poems......?

Question

please submitt your fave poem...
i collect them:)
thanx

Answer 1

my favourite two poems are as follows:

O, shall I be like the lotus,
And bring you dark dreams and soft sighs
Or shall I be like the rose is,
Sweet-scented and tempting your eyes

For the unending sleep can seduce you,
To the world behind uning eyes
And the beauty that beckons, then cuts you,
Is also the cruelest of lies

and


THE DARK NIGHT.

Bold anger is a most pointed sword
To stab the end of love’s dear fantasy
To end a romance with an angry word
To feel relief at ideas of footloose-free
Then comes the dark of long duration
A clock which ticks the lonely hours
In that dark of night is the sensation
That ‘Mine’ is not so sweet as ’Ours’


They were written by one whose a personal friend of mine and uses the name of Rasputin to post her poems.
They forever are dear to me.

Answer 2

If I could catch a rainbow!

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me

I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there

- Sydney Thacker –

Answer 3

Song

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy

--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.


- Allen Ginsberg, San Jose (1954)

Answer 4

A letter...,
A rose...?
Where did I loose you?
Follows,

I love you,
more than the sea.
Empty and motionless,
I need you with me.

Shall I possess you?
To make you mine,
I have watched from afar.
Eye's divine.

For if you need me,
For if you care.
I will be here ready,
To help you there.

Answer 5

I crave your mouth... by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Answer 6

Roses are red,
violets are blue
this poem right here
I write for you!

Answer 7

I ran up the door,opend the stairs said my pajamas an put on my prayers turned off my bed tumbled in to my light and all because he kissed me goodnight

Answer 8

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

e.e. cummings, my fav poet. This is one of my many fav poems of his!!

Answer 9

If asked why I love her I would say
It’s the sway in her hips,
the thickness in her thighs.
It’s the lust in her lips,
the love in her eyes.
It’s the softness of her skin,
the silk in her hair.
It’s the twist in her walk;
it’s the sweetness in her talk.
It’s the way she loves me
that makes me love her each day.
That is what I would say.

Answer 10

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