It's always good to hear feedback from others, whether good or bad. I have started a new blog that deals with my other passion, and that would be the compassion for those less fortunate. You make me who I am at this point, mold me in every way. Can we sing as if we were light, hand in hand sheltered in shade, under a strong sun? But here's the way I save the day-- I simply think of you. Autoplay next video In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across the rooting air, The substance forked that marrowed the first sun, And, burning ciphers on the round of space, Heaven and hell mixed as they spun. We have our flaws and so many imperfections.
I get too hot and sweat a lot. So I would have had him leave, So I would have had her stand and grieve, So he would have left As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised, As the mind deserts the body it has used. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should love, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! She reciprocated and I was the happiest person on this planet. The girl was weeping inconsolably because she couldn't visit her mother's grave to share her tears of love and bereavement. I think I made you up inside my head. I love the beauty of their words and their social conscience.
When I am without you, it is your face I imagine. He put up with all my negative and then some and I thank God for him. If you hesitate in beginning your action, you can never dream of winning. The Most Romantic Free Poems On Chilly Winter Nights On chilly winter nights, I love for you to hold me and caress my back. Your hands moved over my face like small clouds. There are fierce men on this island. It is the unbetrayable reply Whose accent no farewell can know.
I cultivate myself where the sun gutters from the sky, where the sea swings in like an iron gate and we touch. They are the most gorgeous shade of blue. My pulse beats like a kettle drum and keeps me up at night. Each day not quite the same, always something new, I never knew love, until I found you. I've never seen an angel But, I feel it could be you. Meeting at Night by Robert Browning The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
And onward, as bells off San Salvador Salute the crocus lustres of the stars, In these poinsettia meadows of her tides,— Adagios of islands, O my Prodigal, Complete the dark confessions her veins spell. These things do not remember you, belovèd, And yet your touch upon them will not pass. Be sure that these short but very romantic verses will make her cry. And even though now our love is so very new, I will forever hope that this dream will come true. In my opinion the ten best love poets are Louise Bogan, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Burns, Hart Crane, e. But again Thank you for your kind words and outlook of my work, Hope to hear more from u when I post more of my writings.
Eliot Stand on the highest pavement of the stair — Lean on a garden urn — Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair — Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise — Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair. I should have lost a gesture and a pose. I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I am afraid to love another, But afraid I should not be, For I will find another perfect for me. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Clearly, the poet is not.
Love Letter by Sylvia Plath Not easy to state the change you made. The staves are shuttled over with a stark Unprinted silence. I know we fight every now and then, But please know I will love you until the end. Waiting for us to be together. Let that little park with greenish marble busts In the pearl-gray light, under a summer drizzle, Remain as it was when you opened the gate.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. Ernest Dowson's influence on T. Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! Beginning Of Love by Christine McClimans Outside the snow is falling Quietly, not a sound There is starlight and moonlight.
The unintentional way of linking two minds. Men kill for this, or for as much. And what of the dead? Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost. Me for you and you for me. It seems to progress in enthralling stages. And I slept on like a bent finger.
There is no tide here to obliterate Your oversight. I should find Some way incomparably light and deft, Some way we both should understand, Simple and faithless as a smile and a shake of the hand. It's true that every good and perfect gift is from above. The good critiques of course gives me a more positive outlook to continue wth the ways to continue writing and the ways to change up cetain ones written. I never thought I would find that special someone until I found him.