Love Poems for all you Romantics (79)
sasseez: guiri ..
If There's...
If There's...
wow that is so beautiful ..
thank you very much ..
guiriman: wow that is so beautiful ..
thank you very much ..
Just my thoughts in words guiri thank you very much ..
there was a girl from down under
whose farties roared like thunder
it wasn't for me such a deep mystery
it was the lightening that shook me asunder ..
whose farties roared like thunder
it wasn't for me such a deep mystery
it was the lightening that shook me asunder ..
oh guiri 
sasseez: oh guiri
<- macho make up .. 
guiriman: <- macho make up ..
wait il kiss you on the cheek then you will have one of these on you just from me 
IF
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Speak gently
David Bates (1809 - 1870)
Speak gently! It is better by far
To rule by love, than fear
Speak gently let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently! Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild:
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear
Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring—know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, "Peace, be still."
Speak gently!'tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
David Bates (1809 - 1870)
Speak gently! It is better by far
To rule by love, than fear
Speak gently let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently! Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild:
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear
Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring—know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, "Peace, be still."
Speak gently!'tis a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
Ibn Jakh (11th century's Andalusia - this was Arab land then)
Translation by Emilio Garcia Gomez and Cola Franzen
On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.
Inside the palanquins
on the camels' backs
I saw their faces beautiful as moons
behind veils of golden cloth.
Beneath the veils
tears crept like scorpions
over the fragrant roses
of their cheeks.
These scorpions do not harm
the cheek they mark.
They save their sting
for the heart of the sorrowful lover.
Translation by Emilio Garcia Gomez and Cola Franzen
On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.
Inside the palanquins
on the camels' backs
I saw their faces beautiful as moons
behind veils of golden cloth.
Beneath the veils
tears crept like scorpions
over the fragrant roses
of their cheeks.
These scorpions do not harm
the cheek they mark.
They save their sting
for the heart of the sorrowful lover.
Jan1305: Speak gently
David Bates (1809 - 1870).....
David Bates (1809 - 1870).....
That is very inspiring. It really moves me. Thanks, Jan..
SADDEST POEM
by Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
LONGING
by Matthew Arnold
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
by Matthew Arnold
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
ok Amaryllis- Here is a fav of mine have posted it before - hopefully its the final edit
Dance Woman Dance- a poem of love lost for Christina/Isabel
Dance Woman Dance
clap your hands -release - feel the transience
listen to the crescendo ,
ringing like a myriad of
bells– pealing across barren lands
heralding new beginnings,
Dance beautiful lady dance
draw the passion! tempered — curt screamed shrieks ,
diffuse contain your gentle neck taut, flittering head/face
eyes, no gaze acquired relinquish resolve
Dance sweet girl dance,
dance for you for a new lovers’ smile
and.....when you gaze eyes in eye to warm embrace-
if perchance, a tear upon your heart should fall,
stamp your feet, feel the cascade-
twirling skirts shimmer deep desires,
fan/extinguish yesterdays smoldering pyres
Dance, woman, dance…
Dance Woman Dance- a poem of love lost for Christina/Isabel
Dance Woman Dance
clap your hands -release - feel the transience
listen to the crescendo ,
ringing like a myriad of
bells– pealing across barren lands
heralding new beginnings,
Dance beautiful lady dance
draw the passion! tempered — curt screamed shrieks ,
diffuse contain your gentle neck taut, flittering head/face
eyes, no gaze acquired relinquish resolve
Dance sweet girl dance,
dance for you for a new lovers’ smile
and.....when you gaze eyes in eye to warm embrace-
if perchance, a tear upon your heart should fall,
stamp your feet, feel the cascade-
twirling skirts shimmer deep desires,
fan/extinguish yesterdays smoldering pyres
Dance, woman, dance…
CuspofMagic: ok Amaryllis- Here is a fav of mine have posted it before - hopefully its the final edit Dance Woman Dance- a poem of love lost for Christina/Isabel
Dance Woman Dance
clap your hands -release - feel the transience
listen to the crescendo ,
ringing like a myriad of
bells– pealing across barren lands
heralding new beginnings,
Dance beautiful lady dance
draw the passion! tempered — curt screamed shrieks ,
diffuse contain your gentle neck taut, flittering head/face
eyes, no gaze acquired relinquish resolve
Dance sweet girl dance,
dance for you for a new lovers’ smile
and.....when you gaze eyes in eye to warm embrace-
if perchance, a tear upon your heart should fall,
stamp your feet, feel the cascade-
twirling skirts shimmer deep desires,
fan/extinguish yesterdays smoldering pyres
Dance, woman, dance…
Dance Woman Dance
clap your hands -release - feel the transience
listen to the crescendo ,
ringing like a myriad of
bells– pealing across barren lands
heralding new beginnings,
Dance beautiful lady dance
draw the passion! tempered — curt screamed shrieks ,
diffuse contain your gentle neck taut, flittering head/face
eyes, no gaze acquired relinquish resolve
Dance sweet girl dance,
dance for you for a new lovers’ smile
and.....when you gaze eyes in eye to warm embrace-
if perchance, a tear upon your heart should fall,
stamp your feet, feel the cascade-
twirling skirts shimmer deep desires,
fan/extinguish yesterdays smoldering pyres
Dance, woman, dance…
Beautiful, Cuspo, beautiful. I love it. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us.
Dear Ama. I miss your lovely poetry posts. Hope you are well. 
Here's one I like, not necessarily for religious reasons, but just because of it's simple message of hope. I think it is sweet.
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when i'm alone
I believe in God even when He is silent
Here's one I like, not necessarily for religious reasons, but just because of it's simple message of hope. I think it is sweet.
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when i'm alone
I believe in God even when He is silent
immanuelle: Dear Ama. I miss your lovely poetry posts. Hope you are well.
Here's one I like, not necessarily for religious reasons, but just because of it's simple message of hope. I think it is sweet.I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when i'm alone
I believe in God even when He is silent
Here's one I like, not necessarily for religious reasons, but just because of it's simple message of hope. I think it is sweet.I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when i'm alone
I believe in God even when He is silent
And i do believe what you just wrote, Imma
immanuelle: Dear Ama. I miss your lovely poetry posts. Hope you are well.
Here's one I like, not necessarily for religious reasons, but just because of it's simple message of hope. I think it is sweet.I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when i'm alone
I believe in God even when He is silent
Here's one I like, not necessarily for religious reasons, but just because of it's simple message of hope. I think it is sweet.I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when i'm alone
I believe in God even when He is silent
Hello Imma
I'm doing well, thank you. I just came from The Netherlands. We went to Delft, Den Haag, and spent most of the afternoon in Scheveningen. Beautiful weather! The only problem is that my nose looks now like a ripe tomato .. cherry tomato Hope you're okay, too. It must be sad seeing your students go after the end of a school year. But believe me, so do they when they have to leave their favorite teacher. Everybody always has one they adore.
Yes, your poem has such a message of hope. I've always believe in all those things.
LOVE SONNET XVII
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety
by William Butler Yeats
Come swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.
by William Butler Yeats
Come swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.
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If There's...
If there's one face I want to see,
so beautiful, so true,
one smile that makes a difference,
to everything I do.
If there's one touch I long to feel,
one voice I long to hear,
whenever I am happy,
or just needing someone near.
If there's one joy, one love,
from which I never want to part,
it's you, my very special love,
my world, my life, my heart.