Vixit
Nurse not your grief, nor make obsequious moan
When I have shed this flesh I love so well,
Nor slowly toll the dull heart-bruising knell,
Nor carve my name in customary stone;
But let the generous earth reclaim her own
And my usurious profit who can tell?
Dash tears aside, let joy resume her spell;
Stars glitter where the storm is overblown.
Because I have lived I would not have one say:
“Here long ago a man of such a name
Was left to moulder in his pit of clay.”
Let only love remember how I came
And built an earthen altar in my day
And lit thereon a comfortable flame.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Old Flame
Theres a girl Ill remember
Oh for such a long, long time
This girl Ill remember
She was an old flame of mine
Beneath the stars just sipping wine
Young lovers then in summertime
Ill always remember
That old flame of mine
Love, she comes and gove
True love, she hides then shows
My love, may I propose
That love she comes and goes
Two hearts together two hearts alight
To keep us warm on winter nights
With each dying ember
I remember that old flame of mine
Once this flame it did brightly blaze
Among the ashes there still remains
A glowing spark in my heart
For that old flame of mine
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Change me, O heav'ns
Change me, O heav'ns, into the ruby stone,
That on my love's fair locks doth hang in gold:
Yet leave me speech, to her to make my moan;
And give me eyes, her beauties to behold.
Or, if you will not make my flesh a stone,
Make her hard heart seem flesh, that now seems none.
poem by John Wilbye
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The Pain of the Earth
DOES the earth grow grey with grief
For her hero darling fled?
Though her vales let fall no leaf,
In our hearts her tears are shed.
Still the stars laugh on above:
Not to them her grief is said;
Mourning for her hero love
In our hearts the tears are shed.
We her children mourn for him,
Mourn the elder hero dead;
In the twilight grey and dim
In our hearts the tears are shed.
poem by George William Russell
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Sonnet XIII: Behold What Hap
Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame
And carve his proper grief upon a stone;
My heavy fortune is much like the same:
I work on flint, and that's the cause I moan.
For hapless, lo, ev'n with mine own desires,
I figur'd on the table of my heart
The fairest form, the world's eye admires,
And so did perish by my proper art.
And still I toil, to change the marble breast
Of her, whose sweetest grace I do adore,
Yet cannot find her breath unto my rest:
Hard is her heart, and woe is me, therefore.
O happy he that joy'd his stone and art,
Unhappy I to love a stony heart.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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My Love, Oh, She Is My Love
SHE casts a spell, oh, casts a spell!
Which haunts me more than I can tell.
Dearer, because she makes me ill
Than who would will to make me well.
She is my store! oh, she my store!
Whose grey eye wounded me so sore,
Who will not place in mine her palm,
Nor love, nor calm me any more.
She is my pet, oh, she my pet!
Whom I can never more forget;
Who would not lose by me one moan,
Nor stone upon my cairn would set.
She is my roon, oh, she my roon!
Who tells me nothing, leaves me soon;
Who would not lose by me one sigh,
Were death and I within one room.
She is my dear, oh, she my dear!
Who cares not whether I be here.
Who will not weep when I am dead,
But makes me shed the silent tear.
Hard my case, oh, hard my case!
For in her eye no hope I trace,
She will not hear me any more,
But I adore her silent face.
She is my choice, oh, she my choice!
Who never made me to rejoice;
Who caused my heart to ache so oft,
Who put no softness in her voice.
Great my grief, oh, great my grief!
Neglected, scorned beyond belief,
By her who looks at me askance,
By her who grants me no relief.
She’s my desier, oh, my desire!
More glorious than the bright sun’s fire;
Who were than wild-blown ice more cold
Were I so bold as to sit by her.
She it is who stole my heart,
And left a void and aching smart;
But if she soften not her eye,
I know that life and I must part.
poem by Douglas Hyde
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The Punisher
I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells,
Scooped them up with small, iron words,
Dripping over the runnels.
The harsh, cold wind of my words drove on, and still
I watched the tears on the guilty cheek of the boys
Glitter and spill.
Cringing Pity, and Love, white-handed, came
Hovering about the Judgment which stood in my eyes,
Whirling a flame.
. . . . . . .
The tears are dry, and the cheeks’ young fruits are fresh
With laughter, and clear the exonerated eyes, since pain
Beat through the flesh.
The Angel of Judgment has departed again to the Nearness.
Desolate I am as a church whose lights are put out.
And night enters in drearness.
The fire rose up in the bush and blazed apace,
The thorn-leaves crackled and twisted and sweated in anguish;
Then God left the place.
Like a flower that the frost has hugged and let go, my head
Is heavy, and my heart beats slowly, laboriously,
My strength is shed.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Of English Verse
Poets may boast, as safely vain,
Their works shall with the world remain;
Both, bound together, live or die,
The verses and the prophecy.
But who can hope his lines should long
Last in a daily changing tongue?
While they are new, envy prevails;
And as that dies, our language fails.
When architects have done their part,
The matter may betray their art;
Time, if we use ill-chosen stone,
Soon brings a well-built palace down.
Poets that lasting marble seek
Must carve in Latin or in Greek;
We write in sand, our language grows,
And, like the tide, our work o'erflows.
Chaucer his sense can only boast,
The glory of his numbers lost!
Years have defaced his matchless strain,
And yet he did not sing in vain.
The beauties which adorned that age,
The shining subjects of his rage,
Hoping they should immortal prove,
Rewarded with success his love.
This was the generous poet's scope,
And all an English pen can hope,
To make the fair approve his flame,
That can so far extend their fame.
Verse, thus designed, has no ill fate
If it arrive but at the date
Of fading beauty; if it prove
But as long-lived as present love.
poem by Edmund Waller
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Never Ending Sadness
Tears I shed with feelings unknown.
Pain so deep I think I'll explode.
My loneliness that drives me insane.
The smile I put with no one to blame.
My heart's pieces lost in this world,
And I'm tide with grief to seek alone.
Im slowly trying to leave my grief,
to eventually find that missing piece.
The piece of happiness that my heart needs
The true smile my cheeks seek.
The warming love to dry my tears.
'Oh I really miss yall dear.'
It seems forever I will cry
And with a heart of sadness I shall die,
With a heart as cold as ice,
And a grief that slowly took my life.
Never ending sadness deep within.
Hoping happiness will some day win,
And one day leave these tears behind,
And have a smile all the time.
poem by Jessica Vera
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A Flame For You
(d. deviller/s. hosein/c. russell)
Think about you evry minute
Dream about you evry hour of the day
Close my eyes, and I think of your kiss
Well thats all that Ive got
When youre so far away
It took some tears to let you
Thought that time would never heal me
You left my life, without a sound
After all weve been through
I still want you near me
Refrain:
A flame for you still burns
And so Im savin my love for you
A flame for you still burns
And Im holdin on
Yes. Im holdin on
Still in love with you (hey)
Remember how you get to safe and walk (ohh)
We built our life for two, oh
Guess I didnt recognize the signs
Coz I was lost in love
Lost in love with you
(repeat refrain)
Every once in a while
You find a love
That slips right through your hands
Gonna do my very best
To get you back again
A flame for you still burns
And so Im savin my love for you
(savin all my love for you)
A flame for you still burns (hey)
And Im holdin on
Yes, Im holdin on
Still in love with you
A flame for you still burns (hey, baby)
And so Im savin my love for you (savin all my love for you)
A falme for you still burn (still burn)
And Im holdin on
Yes, Im holdin on
Still in love with you
A flame for you still burns (hey)
And so Im savin my love for you (savin all my love for you)
A flame for you still burns
And Im holdin on
Yes, Im holdin on
Still in love with you
A flame for you still burns
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Love Has Taken Its Toll
Some girls you meet seem so complete
Like they dont need nothin from you
Theyre out to show you they dont want to know you
When deep inside they do
Well, this girl didnt want me or anyone else
She was alone, thought Id give it a try
I was a young bull stompin in the field
I saw red when she walked by
Love has taken its toll, love has
Love has taken, taken its toll, oh yeah
I had to think fast, I watched her walk past
I knew I would have my way
So I swaggered up, I mean I staggered up
But I didnt have a damn thing to say
Now, two handed strategy always works well for me
So I slipped my hands around her waist
I swore it was the right move, feelin so smooth
Till she backhanded me cross my face
Love has taken its toll, love has
Love has taken, taken its toll, oh yeah
To make a long story short, she finally got caught
I had to tell her enough is enough
She said, youre just what I needed, and boy
She nearly pleaded with me not to be too rough
Love has taken its toll, love has
Love has taken, taken its toll, oh yeah
Love has taken, taken its toll, love has
Love has taken, taken its toll, oh yeah
Love has taken, taken its toll, love has
Love has taken, taken its toll, oh yeah
song performed by by Foreigner
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Turn To Stone
She came from the past
She was never meant to last
Her destiny was fatal
From the start
A messenger from hell
She cast a deadly spell
On all of those who dare
To cross her heart
Aint no use in you trying to run
Fate has taken its toll
Just one look and the damage is done
Burn your eyes
Turn your heart into stone
History foretold of a circle
Cast in gold
An evil seed of power
Sealed within
But fate has lent a hand
Destroyed the golden band
And freed her soul
To wash the land with sin
Aint no use in you trying to run
Fate has taken its toll
Just one look and the damage is done
Burn your eyes
Turn your heart into stone
She cast a deadly spell
She put a spell on you
Shes got evil in her heart
Turn your heart into stone
Turn your heart into stone
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Do You Remember?
I left my life with you, do you remember?
That hollow day of sharpened rain and even sharper words.
Each step I took away from you, each leaden pace, defeated me.
Your voice, once soft and lyrical, now cold and forged from steel.
I left my heart with you, do you remember?
The days of love we'd shared lay smashed and littered with accusations.
Those eyes in which I'd often bathed, now but a swollen tempest,
Your smile, which made the Sun shine bright, now turned to blackened stone.
I left my dreams with you, do you remember?
Sweet promises we'd made, of carefree days and endless love,
Now turned to words that liars speak, meaningless and empty.
Your touch, once warm and gentle, now sharp as razor blades.
I left my faith with you, do you remember?
The trust entwined with love and understanding,
Now mixing with the sodden earth to build a final resting place.
Your kiss, once sweet with promise, now poisoned with Goodbye.
I thought that you would seek me out one day, and bring my treasures back to me,
But No!
I've lived bereft of life
I've lived with silence in my breast
I've lived with black and dreamless sleep
I've lived a faithless, loveless life.
I left it all with you.
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poem by Owain Glyn
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Love That Heals
Love that heals
and soothes the soul,
resonant, repeals
the grief whose toll
no tears can drown
or sadness bury;
love alone
will make you merry,
soothing, healing,
so that grief
becomes a feeling
love makes brief.
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Tears Of Remembrence
After I give up this body and leave Earth,
Who’ll be standing by my cold grave?
As those left before cannot shed tears of grief
That is left to the living who long ago forgave,
The error of my ways, in this life so brief
When spirit lifts skyward, all troubles left behind
A few may shed tears of remembrance
For deeds of mine, good and kind
Unnoticed acts of little consequence
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poem by Ray Lucero
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a Little While Eternal
Tell him i love to make these words
a song with his luscious lips...
and make the rhythm of my heart
be mellow music to his ears.
I'd love to make every moment with him
a little while eternal...
dancing and singing-
laughing, whispering
till the stars will slowly fall.
Tell him I love to make these lines
a love poem with his earnest smile,
and make his heart be sunlight
to my darkest sky.
I'd love to make every minute with him
a little while eternal-
feeling and loving...
smiling while kissing
till the stars will slowly fall.
Tell him I love to make his hair
my shadow with his teasing eyes.
And make his voice a melody
till the fearful evening dies.
I'd love to make every day with him
a little while eternal...
smiling and touching-
holding, caressing
till the stars will slowly fall.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Beyond the grief.
It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.
But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.
I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.
When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.
I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder
people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.
No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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How Many, How Long
How many time wasted, how many
how many promises you said, to me
how many love I sacrificed, how many
how many scar scratched, my heart
I can't forget, I can't get out
pain feeling, fool longing
vague memory trapped in my heart
but no more love left
How long I've been waiting, how long
how long my heart tormented, your behavior
how long I live in vain, how long
how long my tears flow, like river
now it's over, now it's all done
storm in my soul, chained heart
don't keep me if you don't love me
let our promise becomes dust and ash
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Kindled Love
Dreams of my heart,
And of my soul passes me by,
Nothing seems to stay with me for so long:
But i have from childhood a deepest solace of music.
This life........; even dreams are fake,
It is rare that they become dear and fair,
For a thousand times has my heart been lifted up to the sky,
Then crushed down on earth with great velocity,
I cry a stream of tears............,
I moan as if a mighty thunder.............;
And then a mighty delude of hatred overflows in my heart,
But no matter how loveless i become.......,
No matter how dreamless i becme............,
There is always a spark of love in my heart,
That always ignites my faith into a flame of love.
Yet again i learn to forgive;
And still to love again.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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The Knell Of Our Love
The things we all wished for,
The storm came and take away,
Was it the work of nature,
Or maybe the schemes of your hands,
Such insinuations thwarted everything,
Im a man gathering confidence,
Let the elders ring the knell
The war I thought I could fight,
Yet the pain I couldnt sustain,
To be so adamant in all undertakings,
Blinded by my own surreal thoughts,
I have gathered my boldness,
Let the elders ring the knell of our love
I couldnt bring the stars for you,
But I could talk the stars for you,
To always see none like you,
But to receive you gave a few,
I waited in the long queue,
I have accepted its passed and through,
Hear the sound of copper bells,
The elders ringing death knells
Death is an enemy to us,
Yet life was painful to me,
Such our love unto life life,
Better the death of a warrior,
Than the life of a slave,
Elders I seek thee,
Sound the death knell I beg
The fall of my heart before your feet,
The memories so shall you recall,
The days of the long poems,
The months of the good love,
The night of the Judas kiss,
I forgive you for the faake promises,
You were bound to deceive me,
Yet I was bound to love you,
Now the books should be closed,
The hammer should hit the ground,
Elders silence the failing love,
Let the knells ring aloud
The birds should fly and fly,
When we will cry and cry,
This love will die and die,
The transition shall be evident,
I cant walk a mile,
While you stand and smile,
I choose the knell,
Hear my call you elders
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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