My Love (Do Not Ask Me)
Do not ask me, the name of my love
I fear for you, from the fragrance of perfume
contained in a bottle, if you smashed it,
drowning you, in spilled scent
By God, if you even croaked a letter,
Lilacs would pile up on the paths
Do not look for it here in my chest
I have left it to run with the sunset
You can see it in the laughter of doves
In the flutter of butterflies
In the ocean, in the breathing of dales
and in the song of every nightingale
in the tears of winter, when winter cries
in the giving of a generous cloud
Do not ask about his lips…as elegant as the sunset
And his eyes, a shore of purity
And his waist, the sway of a branch
Charms…which no book has contained
Nor described by a literate's feather
And his chest, his throat, enough for you
I won't breath his name, my lover…
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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In the Spirit of Rumi-40-The Nightingale and the Rose
As cold winter turns to warming Spring,
two lovers return from their winter rest.
The first rose shyly blooms; .
the nightingale pours out its song.
These are the two most generous lovers in the world;
do they not deserve each other?
In the daytime, while the nightingale takes its rest,
renews its generous throat,
the rose opens to embrace the world with beauty;
In the nighttime, while the rose folds and rests in sleep,
waiting to drink that purest dew of dawn,
the nightingale tells the world of beauty;
So each speaks in turn; both speak of beauty;
one in sound, the other in silence.
This way, telling of their love to the sleeping other;
Do they prefer it thus? Or is their listening
as sensitive as a mother’s nighttime intuition,
hearing more clearly, inwardly, in rest?
Which is the Lover, which is the Beloved?
Does the nightingale return in spring
at the first perfume of the rose,
drifting from the hedge and garden
like the messages of Layla and Majnun?
Or does the rose wait impatiently to bloom in Spring
until it hears – its petals trembling as they listen –
the nightingale’s song from that liquid throat?
Which is the Lover, which is the Beloved?
Does it matter to the world?
It matters only if that love is not equal; full;
generous beyond all worldly measure;
and then the Lover has become the Beloved,
the Beloved has become the Lover..
You and I, on our prayer-mat each day,
seeking God within ourselves,
which is the Lover, which the Beloved?
Have we yet become each other,
equal, full, and generous beyond all worldly measure;
night and day, as nightingale and rose?
As nightingales and roses sing forever
of each other's love
eternally, the round world turning, turning..
l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sunset In the Winter
The crisp smell of the woods is beautiful when it comes to winter. Snow across the the woods sitting there fresh and clean. when it comes to sunsets you know what i am talking about, a sunset in the winter is far more beautiful the in the spring, because in the winter you have some time to sit there and think. You are just there to see how beautiful a sunset is in the winter, My, my the beautiful things. When you hear the animals whistling in the woods you know what its like to see and feel a sunset in the winter.
poem by Rosanna Florio
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As The Sunset
As the sunset I think to myself why.
As the sunset I sit down and cry.
Wondering why life got to be a lie.
As the sunset I dropp my head.
As the sunset I think about you instead.
How can I go home and get in my bed.
As the sunset I say no.
As the sunset I just don't know.
My love that I have for u just wont go.
As the sunset I look to the sky.
As the sunset I wait to die.
Tell me how to say good-bye.
As the sunset I say a prayer.
As the sunset how can I dare.
I'm giving up, I just don't care.
Sitting by the window watching the sun to set.
Knowing I'm going to see you again,
and you coming back home at the end.
By: Brittany Smith
9/25/08
poem by Brittany Smith
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Baby's Breath
“It’s not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons” Johann von Schiller
Caressing soft blanket
Warmth spreads
Beneath her breast
Baby’s breath
With tender touches
Rocking gently
Joy spills tears
Baby’s breath
Beneath her chest
Is heaven scent
Window lace drawn
Her eyes glitter
Baby’s breath
Against her neck
In rhyme with hearts together
Nightingale sings
Crescent moon shinning
Baby’s breath
Beneath her chest
In her arms asleep
It’s not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us mother & babe.
(June 2011)
poem by Jo Ann Zsilavetz
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A Silver Lining
Which way does the wind blow
North, South, East, West
How can they say its warm or cold
Young or old
How can they say a cloud has a silver lining
That’s like lying
Just look into the sunset
And think
Look what God gave me
The wind to cool me on a hot day
And a sunset over the bay
How much luckier could I be
He gave me a nightingale to sing me to sleep
A mourning dove to help me weep
A Cardinal in the winter
And a robin in the spring
How much luckier could I be
To have Christ die for me
And now they say how bad the world is
But yet it could be worse
poem by Isabella Epona
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A Winter Message
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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winter winter winter winter icy winter
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Winter's love
Winter, has the charm of life,
Winter, is like my wife.
Winter is my love,
Winter is my dream of always ''wow''
I always wait for winter like its friend,
the trees in winter always bend, having its branches like the ghosts arms.
they are my always my eye's charms.
do you love winter as i do?
poem by Leah Dsouza
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Love's Last Kiss
This is the end of the beginning
His lungs supplied the air for my living
We kissed all night long with his life for my breathing
The dawn should have choked the cock from crowing
By the sun's first kissing
Disdain was all we had in our chest's lefting
We fought and went our whoring
I sat one evening by the beach watching
The sun kiss the sea goodbye
And watching the sunset set its time
When there came a tapping on my shoulder
David was looking at me but not really
I grabbed him close and had a fourth symphony
I took back the rib god had made me from
He held me so tightly, my breath was gone
I hit the ground as he left me go
He took his last breath from my mouth
I unveiled his eyes...he was blind
And loved me blindly.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Cobblestones
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences always are, on the page, contained the words. The meat package, set up as meat packages always are, with cellophane covering, contained the chops. The synagogue, set up as synagogues always are, for people, contained the rabbi. The classroom, set up as classrooms always are, for chairs, contained the professor. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, beside the grave, contained the mother. The word, set up as words always are, beyond hearing, contained the syllables. The prose, set up as prose always is, in census-rectangles, contained the phenomena. The nation, set up as nations always are, in questionnaire rooms, contained the sworn. The can, set up as cans always are, with ornate paper covers, contained the chicken o’noodle soup, with the circular noodles. Abacus, guitar, and quipu, set up as abacus, guitar and quipu always are, hieratically on notional strings, contained tobacco’s troubadours. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, next to the grave, contained the sister. The elegy, set up as elegies always are, dishonestly, contained the family. The steak, set up as steaks always are, artificially reddened, contained the fat. The rectangular venetian blinds, set up as rectangular venetian blinds always are, in the windowframe, contained the slats. The DNA, set up as DNA always is, in double helixes, contained the and. The word people, set up as the word people always is, in writing, contained the o.
poem by Aaron Fogel
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Despite The Tears
(c.dowd/j.buckley)
This song is contained in seedy arkhestras album puzzle. jeff plays lead guitar and sings backing vocals.
He found a letter from his lover
She said shes never coming home
His things were lying on her doorstep
And his tears they fell like rain
And in his mind, he knew
Hed love her always
Despite the tears
And in his town where few knew love
Hed spend his nights all alone, crying
And all the love hed once shared with her
Was gone, long, long, long gone
And he knew a part of him was dying
And in his mind
He knew hed love her always
Despite the tears
Dont cry, dontcry, dont cry
Lover we tried, we tried, we tried
And in his mind he knew hed love her always
Despite the tears
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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The Spirit Of Sunset
There is magic at the end of everyday
You can see it on the horizon of play.
The sun slowly drops down to take a rest,
And then we lay down for the night until the morning crest.
There is beauty in every sunset, open your eyes to see perchance.
You may see the Sunset Spirit rest upon the suns departing glance
Her beauty is beyond reproach; her eyes leave a lasting impression.
And although she does not speak, her lips speak the night's confession.
The Sunset Spirit is this and more, she comes from the suns inner core.
She guides are sunsets for our pleasure, so that we are left wanting more
Her lust for attention motivates her, to show all of sunset's glory.
But, this my friends is truly only half of this beautiful story.
The Sunset Spirit has always been and she will always be,
For she has been set upon this earth at the Lord Gods decree
The Sunset Sprit is a savior to ensure the beauty that we all see,
But most of all she is the beauty in the sunset, that always comforts me.
REB (MAY 2012) I Love the sunsets, and to see the real beauty of them, you just have to open our eyes.
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Breathless Moments
could love fathom
all little insignificances
that litter my day
like the lilies on a pond
breathing, continually breathing for dear life
each hungry for the kiss of the beast
or the dominion of a feast of birds
that hover in the sky for a destiny
as I pluck a flower in midstream
waiting for you my love to come
promising to love you till the end
in my breathless moments, echoing my pleas
to be with you, at the crossroad of my dreams
when love comes softly to my waiting arms
waiting for the sunset..waiting for the sunset
don't let go of me, my heart, our dreams
your every heartbeat, is a song in my heart
your every breath, a joy, my whole life
your eyes, my guide, my light..
let's kiss and seal our love..forever...
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Ah, Winter!
chill breeze
blowing into
nose eyes n ears
clogged nostrils
watery eyes
choked breathing
ah, but the denuded
trees bearing
bunches of flowers
at each stem
purple orange
white yellows
feasting eyes
through a veil
of watering eyes
colors spraying
perfume forced into
blocked nostrils
chilled winds
pouring dulcet
winter notes
into dumb ears
lungs fail to draw
full cycle of breath!
ah, winter
pleasantly chilling
ah, winter...!
aaachoooooooooooo!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Heart's Sunset
Over the ocean, its waves are silent where they sleep;
a pleasing yellow orb of fire drops down to be swallowed by the ocean.
The orb's rays of light slice through the water.
Down and deeper it cuts
This is the magnificent beauty of the sunset.
Everyone has one in there heart.
Can you find your sunset?
A priceless sight that the heart can conjure,
as the orb seeps below the horizon, to the signify the dawning of the new day.
The new day will bring new changes and people.
To see their faces and be happy
But that will depend on your heart.
What shape is your heart in?
Your feelings will make your sunset.
Your sunset could be a happy or a sad sunset.
Your happy to start the new day for sunrise,
or your sad to see the day go
Maybe it was the last day of seeing someone.
Then that would be a sad sunset
Always watch your sunset.
Then your sunrise comes...
poem by Natalie Vail
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Pale September
Pale september, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Sunset
Sand beneath my feet
Sky above my head
Looking for the sunset
The sunset I have left,
I am walking all alone
On the beaches sand
Walking by myself
With seashells in my hand,
Looking for the sunset
the sunsets which are spoke
The one that lover’s kiss to
The one, poets have wrote.
Walking arm in arm
With a different thought
Searching for the sunset
The beauty, many have sought,
I am walking all alone
With the sky above my head
Still looking for the beauty
The sunset I have left,
For many have told me
Many have also explained
There is nothing like the sunset
Or the summer’s rain,
I am walking all by myself
From my cloudy life
Looking for the wonder
The beauty after night.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Raining Tears
out my eyes,
from the clouds
they fall
tears of rain,
tears of all.
down my cheeks,
from which i fall,
they rain,
on
and on.
across my lips,
down the rivers,
tears of rain,
just go
on
and on.
down my chin,
down the plateau,
lonely river
just flows
on
and on
on and on.
drops to the chest,
across my heart,
raining tears,
into a ocean
deep in blue,
on
and on
on and on
the ocean goes
lonely ocean of tears.
poem by Darlene Belcher
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Alley Rats
They were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”
And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guise
Of “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.”
Metaphors such as these sprang from their lips while other street cries
Sprang from sparrows finding scattered oats among interstices of the curb.
Ah-hah these metaphors—and Ah-hah these boys—among the police they were known
As the Dirty Dozen and their names took the front pages of newspapers
And two of them croaked on the same day at a “necktie party” … if we employ the metaphors of their lips.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Winter Melody
Emptiness and just a memory
Love is gone with nothing left for me
All those wasted feeling for something I no longer have
I never knew that love could hurt so bad
Winter melody, winter melody, winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own
I cant bear to see the sun go down
Casting stormy shadows all around
Nothing seems to matter, I just get by from day to day
I never thought that you would leave this way
Winter melody, winter melody, winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own
Winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own
Loneliness, thats all thats left for me
Happiness is chilled by winters breeze
I keep on remembering the day that you came along
And since you left, well I just sing the song
Winter melody, winter melody, winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Barely If At All
When my love complained, every word
A breath on my last dandelion
And so lovers will leave and their tears
Souvenirs for the very first time
I searched the world reluctant
To find a lover enthusiastic
Speak to me barely if at all
When I was a boy, funny things
Water wings kept you confident
A belly of wine, similar
To keep yourself indifferent
And I scraped the bargain basement
Bought a lover less than fantastic
Spoke to me barely if at all
Taste perfume that burns my throat
And I am free of envelope
Squeeze an instant out of me
And she placed a hand between our lips
How could anything be so precious
She kissed me barely if at all
And she, with her hand between our lips
Gave me what we now have in common
She left me barely if at all
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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