English Poetry

btw.. since we have so many contributers here, why dont we also start discussing the poems that we are posting? Trying to compare notes on what we understood from a given poem?
or maybe celebrate poet weeks?

Sure, please do shivani

Shadow Poetry

Hidden within the shadows of night
Poets by the dozens begin to write
Pens, the paintbrush of imagination
Blank paper, a canvas of creation
Verses in rhythm, a rhyming scheme
A poet's life, a written dream
Seeking the light, souls revealed
Sharing of poetry, once concealed

The Me That I'm Not

Who is the me that hides in the shadows,
Playing hide and seek with the me that I see.
I capture a glimpse every once in awhile,
But when I turn to look, I am gone again.
I fear the dark places where the other me dwells,
Those anguished corridors that would lead me to my self.
Housing hidey-holes for the me that I am not,
The passageways seemingly go on forever,
Only to eventually disappear all together.
The me that I cannot see,
Gleefully taunts from its secret places,
“I bet you can’t catch me!”
And try as hard as I might,
I cannot seem to capture the other me.
The one who hides and the one who mocks,
The one who certainly can’t be me.

by Laurie Benedict

Suhas, Catch, Shiv...

Hey aaplok ye peom thread ko dress thread banadala...

BTW welcome Pinky to the thread - sorry I am late - could not
log in few days due to work pressure

GR8 poems all of you - it is lovely to share
these with like minded people..

Now, something from my side

]I Should Not Dare

by Emily Dickinson

I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because if he should die
While I was gone and I -too late,
Should reach the heart that wanted me,

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see
And could not bear to shut until
He noticed me, -he noticed me,

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I'd come -so sure I'd come
It listening, listening went to sleep
Reciting my tardy name.

My heart would wish it broke before
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Is useless as next morning's sun
To erase a midnight's tear.


Love's Trinity

by Alfred Austin

Soul, heart, and body, we thus singly name,
Are not in love divisible and distinct,
But each with each inseparably link'd.
One is not honour, and the other shame,
But burn as closely fused as fuel, heat, and flame.

They do not love who give the body and keep
The heart ungiven; nor they who yield the soul,
And guard the body. Love doth give the whole;
Its range being high as heaven, as ocean deep,
Wide as the realms of air or planet's curving sweep.

Good on Catch ..simple and lovely..

A Celestial Fantasy

An Angel cried beside my bed last night.
I held her face and wiped away a tear,
I opened up my arms and held her tight,
And never dreamed that Paradise was near.
Her perfect form, her first sweet earthbound kiss
Creating such exotic harmony.
Ethereal enchantment gave such bliss
That Heaven opened wide its gates to me.

Warm is the love that mends this aching heart.
Impassioned fires that make my body whole!
Begin the dance and let Love's music start
And weave your web around my long lost soul.

For I am you, and you, Sweet Love, are me;
Entwined together in our Poetry.

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Eternal Love
No love can last forever;
No love remains sublime.
But sometimes there's a moment
in the canopy of time.

A fleeting, precious moment
when all the world stands still;
That subtle special second
that only love can fill.

Small minutes of seclusion
that only lovers share;
Mere temporal diffusions
may never venture there.

A place of perfect passion,
a glade of joy and tears,
Where love may reign, enduring,
throughout the passing years.

Then when our time is ended,
and days are judged complete,
There may be, in the Cosmos,
a place where lovers meet.

So why should we be troubled
For who can question why,
if spirits are immortal
Then how can true love die?

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Both the poems written by Thomas Vaughan

Liked this one a lot ..

Dimps .. you always post nicest of ED .. thanks a lot

[i] When You Are Old


By W.B.Yates



When you are old and grey and full of sleep

Nodding by the fire, take down this book

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

your eyes had once, and theit shadows deep



How many loved your moments of glad grace

and loved your beauty with love false or true

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

And loved the sorrows of your changing face



And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

[quote name='shivani' date='May 9 2006, 11:57 PM' post='251644']
lovley poems all of you..
Welcome to thread Pinky and Snita

Thanks, Shivani!

She is Venus, when she smiles;
But she’s Juno, when she walks,
And Minerva, when she talks.

The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
And though the sound were parted thence,
Still left an echo in the sense.

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‘That Women are but Men’s Shadows’ (1616)

Follow a shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women truly then
Styled but the shadows of us men?

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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.

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A lily of a day
Is fairer far, in May,
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauty see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.

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Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered, still perfumed,
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art’s hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,
Than all the adulteries of art;
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

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Soul of the Age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare...
Thou art a monument, without a tomb,
And art alive still while thy book doth live,
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.

‘To the Memory of Mr William Shakespeare’

This figure that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut,
Wherein the graver had a strife
With Nature, to out-do the life:
O could he but have drawn his wit
As well in brass, as he has hit
His face; the print would then surpass
All that was ever writ in brass:
But since he cannot, reader, look
Not on his picture, but his book.

On the Portrait of Shakespeare,

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All of the above by Ben Jonson

Be Careful For Some

By ; Diana.F.Gatewood

Be careful do not speak
For some are strong
And some are weak


Be careful choose wise
For some are true
Some just tell lies


Be careful of who you love
For some take for granted of
What we were sent from above


Be careful, be very aware
For some takes our love
Some doesn't really care


Be careful of what you thought
you have to gain
For some will say i love you
And turn around and leave you in pain


Be careful do turn and run
For some will love you and
Some will say it was only for fun!!!

If You Could Read My Mind
Gordon Lightfoot

If you could read my mind love,
what a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie
about a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
with chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me
and I will never be set free
as long as I'm a ghost that you can see.


If I could read your mind love,
what a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
the kind the drugstore sells.
When you reach the part where the heartaches
come the hero would be me.
Heroes often fail.
And you won't read that book again
because the endings just to hard to take.

Love that song - haven't heard for ages - thanks for reminding.

Here's another one:


A MESSAGE TO THE WIND
(Gordon Lightfoot)

Hold my hand, so I can hold you in my heart
Hold my hand, so I can guide you through the forest of the night
By the sea upon the raging tide

A message to the wind
I must begin to write of love and rain

Touch my heart for it is beating just for you
Hear my song, as I sing it to the lost and lonely ones
If there were time to spend another day

A message to the wind
I would begin if he could blow my thoughts to you

Hold my hand, now it is time for me to go
Take my love and let it rest
for we must meet again somehow

When you're alone and willows start to bend
and rain begins to fall
at times you will pretend and not pretend at all
I'll be with you again

A message to the wind

That's a nice one snita, one that touches the heart