Poetry
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Christmas Joys
A unique treasury of more than one hundred Yuletide poems, prayers, hymns, graces, and toasts from authors old and new-all to help you count your... In today's changing world, many people are looking for more meaning in the Christmas season.
Poems
Good Poems by Garrison Keillor Good Poems includes verse about lovers, children, failure, everyday life, death, and transcendance. It features the work of classic poets, such as Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and Robert Frost, as well as the work of contemporary greats
Throw Yourself Like Seed
Ten Poems to Set You Free by Roger Housden When the fascist General Milan-Astray stormed into the University of Salamanca to confront the elderly professor and poet-philosopher Miguel de Unamuno over his criticism of Franco and the fascist cause, Unamuno said to him
West Wind #2
Ten Poems to Open Your Heart by Roger Housden Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Yes indeed.
My Life. Ecstasy
Ten Poems to Last a Lifetime by Roger Housden Sometimes I see it as a straight line drawn with a pencil and a ruler transecting the circle of the world or as a finger piercing a smoke ring, casual, inquisitive, but then the sun will come out or the phone will ring and I will cease to wonder if it is
Ecstasy When Love Rocks, Part 2
You Drive Me Crazy: Love Poems for Real Life by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez Utter sensual delight, that's what ecstatic love can deliver, an experience so euphoric it leaves the speaker in Langston Hughes's When Sue Wears Red testifying like a religious convert (or like a man having an orgasm).
Ecstasy When Love Rocks
You Drive Me Crazy: Love Poems for Real Life by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez Ah, the ecstasy of love. Who wants to settle for anything less? From the first second of our first major crush, ecstasy is what we hope for and dream of, that on-top-of-the-world, giddy, whirly, zing-zangy kaboom of a feeling that squeezes your heart
Rage, Part 2
The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez Moving forward is what we ultimately want to do. One way to start is to acknowledge the anger and fantasize revenge, and then forgive yourself for feeling that way. You're allowed these feelings- you've lost so much, and you're so tired, disappointed
Rage
The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez At least you know you're still alive-that's the one great thing about post-breakup anger. You want him to drop dead-well maybe suffer some agonizing disfigurement first-and you can't say his name without spitting it and you want to slap every happy couple
Hurting, Part 2
Kiss Off: Poems to Set You Free by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez Perhaps that's why the woman in Deborah Garrison's Worked Late on a Tuesday Night is alone and forlorn in the deserted streets, trying with no success to hail a cab home. This is not the first time she's been here, cold but too stubborn to reach/into
Hurting
Kiss Off: Poems to Set You Free by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez One day, it just happens. You completely snap. Your last single friend announces her engagement to the schmo she met two months ago, or your married boss hits on you just when you think you've managed to impress him with your work smarts
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| Advice & Discussions | Marine girl part 1 and 2.. this peom is all true thannk you taking to read this peom .. it about i girl i care that in iqrac.. and stil is..
this for jess
my marine girl
i went on line
just to kill some time
meet this dime
i want her to be mine
i sent her note
and sit back hope
she reply," hi"
and i said," you are so fine. | My only Wish My only Wish
I only wish things were different
If only we could start a new
And your heart were not the captive of another
For if it were as I hope
You would be the center of my world and I yours
But I was too late and fate carried you off
So I sit and watch, see when you’re happy or sad
Feel when you’re afraid and apologize when you’re mad
There is no comet that would grant my wish
No gin, genie, leprecon or fairy
The consequence would be the destruction of time and space
But if there was even a hint of a way
My selfish heart would feverishly seek it
For it gallops every time I see you
And races when you’re near
As I pen my soul’s deepest desire
I will watch your glee from wherever it may come
For your happiness is one of my heart’s true content
Maybe our hearts will find each other in another life
So with this hope I sit at the gates of eternity and wait your love. | Anti-climax A catharsis
I've been longing for release for so long
I heard the word in another place
And I thought "that's what will free me"
The cathartic
The hopeless wondering
A sense for the dramatic
In the name of freedom
A trickle
Is all I'm allowed here
Fear that the flood gates cannot be closed again
It's so not the explosion I hoped for
A release
Nonetheless is here. | The Music Breakdown In this moment
the beat of every note makes me
succumb to its ultimate plan.
To race my heart, and scatter my mind,
bring me up, and bring me down
and float me through an over-thought void.
Beat my consistent futile life to a pulp,
and finally bring it all together,
and mold it into this moment. |
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