Poetry
Enobles the heart and the eyes,
and unveils the meaning of all things
upon which the heart and the eyes dwell.
It discovers the secret rays of the universe,
and restores to us forgotten paradises.
poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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Heart From Eyes
Come back.
The beloved lives to be loved.
What becomes of the beloved
when love is no longer in being?
How does a heart and body turn two different ways?
The heart turns to the beloved.
The eyes turn away.
This tearing goes on.
Heart from eyes. Distance lengthens.
I know time will cure it.
But right now...
Heart from eyes, heart from eyes, heart from eyes.
poem by Meli Secret
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Secret Heart
Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics.
Secret heart what are you made of?
What are you so afraid of?
Could it be three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
Secret heart, why so mysterious?
Why so secret, why so serious?
Maybe you're just acting tough
Maybe you're just not bad enough
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
(Bridge) 2x
This very secret you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one you're dying to reveal
Go tell her how you feel
Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't
Go through it alone?
Let her in on your secret heart
Let her in on your secret heart
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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In Her Eyes
I saw something strange
To me in her eyes.
In her eyes
It looks like an opal,
Always change colours.
Her eyes alway loquacious
To me because
It flesh like sea stone.
When i look her eyes,
I feel shy.
In her eyes
It looks like flash Of lightening in the dark,
strike like thunder in rainy.
Because it phobic in nature.
Because of your eyes
My heart is for free
My heart is the
Price for your eyes.
In her eyes
Your eyes ice my heart always.
My heart beat 72 times per min...
Because your eyes beat 36 times per min...
Take my heart and go
May be my heart can free from your eyes.
Eyesphobic
unm...
I love it.
poem by Ejalonibu Abraham
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Optical illusion
eyes see everything what the heart feels, for
only the eyes tell the meaning of the heart, nay
the soul reveals what the heart defines that
the window of the soul, is the illusion of the eyes
all, that is described of the eyes, would mean, so
real and true, yet! illusion, sway the truth that all
is just a beginning of everything, a deception that
leads us to nothing
as life believe on something, which touches human
experiences, and the struggle to win, every feeling to
see the meaning of what is real, the emotion fills
the heart, that defines the significance of life
eyes satisfy the inner value of the heart, but the
soul purified the incense of the immortality of eternity,
all that we have seen, create something that may
brings us to blindness of the gift of life
an illusion of optical lens that break us into a pieces of
broken heart, an array of souls into a limbo of nowhere
to live, a place of every nuts cross between fingers, a
darkest moment in our soul
leave no doubt in our hearts, open your soul, don't let
your chance to allure, what the eyes see, rather take the
best in you, feel it in your heart and let the soul surf the
excellent of what is meaningful in your life
move on..... never give up.... your heart can find it......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Who would be able to think?
I. Who would be able to think?
Who would be able to think
that your eyes as pretty
as stars shining in the heaven?
Who would be able to think
how restless my heart is beating,
that you are more beautiful than I had known before?
Who would be able to think
that your eyes are so pretty?
II. Who would be able to think?
Who would be able to think
that your eyes are prettier
than the sun hidden by banks of fog,
than the stars shining in heaven,
that the tears glittering on your cheeks
comes with a deep meaning?
Who would be able to think
that your eyes are prettier
than the glowing champagne which I am pouring
that the look in them would bring me to a confession
about feelings which hide in my heart like a lizard
while we touch glasses
and who would be able to think this?
III. Who would be able to think?
Who would be able to think
that your eyes are prettier than stars,
that you bring new meaning, to stars hanging in the sky
that your tears glowing against your cheeks
comes with a deep meaning?
Who would be able to think
while we touch glasses
that you are lovelier than I could comprehend before,
that you bring new meaning, to stars hanging in the sky
and when I pour sparkling champagne
the look in your eyes, could bring me to a confession?
Who would be able to think
how restless my heart is beating,
about feelings which hide in my heart like a lizard
that you bring new meaning, to stars hanging in the sky,
how deep I drown in the depths of your eyes
and that for a life long I have missed you?
Who would be able to think
that you bring new meaning, to stars hanging in the sky?
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Secret Heart
1: I look at your picture
And stare into space
I think I must know
Every line on your face
And you'll never know
The feelings I keep
Like the man in the moon
You're way out of reach
So dreams are all I have
Because we're worlds apart
All alone with my secret heart
2: I write you these letters
That I'll never send
It's crazy I know
But still I pretend
Though we've never met
Don't think I'm naive
I know you so well
Though it's all make believe
And dreams are all I have
Because you're far away
All alone with my secret heart
All alone with my secret heart
3: I must have held your hand
A thousand times
And felt your heart was beating
Next to mine
Even though it's just a lie
There are no tears in my eyes
If your picture could speak to me
What would you say
Maybe you'd just have to
Laugh in my face
And dreams would be much better
Than reality
END: All alone with my secret heart
END: (repeat and fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue from Enjoy Yourself
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If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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Far Too Little I Know
I
Far too little I know about the things that lie between us,
I see the sea drawing back and rushing in,
I know too little to tell you about my love,
see your tracks disappearing over a sand dune.
I know too little to talk about a secret,
how one day can be so very special,
filled with life changing meaning,
about the things that I read in your eyes
but that that you really love me,
I know before the sea wipes our tracks away
when I kiss you and get you giggling,
while we give new steps into life
when you became the meaning in my small universe;
if you were the light falling through the window on me.
II
If you were the light falling through the window on me,
a star shining at night against the sky,
I would have been able to admire you, in days without end
but now thunder flashes down
whiter than daylight into my life
becoming part of my life,
to again jump to somewhere else
as if single moments are everything
and far too short was the time that you could stay,
with almost endless cheerfulness that you could bring
in this tough world as part of me,
where my heart could sing songs of joy
and far too little time I had invested in you,
how should I have known that I would make an oath with you?
III
How should I have know that I would make a oath with you
before I met you,
have a concept of such intimate feelings,
as with which you are part of my whole world?
How must I have know the meaning
of faith, love and hope
and about professing of true love
before our lives started together
on ways that I could not expect
and could learn to love
past events, years and times reaching to maybe,
that you are part of everything in me?
I want to love you as in days long past,
in the winter of my life.
IV
In the winter of my life
when all the trees around me stand skeleton,
with stripped branches shivering in the wind,
with sometimes a thunder bashing down
I sometimes remember the look in your sea-green eyes
where colours so secretly come together,
even when my body bend like branches, bended by age
as if in my thoughts they are looking forever at me,
it’s as if a new spring just have got to come,
as if your arms surround my neck,
with you flowering anew
as a angel of light
it’s sometimes as is you are with me,
when the morning starts with its first rays.
V
When the morning starts with its first rays,
with the sky changing from twilight grey to blue,
hang with the moon still hanging white
I am caught like a lizard
that prays to the sun,
where it’s rising white hot,
where I sit before your photograph
that shows every bit of your beauty,
but the nights and months past
while every day you look back
from that photograph
and I wonder if you still do love me?
and I think certainly, you are just as pretty,
when the sun throws its last rays over the trees.
VI
When the sun throws its last rays over the trees,
drawing shadows out long
before it reaches out
with long orange red rays
and the streetlights suddenly are awakening
give eyes to poles, becoming orange yellow
then I know
that you are somewhere else and just as pretty,
that you are laughing somewhere else,
caring after your children, doing your duties,
stretching yourself out for the night,
after kissing your children goodnight
and I am really longing while I am waiting,
I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure.
VII
I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure,
how you cry for a beautiful movie,
even expecting something good out of poor things,
how on a dark rainy night you shelter against me,
the way that you look at me,
the feelings that you bring to me,
as if you’re green eyes shines like the sea,
with every word going into my depths
but time takes an own road
and destiny is without mercy,
where at a time we both had to go different directions
and still try to jump over horizons with words
and maybe I have to court you again anew,
far too little I know about the things that lie between us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The door way
I speak through my hands in space.
At a closed doorway, handles with diamond.
Where your eyes are the keys to enter,
where gardens, paradises of this life lie.
In the time that adorns my soul.
The new havens of happiness lie behind that door.
In your journeys, while watching the reflection in my eyes
and suffers while your eyes kiss me.
She got up and approached slowly.
In her eyes dipped, I choked, while she skimmed my lips.
As a goddess of dreams, fell from the sky,
overflowing my heart. Strange silence, walls of enclose towers, in the centre of my heart. Listen to this echo, a dream of falling in a ditch crying,
Crying tears of efforts to silence. Like a bridge, lowered in your moat. I want to go beyond my thoughts, run through the fissures of your lips. That my soul forever wanted to kiss.
poem by Luca Menin
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You, Me
Since the beginning of time
there was you, and I
and of course him
(We can not leave him out of this, can we?)
but, he was a nobody
a nonentity in my eyes
for my love is a whole universe
timeless and never-wavering
maybe I was forgotten
under the shade of rusting memories
under the spells of the wicked
(Still, I was there, in a corner of your heart!)
while, there I patiently waited
you were arguing with your heart
trying to figure out what I'm up to
and trying to see the depths I'd go
I would, any depth, if you wanted
you already know that, you do!
it's too simple, maybe, complicated even
I can wait, as long as you want me to!
but my heart is losing breaths, love
when you take away the slightest of hopes
it crawls in the dark, yearning for you
(But know, no matter what, I'll be here, always!)
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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The Coming Of Spring
Spring is come back, and the little voices are calling,
The birds are calling, the little green buds on the trees,
A song in the street, and an old and sleepy tune;
All the sounds of the spring are falling, falling,
Gentle as rain, on my heart, and I hear all these
As a sick man hears men talk from the heart of a swoon.
The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises,
The earth renews its magical youth at a breath,
And the whole world whispers a well-known, secret thing;
And I hear, but the meaning has faded out of the voices;
Something has died in my heart: is it death or sleep?
I know not, but I have forgotten the meaning of spring.
poem by Arthur Symons
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We sleep like hours unslept in the eyes
we sleep like hours unslept in the eye
we wakefully take them to the first of dawn
'let something break out' you say
and I am silent my eyes are silent
my lips are pregnant with sleep
we sleep like leaves forgotten by the tree
we rootlessly take them to a garden heart
'let something plant us' you say
and I am sad my eyes are sad
my lips are yearning for sleep
we sleep like lakes moon shattered rays
we facelessly list them unto the names
'let there be something' you say
and I am crying my eyes are crying
my lips can deliver no sleep
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Psalm 122
I will worship you in Spirit and Truth
My delight is to come to this place
The place where you dwell in your sanctuary
Where we lift up our eyes to thy Face
And together with my brothers and sisters
I shall come before thy throne
You're the bright morning star, the Son of God
You're the Christ, the chief cornerstone
This place that I find you is Spirit and Truth
It dwells in the heart of men
The New Jerusalem, the heart of God
Of its glory I shall write with my pen
And the house of David lives on forever
And we dwell in the holy of holies
We dwell in the midst of your burning heart
In this place our spirits are free
poem by Frank McEleny
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Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by overpartial looks,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forgèd hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Alone
I’m all alone
In the dark
You cant see me
Falling apart
You cant hear my lonely cries
You cant wipe away the tears from my eyes
You cant try to comprehend
The feelings that I have, the hurt my heart feels.
Theres no end.
You can't read my crying eyes
Or my heart that sets here and sighs,
Waiting for the one to try
to tell me my life is alright.
You cant cure the wounds in my mind
As I close my eyes and see the things from my live
things Iwish no one to see.
You cant see how many times I’ve wished to die
Or how many tears have fallen from my eyes.
poem by Tamara Daniel
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Sonnet XXXIII: Whilst Yet Mine Eyes
To Imagination
Whilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight,
My woeful Heart, imprison'd in my breast,
Wisheth to be transformed to my sight,
That it, like these, by looking might be blest.
But whilst my Eyes thus greedily do gaze,
Finding their objects over-soon depart,
These now the other's happiness do praise,
Wishing themselves that they had been my Heart,
That Eyes were Heart, or that the Heart were Eyes,
As covetous the other's use to have;
But finding Nature their request denies,
This to each other mutually they crave:
That since the one cannot the other be,
That Eyes could think, or that my Heart could see.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Poor Mouth
Is anything as lovely to me
As the truth in love
Ill take it over freedom any day
It brings me ever an this time to my knees
An on my knees I run away
Yes I know your sticks and stones they
They will easily break these bones an
An all my words come back to haunt me
I will put my strength into
The things left standing
I am hoarse with wild eyes
No debts outstanding
My hands are yours my brother
You can take my coat as well
My eyes are yours sister
And my heart, and my heart
In which he dwells
Heard the voice of my master callin me
From deep in the hollow
Said that I must follow him there yeah
Is any place darker for me
With all them wolves about
Well its a poor mouth that I wear
My hands are yours my brother
You can take my coat as well
My eyes are yours sister
And my heart, and my heart
In which he dwells
Livin from hand to poor mouth
You an me an my secret south
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Draw You (demo)
I see the spirit moving in the very fabric of the universe
I tell you so
You see the power in your hands
To ease the suffering of a dying child
You tell me so
I reach for stars
But you are keeping both feet firmly planted
On the ground
Or so Ive found
I wrestle with eternal questions
You wrestle with the here and now
Cause youre here and now
It breaks my heart that your alluring eyes
Are blind to what I see
Its tragic that the quests that move our lives
Are just so different
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I would draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I could take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe
(la la la nah nah nah la la)
I look for miracles
And search for the miraculous along my way
You seem to say
The opposite is true for you
You just seem satisfied with what you find each day
Your lifes ok
Your spirits lost and wandering in the sand
I swear I hear your voice
Crying save me from the desert
Take my hand
Lead me to water
But I could draw you into my heart
If your eyes werent closed to me
And I could draw you into the world
Behind the one you see
If I could speak my mind
Then I would take you to secret places only ours to find
Your spirit longs to breathe
If only youd believe
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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Only For You
For your heart i would do everything,
Only for one moment your eyes to see,
I would cross over the whole universe to find you,
I would jump in the sea and touch the horizon.
Only for you i would do so,
Because you are my idol, my meaning of life,
I would kneel near you to caress your sweet face,
And with delicate whispers to fondle your senses.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Heartfelt Eyes
The Heart Feels…
The thirst of these eyes
Feelings of the Heart
Flow in the silent cries
of these tearful eyes.
The Heart and these Eyes
Bond well with their sighs
and cries, as if they share
'made for each other' ties.
As the heart lives on
Till the day it dies,
Bidding these eyes
Its Final Goodbyes…
It will always share
This Special Bonding
With its Heartfelt Eyes.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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