Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
My favorite poem of all time :) Mostly because when you hear Leonard Nimoy tell you he is Ozymandias, the line sounds extremely epic :D
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I must be straight with you
dear lady, and not feign rejection
your interest makes my heart glad
and I welcome your inspection
look carefully into my eyes
to see what all you can discern
pick out all my hidden lies
that may cause you great concern
does he cheat and tell what not
can he love me for who I am
does he think my love can be bought
or does he even give a damn
if you want answers to your questions
email me and I'll give you suggestions
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-22
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
for your viewing...
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I never though I could lose you
I always knew you would never leave
So I never let your love through
And now all I can do is grieve
To me you were my everything
Nothing mattered when you were around
For you there was nothing I couldn't bring
But now you are nowhere to be found
Only if I could do it all again
You would know how I really feel
Maybe we could work it out then
So we could make this a long term deal
In my eyes you are as precious as a dove
Because now I know that this feeling is love
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Posted: Apr 2010
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i look down my nose lensed
something in my fuzzy view
new times seen with new trends
and now a new myopic review
i'm counting my fingers now
holding my hands out to see
there are some digits i avow
but can't tell if two or three
the world is lazy, fuzzy and blurred
the picture is clear as impression
my eyesight nearsightedly absurd
eagle eyed looks no longer obsession
the panorama i see now before my face
a pointillist view i'd prefer to erase
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-02
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
i seem to have lost sight of this sonnet... ;-)
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the dancers body so svelte and stark
goes head to toe to get to the point
all muscle, tendons, turns and arcs
curve legs, curl arms, swing hip joint
their scissors cut the air of art
grace is balancing function and form
staging performance a world apart
from human to angelic transform
a choreography of soul to position
to defy gravity in aerial suspension
an artist, a sculptor, a body magician
movement a shape beyond comprehension
depict the art of the dancers torso
seems human fluidity, only more so
© agoodguy2have 2010-03-28
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
I went to see a show of some modern Japanese dance. Very good.
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Author: Unknown
So very sorry for your loss,
At least there was no pain.
These empty words seem meaningless,
When Death has won again.
You have our deepest sympathies,
You're in our thoughts and prayers.
These hollow sounds just echo,
Through the hall and down the stairs.
The numbness is a blessing,
It all seems so unreal.
Til all the words just fall away,
And empty's all you feel.
Late at night, when all is still,
The lonliness sets in.
The thoughts of words you didn't say,
The things that might have been.
Eventu'lly the pain will ebb,
The bitterness, the strife,
To think no more such thoughts of death,
To celebrate the life.
The ones you've loved are never gone,
They still live on in you,
Touching every part of life,
In all you say and do.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Written on hearing of the death of a new friend's mother. Talking to her made me think of what it was like when my own mom died.
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driving down the roads our paths
going out to meet the world
see white crosses of travels wrath
some flowers with flags unfurled
we pass by quickly trying not to
think about how they got there
realize there were folks somebody knew
be cautious on the way we take care
trying not to think about who was left
behind and the tears that surely fell
who brought crosses of love left bereft
for all who pass by they tell
a tale of admonishment to pay attention
and arrive safely, a disasters prevention
© agoodguy2have 2010-02-27
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
i don't know if this is done in other countries or continents, but it always touches me here in America.
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i came upon an enclave of souls, of people
where many were standing and sitting around
a collection of artists under a digital steeple
more interesting people could not be found
so many gathered here, looking for what not
other like minds, a partner, other friends
offering words, ideas, emotions, and thought
building bonds that friendship transcends
there are teachers and students, and clerks,
an Earl, an editor, an expat, a cleric,
the wizened, the quiet, some social works,
a poet in pink, more professions esoteric
they share and encourage each other to grow
and mean more to each, than any might know
© agoodguy2have 2010-03-25
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
the AP (artistic police): "Didn't you see that No Rubbish sign back there?...Lemme see your registration and poetic license please."
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Quiet eyes on a winter's eve
Contemplating lonliness
Awaiting timid fantasy
That's just me, I guess
If I seemed too quick to share
This fragile heart, these secrets kept
Forgive me, for I know I err
By measure, once again, inept
Then, tangled in this tapestry
By silken hand and cedar loom
With fabric flowing in the breeze
A whisper in the floral gloom
So here I stand like glass in sand
My logic lost upon the sea
I press against another pane
And let 'if only' conquer me
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
I am re-posting this out of curiosity, it was the first one I posted but it wasn't noticed, even though I think that it is my best. It is about my first love (as if you couldn't tell!)
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Author: Unknown
Words tend to flow when I feel her near by
I see her, and I am truly inspired
Never been so consumed, cannot deny
Desires to express in script compels
Truth prevails, emotions boast ever bright
Words significant, lines a story tells
Caution cast rewards, feelings dictate write
From thought to fingers - closed to open shells
Even when most vulnerable, pen I must
Visioned consequences disregarded
Precautions ditched far, in her I shall trust
Creation on paper, heart left to be read
Each is written for her, and her alone
Truth revealed, sentiments spilled, my love’s shown
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
The title says it all!
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