Sorrow stripped
you came in
you said
you carried that face
unbearably
under the masks
fingertipped
blind hand touched
their rims
cold
you came in
you said
you took off the coat
unbearably
unbuttoned
it was hanging
you stood there
she asked
you came in
you said
you had that
you carried your face
you masked
its rims
you came in
you said
unbearably
she
word blind
colour mute
unbuttoned
you came in
you said
fingertipped
masked
unbearably
' I'm no longer yours
and I think I've never been'
unbuttonedly
she cried
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Unbearably Blue
Russian blue, yeah russian blue
Like sapphire in the sun
She taunted me so tenderly
What speck of logic I possess
Was hard on the run
I begged myself, dont give an inch
Dont wrestle with them eyes
One fatal glance, one look askance
Will only end in sorrow
Oh, dear boy, be advised
Youre a happy man, and happy man
Resist what fools might do
Yeah, right, such noble words would be wise
If only they were truev cause her eyes are so unbearably blue
Now aint I smart, so insufferably smart
Why it leaves me stupefied
The face is flush, my mind is mush
I oughta cut and run
But all I do is slip and slide
Seems my body and my soul
Got conflicting points of view
Now then, which master do I serve
If I only knew
cause her eyes are so unbearably blue
Unbearably blue
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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No Words Can Explain
Love Unbearably
Have you ever loved someone so unbearably?
That your chest wants to burst
Have you ever longed to see someone so much?
That when you close your eyes,
You can feel he is near
Only to find upon opening your eyes
That he is not there
Have you ever loved someone so much?
That you just want to be by yourself
To daydream of the day
That he will appear
Have you ever
Felt the pain of loving someone
Have you ever loved someone?
You can feel his pain...
Have you ever loved someone?
And not have the words to explain
poem by Persian Khushi
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I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
quote by Franz Kafka
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The Pillow Hot
The pillow hot
On both sides,
The second candle
Dying, the ravens
Crying. Haven't
Slept all night, too late
To dream of sleep...
How unbearably white
The blind on the white window.
Good morning, morning!
poem by Anna Akhmatova
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The problem with the common person is that he is so unbearably common!
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Requiem
No more will I see your gentle face
Nor hear your voice, your laughter.
Gone is the solace of your embrace.
I am bereft hereafter.
You used to listen to my woes
And dry my bitter tears.
With kisses softer than a rose
You quelled my darkest fears.
What shall I do? Where can I go?
Without you, yes, I'll carry on,
But life will be unbearably slow.
My future, bleaker, now you're gone.
So, I will keep you in my heart,
Until we meet again, some day.
Meanwhile, though I am torn apart,
I won't let my soul decay.
The Gods above are cold as ice,
To take you on, yet leave me here,
But I'll recall your sound advice
As though you whisper in my ear.
Despite the pain, when times are tough
No clouds will e'er obscure
My memories of you. They'll be enough
To see me through! ...
...Love will endure!
Rest In Peace
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Together
God, it's a pretty day!
late summer sunshine,
with just enough of a breeze
to keep it from being unbearably hot...
in the distance the mountains
sit cross-legged like old monks,
practicing breathing...
in and out, embracing life.
so many people with problems,
yet still stopping to say 'hello'...
kind words, and a little laughter,
clouds hanging in a blue sky...
people are just people...
and that's what makes it all
worthwhile... fix what you can,
keep your head up, keep going...
we're in this thing together!
it's a beautiful day.... somewhere
fish are biting.... and people
sit down together to share a meal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing and drops dead.
Woody Allen in Without Feathers
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Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosiac, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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So Much More Than Words Can Say (best love poems)
I'm trying to write a love song
But the words won't come out right
My heart is breaking painfully
Yet I'm lost for words tonight.
I'm trying to find some lyric
That would make you turn around
My heart cries out in agony
But my voice makes not a sound.
I'm trying to say I'm sorry
As I watch you walk away
My heart hurts so unbearably
So much more than words can say.
(November 2008)
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poem by Charles Wiles
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Equilibrium
I went to meet you, as I have met you before
Exploring you as a stranger
I did not mind to be your back door
Satisfying my personal hunger for danger
You are the one that I wanted all along
The temptation to finally have you was strong
You took what I offered without second thought
Playing along I made available what you bought
I know it was like a financial transaction
Your body for my wanting as a subtraction
We played - knowing we were wrong from the start
But it's too late now because we have each other's heart
I hate you for what you are doing to me
I love you for finally setting me free
You hate me for the way I invaded your mind
You love me because you are no longer blind
Together we are going strong
A concept I considered before to be wrong
My happiness surrounds your satisfaction
You're right there for me in every interaction
Encounters are passionate one after another
But forever we never promised each other
Still - I always know at the end of each day
We meet right here - just as we never stray
You get me and your nature I understand
I'm o.k. to be the ostrich with the-head-in-the sand
You let me explore the soft feminine things
So we're even and without any strings
You say that your love for me is unbearably strong
And I finally know where I belong
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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The Foggy, Foggy Blue
When I was a young man, I loved to write poems
And I called a spade a spade
And the only only thing that made me sing
Was to lift the masks at the masquerade.
I took them off my own face,
I took them off others too
And the only only wrong in all my song
Was the view that I knew what was true.
Now I am older and tireder too
And the tasks with the masks are quite trying.
I’d gladly gladly stop if I only only knew
A better way to keep from lying,
And not get nervous and blue
When I said something quite untrue:
I looked all around and all over
To find something else to do:
I tried to be less romantic
I tried to be less starry-eyed too:
But I only got mixed up and frantic
Forgetting what was false and what was true.
But tonight I am going to the masked ball,
Because it has occurred to me
That the masks are more true than the faces:
—Perhaps this too is poetry?
I no longer yearn to be naïve and stern
And masked balls fascinate me:
Now that I know that most falsehoods are true
Perhaps I can join the charade?
This is, at any rate, my new and true view:
Let live and believe, I say.
The only only thing is to believe in everything:
It’s more fun and safer that way!
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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You Will Endure Love (like it or not)
Love can be found…
one can lose it too
You can choose your love…
yet love might not choose you
You can be in love…
You can be love-struck
Love can be like the touch of velvet…
Or be like getting hit by a truck
Love can be fleeting…
Love can last a lifetime
Love can be most painful…
Or be softly sublime
Love can be capricious
And be most mysterious
Taste so delicious
A sensation so delirious
Love can vanish…
in a heartbeat
Love can perish…slowly
Or linger sweet
One thing is sure…It will Change…
like the weather
And like the weather
Will blow cold and hot
Be it unbearably heavy
Or light as a feather
You will… endure love…
Like it or not! !
poem by David Whalen
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The Lost Sun (African song)
Police herd the helpless through Landrover doors.
Soldiers mount women like dogs on all fours.
Children bear parents, shot down in the road.
How can the Sun be so terribly cold?
Maize fields abandoned, eaten by flames.
Mud walls destroyed, villages without names.
Livestock run free, the kraal gates cannot hold.
Who left the shivering Sun to the cold?
Breakfast plates empty, stores with no supplies.
Noon, vacant desks, hunger in pupils' eyes.
This was the New Dawn, for breaking the mould.
How rose the Sun so unbearably cold?
Grass was preserved by communal rotation
Wildlife conserved by decrees of the nation.
Watered, watched over by Sun-Gods of old.
Now who saves the African Sun from the cold?
poem by Frank Bana
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Carried Away
(barry gibb/albhy galuten)
There you are
Shiny as a morning star
Its a figure of speech
But youre still out of reach
You never told me loving you could be so wrong and right
And its gonna be a lonely night
I turn to you
You turn away
Youre looking at someone else
And here am i
Loving you more and more
Weve got an open door, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Cest la vie
So you wanna play another part
Can you say goodbye
Can you live a lie
Shell never give you what I gave you was my breaking heart
Better than I ever knew
And if you can live without my love
Youre really gonna be alone
And here am i
Walking against the crowd
Calling your name out loud, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Carried away
Baby there aint no final word
Ill be yours again
I got a world of tenderness
Yours until the end
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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On The Rails
Phew! This department if so unbearably stifling,
The whole populace is frantically rifling,
Through loads of clothes, hanging up for inspection,
Either for your acceptance, or for your rejection,
On the rails,
At the Sales!
The available sizes left, are eight's and eighteen's,
In shirts, blouses, jumpers and denim blue jeans,
Bra cups in E's and F's and G's.
Skirts so short, they ride way above the knees,
What sort of 'shapes' are these stores expecting,
What choice, have we, when it comes to selecting,
From the rails,
At the Sales!
It's a manic crush, and there's really no mistaking,
Fighting over, items' that aren't worth the taking,
Like that half price dress, that was less than you thought,
But that someone else has just grabbed and has bought,
So quick, and you being just a little bit too slack,
You have lost it, and it won't now be yours, with diamante in black,
Off the rails,
At the Sales!
Oh! It's a battle, and such a mad struggle to survive,
And in the end, it takes so many hours to revive,
Your senses, and days like this one can be so tiring,
When buying these bargains, which you have stood there admiring,
Hung on rails,
At the Sales!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Soldier's Dismissal
You did it.-they said
I’ve always done, no aid
Any more tasks? – they asked
Now I’ve got none.- he masked
Now you can go.-they said
Yes, now I know I’m dead.
Mission complete. – they said
No force to compete, no aid.
Will you be back? -they asked
Think I lost the track.-he masked
The war is over –they said-
Moreover it’s never been.
The war is over- he said-
Moreover it’s never seen.
Not real, it’s a deal?
Sir, yes, sir, nothing more to stir!
This soldier’s dismissed, no aid.
And tombstone kissed, undead-
They said.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Imagination
Imagination plays me most intolerable tricks.
To enumerate them all would be unbearably prolix.
Just a trifle bids them gather and a trifle bids them go.
And they tease me and torment me more than anyone can know.
Tricks of strange, disordered action, tricks of strange disordered thought.
Tricks of seeking explanations most unprofitably sought.
But my will is learning daily, when the creatures growl and leap,
That a stern voice and a stinging lash will drive them back to sleep.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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So Early in the Morning the Great Things I Write
I’m sitting all alone in this solid night
in the yard behind my home watching the fire end its flight.
It’s quiet all around; the fire consumes my sight.
Now a great roaring sound is coming from the light.
The thought eats at my conscience as I always knew it might
because I’m starting to doubt if I can tell what’s wrong from what is right.
Why do I switch sides so often? Why this constant fight?
How come I’ll change in a heartbeat from black back into white?
I’ll chew and never swallow; too much off I bite.
Dreaming of escape. Flying like a kite.
But the homely ropes are bound so unbearably tight.
So I’ll wonder about my life and the fall after the height.
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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I Know My Problems! (Revised)
They create TV series showing people under
emotional stress continuing their work - well,
according to books people do that, probably -
ideally - but I can't, I can't do a thing
Reality is unbearably powerful and big, my
alternative universe is small, unreachable, high
hopes I had of being able to deal with this day
evaporates under that heady realisation
No problem at home has been resolved, only
clearly labelled, painstakingly filed - for later
attention - meantime, I have work on my
desk - yet my mind refuses
To complete circuits required to bring about
logical thinking, looking up things and writing
down lines; but at least I know my problems
are psychological
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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