English Poetry Options

[dimps]

Missing You

by kat anderson


Without you near, my world is an empty place
Each day goes by, gets harder to face
You've changed my world and now I smile
I decided to keep you around awhile

Time we've shared, I can't forget
I thank God for the day we met
You've set me free and I have grown
Because of the love, you've shown

I know it's hard while you are there
Think of our future and love we share
Alone sometimes the tears just fall
To hear your voice each time you call

I hold you in my dreams at night
The pain I felt, you made right
Because you know what I went through
All those years, of loving you

And now with the promise, of a (wedding) ring
You will always be, My Everything

[dimps]

Thinking Of You

by Tessa Chan-A-Shing

Despite the darkness that surrounds me
I always see a light–
A star, directly above,
Glittering and shining bright.

It reminds me of your smile
Which would always brighten my day.
I can only picture your face
As you live thousands of miles away.

So, every time I need you
I look up to the sky,
Searching for that star
That reminds me of your smile.

When I see that star
I hear you whisper in my ear,
"Remember, I promised you
I’ll always be there."

Then I can smile
Even though we’re far apart,
Because I know you’re here with me
And I’m forever in your heart.

[bawlachintu]

Good one, the last one, dimps !

[nasir]

"LEISURE"

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

By Wm. Henry Davies.


NASIR.


What's this Life full of Care
We have no time to stand and Star

[Reeth]

LONGING......

She rises uo from restless sleep, To greet yet another day
She wonders if he thought of her, As he started on his way


The first thing on her mind was him, And her love swells like a tide
She always starts her morning out, Wishing he were at her side


She looks up with saddened eyes, To catch a lonely stare
The lost girl in the mirror sighs, And brushes back her hair


For just a brief few moments, She smiles a secret smile
Her finger reaches out to trace, I love you, on the tile


Memories so bitter sweet, Go rushing through her head
Thoughts of how he held her close, As they shared the same soft bed


Music,Wine and Candlelight, Making love at break of day
Then the sadness of a brave goodbye, As she slowly walked away


She knew when it all started, Some days would feel this blue
Real love is worth the price you pay, And she knows this one is true


So she pulls herself together, as she whispers out his name
Not knowing many miles away, He's whispering the same

[shivani]

Empty Sky

No white elephant shaped clouds
Or grey fluff full of musky rain
Don't really miss the silver line

The brilliant stars seem too far
And seem pondering over something
Don't care much for moon to shine

No balloon ever wanders this way
Nor a bright yellow orange kite
Who bothers for a UFOs missing sign

Birds don't sing and fly here
Neither wind roar in vast spaces
This empty sky is all mine

[pinky]

You and i


You and I are connected in a way
that goes beyond romance, beyond friendship
beyond what we've ever had before
it has defied time, distance
and changes in ourselves
and in our lives.
It has defied every explanation.
Except one:
Pure and Simply, We're soul mates.


I can't explain, i just feel it
It's there in the way my spirit lifts
Whenever we talk
The sound of your voice brings me home,
in a way i can't explain
It's in the delight I feel, when we laugh
at exactly the same things
When I'm with you, it's like a tiny piece
of the universe shifts into place.
A place it's supposed to be, and all's right
with the world



These things and so many more have made
me understand that this is
once in a lifetime, forever connection
A connection, that could only exist
between you and me.
And deep in my soul
I know that our relationship is a rare gift.
One that brings us
Extraordinary happiness
all through our lives


- Anita Higgins -

[noorie]

Nothing Gold Can Stay
- Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

[noorie]

I Held A Jewel
-Emily Dickenson

I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"

I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own

[noorie]

Azure and gold
by Amy Lowell

April had covered the hills
With flickering yellows and reds,
The sparkle and coolness of snow
Was blown from the mountain beds.

Across a deep-sunken stream
The pink of blossoming trees,
And from windless appleblooms
The humming of many bees.

The air was of rose and gold
Arabesqued with the song of birds
Who, swinging unseen under leaves,
Made music more eager than words.

Of a sudden, aslant the road,
A brightness to dazzle and stun,
A glint of the bluest blue,
A flash from a sapphire sun.

Blue-birds so blue, 't was a dream,
An impossible, unconceived hue,
The high sky of summer dropped down
Some rapturous ocean to woo.

Such a colour, such infinite light!
The heart of a fabulous gem,
Many-faceted, brilliant and rare.
Centre Stone of the earth's diadem!.

Centre Stone of the Crown of the World,
"Sincerity" graved on your youth!
And your eyes hold the blue-bird flash,
The sapphire shaft, which is truth.

[noorie]

Remembrance
-Emily Bronte

Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
That noble heart for ever, ever more?

Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers
From those brown hills have melted into spring:
Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along:
Sterner desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven;
No second morn has ever shone for me:
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;

Then did I check the tears of useless passion,
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And even yet I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?

[noorie]

You and Me and P.B. Shelley
-Ogden Nash

What is life? Life is stepping down a step or sitting in a chair.
And it isn’t there.
Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.
Life is pulling doors marked PUSH and pushing doors marked PULL and not
noticing notices which say PLEASE USE OTHER DOOR.
It is when you diagnose a sore throat as an unprepared geography lesson
and send your child weeping to school only to be returned an hour
later covered with spots that are indubitable genuine.
Life is a concert with a trombone soloist filling in for Yehudi Menuhin.
But, were it not for frustration and humiliation
I suppose the human race would get ideas above its station.
Somebody once described Shelley as a beautiful and ineffective angel
beating his luminous wings against the void in vain.
Which is certainly describing with might and main.
But probably means that we are all brothers under our pelts.
And that Shelley went around pulling doors marked PUSH and pushing doors
marked PULL just like everybody else.

[noorie]

Funeral Blues
-W. H. Auden

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 crêpe 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 for ever: 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 wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

[pinky]

Mirror

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.
Whatever i see i swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful,
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time i meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart.But it flickers.
Faces and Darknes seperate us over and over.


Now i am a Lake.A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her.She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.


by Sylvia plath



The Falling Leaves


Today as i rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind or age or pestlence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish day.


by Margaret Postgate Cole

[noorie]

Poem 22 ( I gave myself to him )
by Emily Dickinson

I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way

The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, 'tis mutual risk,
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life, each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.