Related quotes: She stands on threshold, him...

Skyward Pray

She stands on threshold, him to wait
and seasons pass, it was her Spring,
his smile to crown the Hills of late,
war to confront his Heaven's gate,
benign her face his heart will sting,
soldier's contrition minds to cling,
dark angels drift above his fate,
fromward revenge and his gun-sling.

Who's on the golden cross she wore,
forced mountain winds the souls to stray,
upon his land the rain streams fore,
the rivulets flow down the shore,
chrysanthemums blossoms to sway,
the raindrops fall and dance and fray,
The skies rhyme on red fountain gore,
Her verses rhyme and skyward pray.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

Trieste, Piazza Garibaldi II

Every morning this thinnest rain,
faithfully loves me in sky modes,
inviting of ether's heavenly codes.
raindrops call me to clouds' reign,

Each dropp recounts of the past,
unspoken streams,
that fled to yon, lightning fast,
and like in dreams,
she spreads hands of rain's soul,
comely queen's homecoming ball.

Convects to me, raindropp of time,
whatever recklessness neglected,
out of solitude time is projected,
defines freedom in an eye rhyme.

Incorporated are tears and smiles,
in this world of February's mists,
I smile to skies and my wet fists,
hold smeared poems on paper files.

Small raindrops fall from the past,
they sting my face in wet Trieste,
second academic in fog semester,
raindrops to stay in my vision, last.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.

By the Eldest Grandson.

A rainbow span of fifty years,
Painted upon a cloud of tears,
In blue for hopes and red for fears,
Finds end in a golden hour to-day.
Ah, YOU to our childhood the legend told,
'At the end of the rainbow lies the gold,'
And now in our thrilling hearts we hold
The gold that never will pass away.

Gold crushed from the quartz of a crystal life,
Gold hammered with blows of human strife,
Gold burnt in the love of man and wife,
Till it is pure as the very flame:
Gold that the miser will not have,
Gold that is good beyond the grave,
Gold that the patient and the brave
Amass, neglecting praise and blame.

O golden hour that caps the time
Since, heart to heart like rhyme to rhyme,
You stood and listened to the chime
Of inner bells by spirits rung,
That tinkled many a secret sweet
Concerning how two souls should meet,
And whispered of Time's flying feet
With a most piquant silver tongue.

O golden day, -- a golden crown
For the kingly heads that bowed not down
To win a smile or 'scape a frown,
Except the smile and frown of Heaven!
Dear heads, still dark with raven hair;
Dear hearts, still white in spite of care;
Dear eyes, still black and bright and fair
As any eyes to mortals given!

Old parents of a restless race,
You miss full many a bonny face
That would have smiled a filial grace
Around your Golden Wedding wine.
But God is good and God is great.
His will be done, if soon or late.
Your dead stand happy in yon Gate
And call you blessed while they shine.

So, drop the tear and dry the eyes.
Your rainbow glitters in the skies.
Here's golden wine: young, old, arise:
With cups as full as our souls, we say:
'Two Hearts, that wrought with smiles through tears
This rainbow span of fifty years,
Behold how true, true love appears
True gold for your Golden Wedding day!'

poem by Sidney Lanier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Lost way

Before we know we lose our way,
On paths far from those which we stray,
Eager to get caught in the fray,
Fronting the words cometh what may,
Foolishly thinking life's a game,
Going about with little shame,
Forced by one's pride to seek acclaim,
So strangers recognise a name,
Why act if there's nothing to gain,
Kindness seems to be done in vain,
Why dream of things you can't obtain,
Often things are how they'll remain,
Without there talk of heaven's gate,
The unjust have a doubtful fate,
But change can never come too late,
Though it's better to act than wait.

poem by Christian Lacdael
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Febbraio fogs

Winds are blowing a grievous fate,
it's cold upon our fingers and dark,
ghosts prey howling on lone hark,
we came in life, one verse too late.

Winds are barking like stray dogs,
alone I wait for your icon to appear,
from our deserted (once alive) Pier,
where you smiled in Febbraio fogs.

And it is strange to feel you there,
you never left the winds' lone call;
I feel the flow in my veins to haul,
a string of fables on nostalgic fare;

And you appear - half on my mind,
'n' half in distance, to fill my eyes,
gray clouds snow from low skies,
doleful turns our dusk and twined.

Night denotes the silence of snow,
so much quietness falls like death,
regales me in solitude of an eighth
oracle to elongate, our time's tow.

Harbinger moon will Spring to fore,
if you appear, my hope will shine,
a conferred love will wave to mine,
imparted winds will reach Pier Four.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

True Dancing Souls

Our souls want to dance forever
not now. for you must see
Fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Finish your journey with her
and waiting I’ll be
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

On future days we’ll be forever
our lives as one.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Our lips touch, our souls dance
bounded we’ll be soon
For now wait we must because
Fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Soul mates forever but not for now
we wait, for time will come.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Friends for now but forever we’ll be
wrapped by the music.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

For eternity or forever I’ll wait
one day we’ll be
Together happily without her
For fate brought us together
too soon you see

Fate brought us together
too late he did
For years ago we met
yet now we see our love

Fate brought us together
too late he did.
Not speaking one word,
we saved our lives

Fate brought us together
too late he did
We share now our memories
As our souls join
together they dance eternally

Our love now stays strong
our patience grows weak
No worries my love for
Fate brought us together
too soon but not too late

poem by Elicia Santoro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Decreed

Into all lives some rain must fall,
Into all eyes some tear-drops start,
Whether they fall as gentle shower,
Or fall like fire from an aching heart.
Into all hearts some sorrow must creep,
Into all souls some doubtings come,
Lashing the waves of life's great deep
From dimpling waters to seething foam.

Over all paths some clouds must lower,
Under all feet some sharp thorns spring,
Tearing the flesh to bitter wounds,
Or entering the heart with their bitter sting.
Upon all brows rough winds must blow,
Over all shoulders a cross be lain,
Bowing the form in its lofty height
Down to the dust in bitter pain.

Into all hands some duty's thrust;
Unto all arms some burden's given,
Crushing the heart with its weary weight,
Or lifting the soul from earth to heaven.
Into all hearts and homes and lives
God's dear sunlight comes streaming down,
Gilding the ruins of life's great plain--
Weaving for all a golden crown.

poem by Anonymous Americas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Times Keep On Changing

As dead as the dodo some say about rhyme
But then suppose everything does have it's time
The great rhyme poets and poetesses in their long rest now lay
They did have their innings one of them can say.

In art, music and literature the changes do happen fast
And only Nature forever is the one who does last
People come and go and the past it has gone
And only Nature herself seems to keep keeping on.

In the last days of Winter coming up to the Spring
Out there in the woodland the birds nest and sing
To insure the survival of their species they must breed that is Nature's way
In Nature there is birth and there is death every day.

It does seem that most things have their use by date
And for anyone or anything time does not wait
And though some to the past with great fondness do cling
Each new generation with them new ideas bring.

The times keep on changing and changing quite fast
And nothing save Nature ever does seem to last
But the big river forever to the great ocean does flow
And the Seasons they come and the Seasons they go.

poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Well Favored

On route I am to her fair eternity
expecting to see an isle to emerge,
Nymphs will bestow benign affinity,
and enamored Sirens will submerge.

In skies will fly fiddling swallows,
melodious laughter will fascinate
immaculate souls there to follow,
playful winds to dance and ornate.

Shimmering clouds white and such,
fast will travel to sway above me,
there I 'll recall one that so much
under same clouds cared to love me;

Well-favored, blissful and so kind,
aesthetic scenes, around invite me,
to fly in winds, with soul and mind,
dedicated nice to worlds inside me.

Two resplendent streams will flow,
from her innocent, expectant eyes,
oh, so wondering her glance will glow,
to enter a space in my soul that dies.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Passing Voice

'Turn me a rhyme,' said Fate,
'Turn me a rhyme:
A swift and deadly hate
Blows headlong towards thee in the teeth of Time.
Write! or thy words will fall too late.'

'Write me a fold,' said Fate,
'Write me a fold,
Life to conciliate,
Of words red with thine heart's blood, hotly told.
Then, kings may envy thine estate!'

'Make thee a fame,' said Fate,
'Make thee a fame
To storm the heaven-hung gate,
Unbarred alone to the victorious name
Which has Art's conquerors to mate.'

'Die in thy shame,' said Fate,
'Die in thy shame!
Naught here can compensate
But the proud radiance of that glorious flame,
Genius: fade, thou, unconsecrate!'

poem by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Grace Of Clydeside

AH, little Grace of the golden locks,
The hills rise fair on the shores of Clyde.
As the merry waves wear out these rocks
She wears my heart out, glides past and mocks:
But heaven's gate ever stands open wide.

The boat goes softly along, along,
Like a river of life glows the amber Clyde;
Her voice floats near me like angel's song,--
Ah, sweet love-death, but thy pangs are strong!
Though heaven's gate ever stands open wide.

We walk by the shore and the stars shine bright,
But coldly, above the solemn Clyde:
Her arm touches mine--her laugh rings light--
ONE hears my silence: His merciful night
Hides me--Can heaven be open wide?

I ever was but a dreamer, Grace:
As the gray hills watch o'er the sunny Clyde,
Standing afar, each in his place,
I watch your young life's beautiful race,
Apart--until heaven be opened wide.

And sometimes when in the twilight balm
The hills grow purple along the Clyde,
The waves flow softly and very calm,
I hear all nature sing this one psalm,
That 'heaven's gate ever stands open wide.'

So, happy Grace, with your spirit free,
Laugh on! life is sweet on the banks of Clyde;
This is no blame unto thee or me;
Only God saw it could not be,
Therefore His heaven stands open wide.

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

She Of The Dancing Feet Sings

And what would I do in heaven pray,
Me with my dancing feet?
And limbs like apple boughs that sway
When the gusty rain winds beat.

And how would I thrive in a perfect place
Where dancing would be a sin,
With not a man to love my face,
Nor an arm to hold me in?

The seraphs and the cherubim
Would be too proud to bend,
To sing the faery tunes that brim
My heart from end to end.

The wistful angels down in hell
Will smile to see my face,
And understand, because they fell
From that all-perfect place.

poem by Countee Cullen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Heart Of The Country

A candle burns in the
Heart of the country
The flame fades though
I see to it sadly
It takes me further away
Than I have ever been

I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again

We took this land
And we brought it goodness
It's taken everything
And left only emptiness
I am not broken
Although I have the seeds in me

I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again

I hide my face against the sun
I hide my fear from everyone
But I've had enough of secrets
They're all lies we're scared to tell
I just need someone to be with
I just need to say you fell
There's nothing out here
But me and a whisper
And now it's failing
I won't even listen
I watch the fall and it's
Time that I was leaving too

I wait and the darkness comes
I pray for my only one
And I wonder if you ever
Will see this land again

song performed by by Anni Frid Lyngstad from Shine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Mother’s Cry of Late

Where for art thou, soldier?
Out East? West? –
And when? –
What part your rabid history?
And why? –
What wrought your destiny? –
For whom
You’d wreak your enmity –
I crave your fate to pen!

What comprehension of the
Order? –
‘Listen up! you men!
Raze to ground the taken land!
See they die and e’er you’ll stand, for
Death is but a grain of sand –
The mighty triumph, medal grand!

Now go you well!
Amen! ’

What sight upon the bloody lie
Of war? – your doubtful fate.

‘Where for art thou, soldier? ’ –
Your mother’s cry of late.

soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier
soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier
soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier
soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier
soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier

poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I Have Praised Mother Nature

I have praised Mother Nature in ballad, song and rhyme
And writing on Mother Nature is never a waste of time
And though I am not a Burns, Francis Ledwidge or John Clare
I am one of the many about Nature who does care.

To write something on Nature is always satisfying
For Nature she has been around before creatures started flying
Her streams flow to her rivers her rivers to her oceans flow
And Nature will live forever though her Seasons will come and go.

I have praised mother Nature and her praises I'll always sing
The colours of her Seasons Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring
And though I truly love her little of her ways I know
I find her quite amazing and my wonder of her grow.

To my Goddess of Nature this rhyme I dedicate
I live in sheer awe of her of the beauty she create
She is the one immortal her beauty will live on
Long after the last human being to her reaper has gone.

poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

song performed by by Westlife
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Underneath The Jacaranda Tree

On a windy day, I saw her standing there,
Underneath the jacaranda tree.
With purple blossoms in her hair,
Amidst a purple sea.

The purple reflected in her eyes,
As the clouds went rolling by.
I swear I could hear the angels cries,
From heaven's throne on high.

Underneath the jacaranda tree,
A little fountain ran.
With crystal waters running pure and free,
The purest in the land.

In the fountain she dipped her hand,
In crystal waters cold and fine.
And let water drip on the sugar white sands,
Long ago when she was mine.

The jacaranda tree withstood the test of time,
It has grown old along with me.
The purple blossoms still wax divine,
They rain down falling free.

And the wind blew through the boughs,
Of the jacaranda tree.
Raining purple like it still does now,
But she is gone from me.

When the jacaranda tree blooms in the spring,
And purple blossoms fill the sky.
I hear her and the angels when they sing,
Somewhere in heaven, way up high.

poem by Juan Olivarez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Saddle II

Cattle, saddle, little, kettle, mettle;
Just as it was in your land!
Shuttle, mottle, bottle, hustle;
Just as it was with your muse;
Bustle, wattle, settle, battle! !
Just as it was from the beginning;
Before, fore, sore, core, more, lore, gore;
But, come home with me and refresh yourself!
And like the gift of love in the land of peace.
Gore, tore, pore, bore, wore, yore, ore!
With words of love to touch your heart in style;
However, don't pass me by.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

When We Dance

If he loved you
Like I love you
I would walk away in shame
I'd move town
I'd change my name
When he watches you
When he counts to buy your soul
On your hand his golden rings
Like he owns a bird that sings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
The priest has said my soul's salvation
Is in the balance of the angels
And underneath the wheels of passion
I keep the faith in my fashion
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
I'm still in love with you
[I'm gonna find a place to live
Give you all I've got to give]
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
If I could break down these walls
And shout my name at heaven's gate
I'd take these hands
And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate
Cathedrals are broken
Heaven's no longer above
And hellfire's a promise away
I'd still be saying
I'm still in love
He won't love you
Like I love you
He won't care for you this way
He'll mistreat you if you stay
Come and live with me
We'll have children of our own
I would love you more than life
If you'll come and be my wife
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
I'm gonna love you more than life
If you will only be my wife
I'm gonna love you more than life
If you will only be my wife
I'm gonna love you night and day
I'm gonna try in every way
[I had a dream last night
I dreamt you were by my side
Walking with me baby
My heart was filled with pride
I had a dream last night]

song performed by by Sting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Crying In The Rain

Ill never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
Ive got my pride and I know how to hide
All my sorrow and pain
Ill do my crying in the rain
If I wait for stormy skies
You wont know the rain from the tears in my eyes
Youll never know that I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
Ill do my crying in the rain
Raindrops falling from heaven
Could never take away my misery
But since were not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope youll never see
Someday when my cryings done
Im gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling, youll never see me complain
Ill do my crying in the rain
Ill do my crying in the rain
Ill do my crying in the rain
Ill do my crying in the rain

song performed by by A-Ha
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

The Kiss Of Babylon (The Sins)

Twisted ways blackened nights
Sin upon Sin,
Gone is the light
Doom shall befall them all
A Downward spiral they shall fall
The Three, all this they see
As they try to pass god's decree
Worshiping the gods
That demand lives and sacrifice
None but the blood of infants will suffice
Fallen sparrows fall as one into a grave
They are the souls of living men
That could not be saved.
Walking the land we see
The sins of flesh and spirit flow
Bodies entwined a serpent's leathel kiss of venom is bestowed
Our lord watches them fall -
He stands above you all
Son slaying father
A Cain's mark upon us all
Babylon's rising, cast from heaven
We see the angels fall
When will the heavens be alight
The seasons will re-unite
Ahavat hadasa al levavi nikshera
Ve'ani betoch gola paamay tzolelim
Lu yesh reshut li a'ale ethabera
Toch she'arey Zion asher hem nehelalim

song performed by by Orphaned Land
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Skyward Pray

Related quotes

Trieste, Piazza Garibaldi II

The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.

Lost way

Febbraio fogs

True Dancing Souls

Decreed

The Times Keep On Changing

Well Favored

A Passing Voice

Grace Of Clydeside

She Of The Dancing Feet Sings

Heart Of The Country

Mother’s Cry of Late

I Have Praised Mother Nature

Written In The Stars

Underneath The Jacaranda Tree

Saddle II

When We Dance

Crying In The Rain

The Kiss Of Babylon (The Sins)

En.Citatepedia®.ro

Skyward Pray

Related quotes

Trieste, Piazza Garibaldi II

The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.

Lost way

Febbraio fogs

True Dancing Souls

Decreed

The Times Keep On Changing

Well Favored

A Passing Voice

Grace Of Clydeside

She Of The Dancing Feet Sings

Heart Of The Country

Mother’s Cry of Late

I Have Praised Mother Nature

Written In The Stars

Underneath The Jacaranda Tree

Saddle II

When We Dance

Crying In The Rain

The Kiss Of Babylon (The Sins)

En.Citatepedia^®.ro