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The Grave said to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose said to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
더 많이 strangely than the dew,
To God's own 천사 new,"
The Grave said to the Rose.

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LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE

La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
posted by BritAshPos
Even if all the news channels got ruined
의해 how much I hate TV
Even if smiles went out of style
And all the sunsets were extinguished
Even if doctrines and duties were covered up
Even if action 영화 stopped
Even if pleasures in life were destroyed
And even if one final poem was written today
Just as long as 당신 stay with me
And the feeling of your embrace remains
As well as the 키스 당신 reinvent each day
And as long as your essence, your melancholy
Remains here in this place forever
After the sunset
Because I do...
I do depend on you
And if 당신 were to stay with me
So would life itself
posted by keturahk
(alright so this is crap but just go with it. i def wrote it in like 7th grade so... -.-
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to 사랑 and them 사랑 me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought 사랑 was just a silly game ............ i want to 사랑 and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed 의해 furtively,
With ears pricked up, 또는 else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...
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posted by stellie
I wrote this when I was still figuring out who I am and when I was clearly lost, about 2 years ago. Here goes:
Fake friends
I'm tired of pretending
That I'm always happy
When I'm some times
NOT!

I've got fake friends
Who call themselves
My friends
When they're NOT!

Friends are true,
They don't lie,
They don't pretend
And they're there 4 u.

My 프렌즈 aren't true,
They do lie,
They pretend every day
And they aren't there 4 me.

How can 1 be happy
When they're pretending
And hiding
From reality.

No 1 is gonna kill u
When u stop pretending
They'll have 2 except u
As u'll have 2 except them.

I know it will be hard
2 turn...
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The tiny ballerina figurine
As unique as an owl in winter
As beautiful as 크리스마스 morning joy
It stands alone, looking at the other toys in the girl's room.
She remembers when she first got her.
Her birthday.
Will never forget her reaction.
Other 인형 came and went
But not the little figurine.
She dances slowly as the girl falls asleep
Her porcelin skin cold and shiny
Pretty white tutu dress
Always ready to dance and bring happiness
One 일 she was ignored
Weeks and days went by
Her owner, forgetting her presence.
The girl grew more, and her nightlight went
Making the ballerina feel scared and alone.
The...
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This poem is written 의해 me

My eyes are heavy
Can't hold load of tears
Plants look so blank
And autumn winds can be hear.

The 꽃 will no 더 많이 bloom
I'll keep myself locked in room
They just 사랑 theirselves
Knows my story each book of my shelf.

Why every time spring ends,autumn starts
I wish I could buy happiness from some marts
Smell the same those 꽃 beside the stream that flow
I wonder how every time they grow .

These hard winds of sorrows make me shatter
Every time 꽃 and petals scatter
But I know I'll find the plants the same
I'll make them show the me and my fame.

I know someday the 꽃 will bloom again
It's a 원, 동그라미 attached 의해 a chain
Someday the spring will come back at my door
I will then say my worries are no more.

Autumn leaves scar but spring recovers each flower
Leaves will sure be green,flowers will bloom
Hopes will find their ways
Spring will come again someday.....
I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM. I FOUND IT ON FACEBOOK. The page was called The Writer's Circle, I think.

Today was the absolute worst 일 ever
And don't try to convince me that
There's something good in every 일
Because, if 당신 take a closer look,
The world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness doesn't last
And it's not true that
It's all in the mind and 심장
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one's surroundings are good
It's not true that good exists
The reality
Creates
My attitude
It's all beyond my control
And you'll never in a million years hear me me say that
Today was a good day.
(Now read it from the bottom up)
posted by africagirl
Wandered brood of Adam,
lost, bewildered people,
hear what I have to say.

Stop for a moment before the mountains
and for the simple sake of awe
be humbled, let your tears fall.

Look to, look through the air above,
be moved 의해 the sight of stars,
watch their bodies wheel.

Ask the thunder, see what lightning says,
the rain-bearing wind which blows
the good grey cloud, ask them.

The camel's old keen for her calf,
be hushed and hear it, hear how
the birds' song weeps with it: weep with them too.

How the sea sounds out its old chorus,
what moves in its abyssal womb:
acknowledge these and what they mean.

Examine...
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A poetic soliloquy from my friend Dustin. He wanted me to film it so I did - Dumping here so that 당신 guys can check it out.
video
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posted by Lovetreehill
LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the 벨 toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now 또는 nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid 관대, 보내 시 였다 low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The...
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posted by irena83
Loneliness,
but still
so many people
around you.

당신 hide,
당신 run,
당신 don't want
them to see you.

Wrapped 의해 fear
당신 can not escape.

당신 hide,
당신 run,
당신 don't want them
to see you.

Your thoughts
are the only thing
당신 can hear
clearly,
질문 everywhere,
당신 don't want
to be there.

당신 hide,
당신 run,
당신 don't want them
to see you.

Life
still holds you,
but 당신 feel dead.
Prayer!
Is it all
that is left?
It soothes you,
that moment
of silence.

당신 hide,
당신 run,
당신 don't want them
to see you.

겨울왕국 tears,
soul filled of toss,
darkness stains
your mind,
makes 당신 go insane.

당신 hide,
당신 run,
당신 don't want them
to see you.
posted by Lovetreehill
I would, to compose my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me 의해 the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.

It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
Appear in the heavens, the lamps in the windows,
The streams of smoke rise in the firmament
And the moon spread out her pale enchantment.
I shall see the springtimes, the...
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