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All through the propeller
Hand on the shoulder.
Stamp on the wing.
In the barracks of problems - washday.
Soaked notebook.
I know why
I walk this Earth.
It'll be easy
to fly away.
In three minutes - big dance party
for the wax figures.
At quarter-off -
death.
From seven torn skins -
a shred of wool.
I want to live so much
No less than to sing.
Tie my thread
into a knot.
Cold April.
Hot dreams.
And the viruses of new notes
in blood.
And every aim
of the nearest war
Is laughing and craving
for love.
Our family doctor
will warm up his sun-syringe.
And needles of rays again will find
our blood.
No, don't cry.
Lay and watch,
Love pouring from my throat.
Catch it with your mouth.
Glasses overflow.
Drain torpedo-chord
to the bottom.
And the poster
of the last spring
Is rocking the square
of the window.
Hey, hole in the temple.
Blind hordes.
Understand, it's never too late
to take off your armor.
Kissing the chunk
of trophy ice
I quietly walk
to the fire.
We're bastards of rats.
We're stepchildren of birds.
And every one of us -
1/3 bullet shell.
Lie down and watch
the nuclear prince
Who carries his whip
to the throne.
Don't cry. Don't pity.
Who would we pity?
You know you’re just like me -
an orphan.
Well, what's wrong? Courage!
We need to fly!
Through the propeller!
All through the propeller!
Alexander Bashlachev
actually it's a song, but it's my favorite poem as wellWe're so bad, we're even bad at it
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Just For Valentines Day
To: Massacre
From: Mobbme
Dear St. Valentine's Day Massacre
I wish you could help me ask her
For I am not the one with the roar
The brightness in her eyes keeps me breathless forever
That one day she will be mine forever
I stare at her with sorrows of pain
I look down at the cuts near my veins
For they are not what needs healing
my heart longs desperately for her feel
How can a goddesses be so real
Endless nights I shiver
Thorough times I cry a river
One more pint might cause me harm
But if presented I might gain some charm
If this is love then why does it seem so wrong
If love is blind then why can't I write a song
If you are Massacre I will need every last bit of her
Without her, this world is meaningless like a blurr
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That poem is not what you'd call literature, but be kind folks
Hero, i'm waiting on you buddy, todays Valentines day and even if you are busy, try to post one or two of your love poems!!!
Others pls start posting, poems are brain food :)
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Originally posted by Mobbme View PostThat poem is not what you'd call literature, but be kind folks
Others pls start posting, poems are brain food :)
The Recollection
Its about a quarter and two at night
Am lonely no one can share my plight
Suddenly life seems at a loss
Each man must carry his own cross
The fading Dunhill on my lips gives a dim light
The thoughts in my mind give me a fright
Maybe things are not that bad
Maybe I am just being mad
Perhaps it was my fault
Or maybe Destiny's brought life to a halt
All Karma has given me is pathos
Each man must carry his own cross
It simply goes over my head
When they say for there is always hope
With an old notepad am sitting in bed
No faith in anything, just a downhill slope
I pretend to happily lie low
In reality am slowly letting go
No desire I have to face another dawn
There really is no reason for me to go on
And these memories still come back to haunt me
It seems as if fate itself is trying to taunt me
I wish someone could share my loss
Each man must carry his own cross
There is a big difference between then and now
I know I should distract myself
I just cant find out how
There are people I could talk to
No, I realise I dont really want to
There is just so much confusion
I really cant come to any conclusion
Oh now it hits me,the fatal perception
I am not trying to draw results
I am just practising decpetion
The rette is over, its light stops to glow
Maybe this is as far as I can go
I didnt realise the truth is so gross
But Each man must carry his own crossLast edited by Knaur Amarsh; 14 Feb 09,, 12:13.When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep? - George Canning sigpic
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Originally posted by Knaur Amarsh View PostIts a fine start Mobbme, best of luck for your future poems also. Since you've started with a melancholy poem, here's one I ll copy from my PC -
The Recollection
Its about a quarter and two at night
Am lonely no one can share my plight
Suddenly life seems at a loss
Each man must carry his own cross
The fading Dunhill on my lips gives a dim light
The thoughts in my mind give me a fright
Maybe things are not that bad
Maybe I am just being mad
Perhaps it was my fault
Or maybe Destiny's brought life to a halt
All Karma has given me is pathos
Each man must carry his own cross
It simply goes over my head
When they say for there is always hope
With an old notepad am sitting in bed
No faith in anything, just a downhill slope
I pretend to happily lie low
In reality am slowly letting go
No desire I have to face another dawn
There really is no reason for me to go on
And these memories still come back to haunt me
It seems as if fate itself is trying to taunt me
I wish someone could share my loss
Each man must carry his own cross
There is a big difference between then and now
I know I should distract myself
I just cant find out how
There are people I could talk to
No, I realise I dont really want to
There is just so much confusion
I really cant come to any conclusion
Oh now it hits me,the fatal perception
I am not trying to draw results
I am just practising decpetion
The rette is over, its light stops to glow
Maybe this is as far as I can go
I didnt realise the truth is so gross
But Each man must carry his own cross
I thought i'd get things started you know, glad you posted :)
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Originally posted by ArmchairGeneral View PostNature'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.
-Robert Frost
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All right in honor of Valentine's Day, though it has passed, I will post this poem I wrote my lady love. She is living apart from me overseas so that is the context:
Two Years…
Time goes by too slowly without you
I remember clear the day we became two
Joy filled my heart when you said yes
I knew the years to come would be the best
Without you I am nothing, with you complete
My dreams are filled with your image replete
Love everlasting though we are apart
Time will stand still when we touch our hearts
Two years have gone but our love still remains
Our lives entwined will never be the same
Happy Anniversary but many more to come
Together forever never to be undone
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Originally posted by Herodotus View PostAll right in honor of Valentine's Day, though it has passed, I will post this poem I wrote my lady love. She is living apart from me overseas so that is the context:
Two Years…
Time goes by too slowly without you
I remember clear the day we became two
Joy filled my heart when you said yes
I knew the years to come would be the best
Without you I am nothing, with you complete
My dreams are filled with your image replete
Love everlasting though we are apart
Time will stand still when we touch our hearts
Two years have gone but our love still remains
Our lives entwined will never be the same
Happy Anniversary but many more to come
Together forever never to be undone
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I really like "Ozymandias", by Percy Bysshe Shelley, and "The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere", by Samuel Taylor Coleridge; I'll reprint Ozymandias here because it's not that long, but The Rime is pretty long, so I'll skip that one.
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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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."There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish. The thing is to try to do as much as you can in the time that you have. Remember Scrooge, time is short, and suddenly, you're not there any more." -Ghost of Christmas Present, Scrooge
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Tagore - Mind Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
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Translation from BRUCIA LA TERRA
The moon is burning in the sky
And I am? burning with love
The fire that is consumed
Like my heart
My soul crys
Painfully
I'm not at peace
What a terrible night
The time passes
But there is no dawn
There is no sunshine
If she doesn't return
My earth is burning
And my heart is burning
What she thirsts for water
I thirst for love
Who will I sing
My song to
If there is no one
Who shows herself
On the balcony
The moon is burning in the sky
And I am burning? with love
The fire that is consumed
Like my heart
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