Sighs.......
Sighs.......
"The secret of contentment is the realization that life is a gift not a right".
Well i just instantly thought about it...
making the world round round and roundOriginally Posted by MadammeCal
like a lion rouring in roud of land louder
with loving once make the day goes round round and round
Last edited by literature2005; 11-20-2005 at 06:28 AM.
I think that it's impossible to say what is the best love poem 'cause in my opinion there's just the best of the day, you know i mean?
Anyway there's just a sentence running through my head everyday that in my opinion explicates the best is possible the concept of love.Its by E. Bronte's W.H. here it is...
"...I am Heatcliff".
And that's all.
Poems are something strange, i mean some of them touch your mind because of the brightest words(as Dickinson's poems)some of them are just like a punch in your stomach and probably those are the real poems...unforgettable cause simple.
oh Sub,
that is an amazing poem. I have a question in my mind though-how does she become his. Does not becoming his mean doing all of those things really, I mean in a way. because it is the sum total of all she is and feels folding into his being that makes her his. Or is it?
love is such a mystery,such an unfathomable deep, who can really know it fully?
Hello everyone...
it's not a poem but I couldn't find another suitable thread to put in.
My love for you will never die
Years from now, when life takes you away, or changes you, it will take my love along with you.
You and my love will be one,
Wherever you are, it will accompany you
On the long dark nights, my love will help you see the daylight again
With all your dreams, you may forget my love's presence
Even when you achieve them, you may forget to look back & see my love that helped you reach your place
But still... my love will help you every step of your way
When you get old and the hard days are upon you,
My heart will love you like you've never been loved before
And when you search through your memories, you will find your heart
You will find me and only me...
You will realize that you've loved me all along
That with every dream you'd go after
Your love for me would grow...
And One day, you will know that deep inside
I was your one and only dream
Last edited by Jannah; 01-15-2006 at 06:27 PM.
As I read "This iwll not win him" all I could think of was Vincent giving his ear to the woman he loved.
Jannah, who wrote that??
Irish poets, learn your trade!
-Yeats
I wrote it just yesterday.
Woops, sorry guys. didn't know that this thread is for poems of famous poets only. i'll pay attention next time!
Haha, no offence in what went through my min while reading the poem. I just looked at a VanGogh, so the whole concept of "this will win him" was so built in my head. What would you do if a guy gave you his ear eh?
Ah well.
Irish poets, learn your trade!
-Yeats
Lol! I know what you mean, but hey, I never heard of a guy who gave his ear to a woman. (""back to reality"")
Vincent VanGogh literally gave his ear to a woman in order to profess his love. I guess it is a truely romantic gift, no matter how creepy. He literally sacrificed his human figure for her. Anyway she turned him down.
As for a love poem nomination ... heres a popular classic that i love.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W.B Yeats
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Irish poets, learn your trade!
-Yeats
Van Gogh literally DID THAT? Unbelievable!
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I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I've always loved that one of W.B. Yeats...
I've always liked Pope's Eloisa to Abelard, but I'm not sure it qualifies as a love poem.
Love Will Find Out the Way
Anonymous
OVER the mountains
And over the waves,
Under the fountains
And under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest, 5
Which Neptune obey;
Over rocks that are steepest
Love will find out the way.
Where there is no place
For the glow-worm to lie; 10
Where there is no space
For receipt of a fly;
Where the midge dares not venture
Lest herself fast she lay;
If love come, he will enter 15
And soon find out his way.
You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward from his flight; 20
But if she whom love doth honour
Be conceal’d from the day,
Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.
Some think to lose him 25
By having him confined;
And some do suppose him,
Poor thing, to be blind;
But if ne’er so close ye wall him,
Do the best that you may, 30
Blind love, if so ye call him,
Will find out his way.
You may train the eagle
To stoop to your fist;
Or you may inveigle 35
The phoenix of the east;
The lioness, ye may move her
To give o’er her prey;
But you’ll ne’er stop a lover:
He will find out his way. 40
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven....
awwwww...That poem stunned me when I read it..I first saw it a novel I read.
The describtion is flawless & timeless...
This is an eye catching poem.
On Monsieur's Departure
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love & yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do,yet dare not say I ever ment,
I seem stark mute but ijnward do prat.
I am & not,freeze & yet am burned.
Since from myself & another self I turned
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying,flies when I persue it,
Stands & lies by me,doth what I have done
His familiar care doth mke me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast ,
Till by the end of things it be surprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft & made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel,love and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink,be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die & so forget what love ere ment.
Itz not as passionate as the other poems..but it is attributed to Elizabeth I.
And after considering how passive women of that era was I think it is a very romantic gesture..And besides I love a poem with a history attached to it..
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