out
                                      within it.

                     This water so pure.
                         I know this place is sacred.
                     Do I have the right?

Then I remember my journey
   and I regard the horses
         with love and thanks.
Emaciated,
         sick and weary.
These horses
                     saved
                              carried and nursed me.

Divine.
Dearest to all.
               They speak to god,
               with African voice.
They brought me here.
                      I am welcomed.

I drink from the water,
emerge from the pool
and sit at the nearest bank.

       They begin to drink
           I walk over after they are done
               and I thank them.
                  I fall asleep
                     at sundown.
                            Goodnight.

Bizarre.
      Awoke in a cave.
         This warm place.
            A softbound holding.
               Heart beating, light seeking.
                   Dear mother unfold me.

Mother caress me,
            I drink your smile.
Mother address me,
            a wilderness child.

African gold, send me home
      African gold,
                         emaciated,
                                          old.
      African gold I was never told about
         the dawn
             the night,
                   the wisdom of an awakening,
                                                            so bright.

The rewards of divinity,
           I understand infinity.
Old Africa, Old Africa,
            unconventional zoo.
Old Africa, Old Africa,
                        The world nobody knew...

Climbing from the cave,
        I have arrived again.
               The air is cool
                        and comfortable.

I have spotted a lion.
            and he has spotted me.
We walk past each other.
                            We are free.



(C)