A Farewell to False Love
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed,
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed,
Whose course was ever contrary to kind:
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Rage
Rage, rage oh burning rage
What gentle soul have you claimed
And torn from which a heart
Once good, noble and loving
No more could you let a soul rest
And find the joys of which it sang
No you poisoned it with misery
You poisoned with the unrequited desire
That left many a sleepless night
Are the fates plying those strings
Or is karma quietly waiting
And in its wait the is nothing
But the dying of faith, hope and love
What this gentle soul this heart
What it once believed and trusted
That it wished to share with the world
What remains amidst all this rage
But the agony and the mistrust
The poisoned paranoia infects deep
And deep is the rage that burns
And so I am left unanswered
As to what gentle soul rage has claimed
So I curse it and its name
poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A reason to live
A man's reason to live is his very reason to die. His reason to live is his reason to sacrifice by his reason to love. His reason to love is his reason to die. If he died it would be a great sacrifice by reason of his faith. Then that reason of faith is substantiated if that love is good. Therefore his faith is purposeful.
A dangerous man has no reason to live and therefore no reason to love as all is lost. If that man has no love he has no reason for faith and he has no reason of faith because there is no love. He will give up his life easily. Look at the ones who love you and you will have the reason to live. That reason to live is what makes you believe in life. Therefore by reason of love you have faith and by reason of faith you have life. - John 17: 3
poem by Talmadge Rogalla
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A reason to live
A man's reason to live is his very reason to die. His reason to live is his reason to sacrifice by his reason to love. His reason to love is his reason to die. If he died it would be a great sacrifice by reason of his faith. Then that reason of faith is substantiated if that love is good. Therefore his faith is purposeful.
A dangerous man has no reason to live and therefore no reason to love as all is lost. If that man has no love he has no reason for faith and he has no reason of faith because there is no love. He will give up his life easily. Look at the ones who love you and you will have the reason to live. That reason to live is what makes you believe in life. Therefore by reason of love you have faith and by reason of faith you have life. - John 17: 3
poem by Talmadge Beavan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Caught in a Moment
Were I ever more enthralled
In that moment I caught her full beauty
That soul, that heart, that spirited nature
The way she carried herself
The look in the eye, a glare transfixed
The curl of a smile like a hook holding
I fell victim to all she possessed
And in me she could claim all
For never before had I felt like this
More drawn to such beauty
That I saw before the body and face
A nature, a spirit, a heart to behold
A mind to challenge my own
I had felt the pining of strong desire
Known full well the sting of lust
False love and false declarations
But this, nothing like this
I had never been more enthralled
In the moment I caught her full beauty
poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thekla's Song; Or, The Voice Of A Spirit
Ask'st thou my home?-my pathway wouldst thou know,
When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd?
Was not my work fulfill'd and closed below?
Had I not liv'd and lov'd?-my lot was cast.
Wouldst thou ask where the nightingale is gone,
That melting into song her soul away,
Gave the spring-breeze what witch'd thee in its tone?
-But while she lov'd, she liv'd, in that deep lay!
Think'st thou my heart its lost one hath not found?
-Yes! we are one, oh! trust me, we have met,
Where nought again may part what love hath bound,
Where falls no tear, and whispers no regret.
There shalt thou find us, there with us be blest,
If as our love thy love is pure and true!
There dwells my father, sinless and at rest,
Where the fierce murderer may no more pursue.
And well he feels, no error of the dust
Drew to the stars of Heaven his mortal ken,
There it is with us, ev'n as is our trust,
He that believes, is near the holy then.
There shall each feeling beautiful and high,
Keep the sweet promise of its earthly day;
-Oh! fear thou not to dream with waking eye!
There lies deep meaning oft in childish play.
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fears of a teenage mafioso
Fear of love,
Fear of pain,
Fear of the unforgiving cane,
Fear of lies,
Fear of sighs,
Fear of those distraught eyes,
Fear for the unknown,
Fear for the known,
Fear of everything combined,
Fear is what makes me blind,
Fear is what makes me think,
and act in blind accordance,
Hindering the world around me,
Hence, My Fear of myself
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear of confusion,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear won’t let me escape
Fear mocks me, watching
Fear taunts me, waiting
Fear of losing,
Fear you cannot see,
Fear dealt upon thee.
Fear of darkness and death,
Fear of a dead comrade,
Fear of a gun being cocked,
Fear of being endlessly stalked,
Fear of time,
Fear of all the crime,
Fear of the undesirable truth,
Fear for the good.
Fear for the sake of life,
Fear of the neighbors next door,
Fear of the secretive man in the subway,
Fear of the revolutionary uproar,
Fear is to not rejoice your living,
Fear for the sake of your life,
But to fear is to forsake it.
Fear is to have no hope in life,
Fear of the fear of fear,
We need no reason to fear,
For fear has no reason for itself.
I guess life is just like that,
To fear for no reason,
For to fear is not to reason,
But to reason is to fear.
To fear for the sake of fear,
Is fear for fear,
So let me think,
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
poem by David daveres
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ballad
I KNOW my love is true,
And oh the day is fair.
The sky is dear and blue,
The flowers are rich of hue,
The air I breathe is rare,
I have no grief or care;
For my own love is true,
And oh the day is fair.
My love is false I find,
And oh the day is dark.
Blows sadly down the wind,
While sorrow holds my mind;
I do not hear the lark,
For quenched is life's dear spark,—
My love is false I find,
And oh the day is dark!
For love doth make the day
Or dark or doubly bright;
Her beams along the way
Dispel the gloom and gray.
She lives and all is bright,
She dies and life is night.
For love doth make the day,
Or dark or doubly bright.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Missing You.
We were close
as close as could be
You were my faith in life
my reason to believe
Believe in happiness
the happiness you brought each day
Now all is lost
all the words I didn't get to say
Say that you were my saviour
my guide through the pain
The only one
keeping me sane
Sane as you can be
in this world of disbelieve
All is drowned
in my world filled with grief
Grief that tears me apart
bringing me to defeat
Shadows embrace me
bringing eternal sleep
Sleep is my enemy
against the raging fire
Burning deep inside
filling my heart with desire
Desire for a moment
A moment of peace again
I miss being happy
I miss you my friend
poem by Shannah Leigh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Ocean To Cynthia
But stay, my thoughts, make end, give fortune way ;
Harsh is the voice of woe and sorrow's sound ;
Complaints cure not, and tears do but allay
Griefs for a time, which after more abound.
To seek for moisture in the Arabian sand
Is but a loss of labor and of rest ;
The links which time did break of hearty bands
Words cannot knit, or wailings make anew.
Seek not the sun in clouds when it is set.
On highest mountains, where those cedars grew,
Against whose banks the troubled ocean beat,
And were the marks to find thy hopëd port,
Into a soil far off themselves remove ;
On Sestos' shore, Leander's late resort,
Hero hath left no lamp to guide her love.
Thou lookest for light in vain, and storms arise;
She sleeps thy death that erst thy danger sighed;
Strive then no more, bow down thy weary eyes,
Eyes which to all these woes thy heart have guided.
She is gone, she is lost, she is found, she is ever fair;
Sorrow draws weakly where love draws not too;
Woe's cries sound nothing, but only in love's ear.
Do then by dying what life cannot do.
Unfold thy flocks and leave them to the fields,
To feed on hills or dales, where likes them best,
Of what the summer or the springtime yields,
For love and time hath given thee leave to rest.
Thy heart which was their fold, now in decay
By often storms and winter's many blasts,
All torn and rent becomes misfortune's prey;
False hope, my shepherd's staff, now age hath brast.
My pipe, which love's own hand gave my desire
To sing her praises and my woe upon,
Despair hath often threatened to the fire,
As vain to keep now all the rest are gone.
Thus home I draw, as death's long night draws on;
Yet every foot, old thoughts turn back mine eyes;
Constraint me guides, as old age draws a stone
Against the hill, which over-weighty lies
For feeble arms or wasted strength to move:
My steps are backward, gazing on my loss,
My mind's affection and my soul's sole love,
Not mixed with fancy's chaff or fortune's dross.
To God I leave it, who first gave it me,
And I her gave, and she returned again,
As it was hers; so let His mercies be
Of my last comforts the essential mean.
But be it so or not, the effects are past;
Her love hath end; my woe must ever last.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In the Morning of Life
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,
And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,
When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own,
And the light that surrounds us is all from within;
Oh 'tis not, believe me, in that happy time
We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; --
Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,
But affection is truest when these fade away.
When we see the first glory of youth pass us by,
Like a leaf on the stream that will never return,
When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high,
First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn;
Then, then in the time when affection holds sway
With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew;
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers,
Their sighs have no freshness, their odour no worth;
'Tis the cloud and the mist of our own Isle of showers
That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth.
So it is not 'mid splendour, prosperity, mirth,
That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears;
To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth,
But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.
poem by Thomas Moore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fire & Ice
Everyday is like a set up race
And the world is still a lonely place
To be or not to be is this the final quiz.
A flash in the pan goodbye
Still shooting for the open sky
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
I cannot find a compromise.
Its all just treason
They bring me down with their lies
Dont know the reason
My life is fire and ice.
Tomorrow will be different
All you need is just come confidence
I dream of being a warrior
So far beyond.
Theres a voice, that whispers I can fail
I believe its just a trick of the tail
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
There is no way no compromise.
Its all just treason
They bring me down with their lies
Dont know the reason
My life is fire and ice.
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Fire & Ice
Everyday is like a set up race
And the world is still a lonely place
To be or not to be is this the final quiz.
A flash in the pan goodbye
Still shooting for the open sky
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
I cannot find a compromise.
Its all just treason
They bring me down with their lies
Dont know the reason
My life is fire and ice.
Tomorrow will be different
All you need is just come confidence
I dream of being a warrior
So far beyond.
Theres a voice, that whispers I can fail
I believe its just a trick of the tail
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
There is no way no compromise.
Its all just treason
They bring me down with their lies
Dont know the reason
My life is fire and ice.
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The season came
The lamp within my heart,
Triggering a deep insight,
Bringing in a great light,
Taking away the grief and hurt,
Loving you above great heights,
Fighting for you with might,
Proud to realise im right,
Right to know for you i will fight
The reason i had in mind,
I thought i said it with time,
The treason i did against you,
I thought i was punished in time,
The season then came,
The season to share the love i had,
A season to forget treason,
A season to tell the reasons,
To love you in all times,
Being my lamp, my reason,
In a new season
poem by Gaylord Munemo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Whatsoever is contrary to nature is contrary to reason, and whatsoever is contrary to reason is absurd.
quote by Baruch Spinoza
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Lute And The Lyre
Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root,
Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire,
Takes exultant voice when music holds in high pursuit
Deep desire.
Keen as burns the passion of the rose whose buds respire,
Strong as grows the yearning of the blossom toward the fruit,
Sounds the secret half unspoken ere the deep tones tire.
Slow subsides the rapture that possessed love's flower-soft lute,
Slow the palpitation of the triumph of the lyre:
Still the soul feels burn, a flame unslaked though these be mute,
Deep desire.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love said.. a paraphrase of a study group on Love
Love said,
I made you
Your body was conceived in love.
Your mind was conceived in love.
Your spirit was conceived in love.
I made your body to stand,
to walk, to dance, to make love
in love.
I made your senses
to touch love, to taste love,
to see love, to find space in love,
to hear love, everywhere
for I made everywhere
I made your mind
to know love’s substance
which no alteration finds,
to know the flow of love,
the fire of love, love in the air,
to hear what love speaks;
to know love in your reason,
to reason love;
to know why love is everywhere;
to know how to find love in hate;
to know why justice, mercy, grace, are love;
to know love in surrender;
to know how love turns faith to love;
to know love’s play in love’s creation;
to know that love is always now;
to know love's neighbour is yourself;
and when least visible,
to know love frees and balances;
to know why all seek love.
I made your spirit and your heart,
I made your very self
as every self
to be Myself; to show Myself;
Love said
I made you.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Season's Unforgettable Reason
Many centuries past God sent his love,
To reunite us with His heaven above.
The flawless salvation, forever to last.
Mankind removes landmarks of past.
Christ, Love Incarnate, God’s Word.
Contemporary thinking, how absurd.
For years He’s coming it’s been said.
In the Messiah’s return, Faith’s dead.
Blinded by lies, Life turns a wreck.
Unbeknown by even the very elect.
Fully anti-Christ, even near treason.
Forgetting the reason for the season.
Not Jesus’ birthday, not a holy day.
Man wanting a Christ less holiday.
Where giving of love’s meant to be.
Greed is placed under a holiday tree.
World so full of anti Christ, Beware!
As false beliefs pop up every where.
Hearts love low, Full of hate and fear.
Could it be that end is drawing near?
poem by Joseph Blitch
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If you follow reason far enough it always leads to conclusions that are contrary to reason.
quote by Samuel Butler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Open Your Heart
And when it hurts you know
They love to tell you
How they warned you
They say dont be surprised
At someones lies
They think they taunt you
But if you can stand the test
You know your worst is better
Than their best
And so you stand here
With the years ahead
Potentially calling
With open heart
Or with a spirit dead
You walk on
Lies the reason
Faith or treason
Playing a part
End concealing
Try revealing
Open your heart
Dare to feel
Take the chance
Make the deal
Being an island
Shying from trying
Seems the easy way
Such an easy way
But theres no future
Without tears
Lies the reason
Faith or treason
Playing a part
End concealing
Try revealing
Open your heart
But if you can stand the test you know your worst is better than their best lies the reason
Faith or treason
Playing a part
End concealing
Try revealing
Open your heart
song performed by by Human League
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!