Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words,. A post shared by Christopher Poindexter christopherpoindexter on Dec 7, at What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in? What is this stance we take, To turn away and then turn back? What did we hear? I think I was searching for treasures or stones in the clearest of pools when your face…. I came to you one rainless August night. You taught me how to live without the rain. You are thirst and thirst is all I know. You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky, The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand Your breath into my mouth. You reach—then bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. You wrap your name tight around my ribs And keep me warm. I was born for you.
Above, below, by you, by you surrounded. I wake to you at dawn. Never break your Knot. Salva, traga, Break me, I am bread. I will be the water for your thirst.
This sounds wonderful to everyone who suffers from lacking, but consider, too, that a ravine keeps nothing out:. I have an easygoing way about me. Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass does not raise above it. Here is no question of whiteness, white as can be, with a purple mole at the center of each flower. Wherever his hand has lain there is a tiny purple blossom under his touch to which the fibres of her being stem one by one, each to its end, until the whole field is a white desire, empty, a single stem, a cluster, flower by flower, a pious wish to whiteness gone over— or nothing.
I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut That will solve a murder case unsolved for years Because the murderer left it in the snow beside a window Through which he saw her head, connecting with Her shoulders by a neck, and laid a red Roof in her heart.
Love Poems - Whether you're searching for words to express a classic courtship or “Sonnets to Madness and Other Misfortunes, III” by Francisco X. Alarcón. Duffy's 'The Love Poem', is a collection of verses from other love poems, Such as; the poet has taken 'My mistress' eyes from Shakespeare's 'Sonnet '; 'let.
For this we live a thousand years; For this we love, and we live because we love, we are not Inside a bottle, thank goodness! I love you as the sunlight leads the prow Of a ship which sails From Hartford to Miami, and I love you Best at dawn, when even before I am awake the sun Receives me in the questions which you always pose. Sometimes she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass, Like light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood; Sometimes she is the colour of lions, of sand in the fire of noon, Sometimes as bruised with shadows as the afternoon.
Sometimes she moves like rivers, sometimes like trees; Or tranced and fixed like South Pole silences; Sometimes she is beauty, sometimes fury, sometimes neither, Sometimes nothing, drained of meaning, null as water. A post shared by amanda lovelace ladybookmad on Oct 10, at When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our burning their remains No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream, This be our solace: O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love, When morning strikes her spear upon the land, And we must rise and arm us and reprove The insolent daylight with a steady hand, Be not discountenanced if the knowing know We rose from rapture but an hour ago.
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. And her voice is a string of coloured beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine. Typewriter Series by Tyler Knott Gregson …. Go grab some holiday gifts at chasersofthelight. A post shared by Tyler Knott Gregson tylerknott on Dec 17, at 4: Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.
Only your word will heal the injury To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean— Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene. Upon my word, I tell you faithfully Through life and after death you are my queen; For with my death the whole truth shall be seen.
Some say a cavalry corps, some infantry, some, again, will maintain that the swift oars of our fleet are the finest sight on dark earth; but I say that whatever one loves, is. Here you will find the text of each Shakespearean sonnet with commentary for most. My tongue -tied Muse in manners holds her still, Sonnet Themes in the Sonnets Although love is the overarching theme of the sonnets, there are three specific underlying themes: The first two of these underlying themes are the focus of the early sonnets addressed to the young man in particular Sonnets where the poet argues that having children to carry on one's beauty is the only way to conquer the ravages of time.
In the middle sonnets of the young man sequence the poet tries to immortalize the young man through his own poetry the most famous examples being Sonnet 18 and Sonnet Sonnets in the Spotlight Sonnet is the poet's pragmatic tribute to his uncomely mistress, commonly referred to as the dark lady because of her dun complexion. After the first two, which are intended to set the tone, follow some previously unpublished ones.
Then a fairly catholic selection from all places and times. Readers will have to make the effort of reading and browsing until they find what they want. Only a small task for the determined lover. Western wind, when wilt thou blow That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again. True love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never dead, never cold, From itself never turning. F rom an anonymous poem of the 16th. More is given in the commentary to Sonnet If I should think of love I'd think of you, your arms uplifted, Tying your hair in plaits above, The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders, The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus So have bewitched. I think of this, And all my universe becomes perfection. But were you in my arms, dear love, The happiness would take my breath away, No thought could match that ecstasy, No song encompass it, no other worlds. If I should think of love, I'd think of you. Of all my loves this is the first and last That in the autumn of my years has grown, A secret fern, a violet in the grass, A final leaf where all the rest are gone.
Would that I could give all and more, my life, My world, my thoughts, my arms, my breath, my future, My love eternal, endless, infinite, yet brief, As all loves are and hopes, though they endure. The above sonnet is one of a set of If you wish to see the others, please click here.
Shy love, I think of you As the morning air brushes the window pane, And how much time of all it takes to know The movement of your arm, the steps you take, The curves along your head, your ears, your hair. Sometimes I think Our heads might be enclosed Closer together upon the pillow's space, And how into the dark deeps of your eyes I'd look and think of angels. Then your breath And all the aura of your body's breathing Intoxicatedly would overwhelm me And I would die.
If happiness were like The flowers of June then I would take The best of them, roses and columbine, The lilies, and bind them in your hair.
Not only that, but the good and the bad times she's had, is having, will have - this is what the love she has is like. I am here Inezilda, I am her 'neath your room. But were you in my arms, dear love, The happiness would take my breath away, No thought could match that ecstasy, No song encompass it, no other worlds. This was the first ever poem I posted on instagram. Sidney describes how Cupid hoped to obtain fire from Stella: In love you seem to glide, find airy pathways no-one else has tried, while both your feet stay firmly on the ground. When at the sewing frame you sit Diligently bending over it, Your hair and eyelids lowering, Then in amazement I sit wondering, Tenderly, silently, like a child.
They are not more beautiful but they add Meaning to my love. For all our words Are short and lame of breath and stumble, And you surpass them though I know not why. That night we lay on the dark brown carpet and you told me that expected thing I closed my eyes and tried to do the soft and mutable equation of what we do and what we promise to do and I just couldn't think for the sound of strange doors opening and old ones closing. You know I'm not good with figures even when the world is still and calm. But now I will answer you as best I can: We rehearse our dreams before we dream them and it has the mystifying smell of strange flowers.
We are the oceans we are the shores we allow desires, they rise and fall dreams outlive dreams as we solicit the solitude of the moon. O come, my life's delight! Let me not in languour pine! Love loves no delay; thy sight, The more delayed, the more divine!
O come, and take from me The pain of being deprived of thee! Thou all sweetness dost enclose! Like a little world of bliss: Beauty guards thy looks. The rose In them, pure and eternal is. Shall I come, sweet love! Shall I not excluded be? Will you find no feigned let? Do not mock me in thy bed!
While these cold nights freeze me dead. I can tell you how it rains on a summer day and make you feel it fall on your window pane-- I--your woman, a poet--have such powers. I can write for you alone, on a wordless universe and make you feel my god, to whom I can belong more than once-- I -- your woman , a poet -- can make you immortal with a song.
But rather restore it mannerly, Since that I do ask it thus honestly ; For to lose it, it sitteth me too near; Help me to seek. Alas and is there no remedy? But have I thus lost it wilfully? I wis it was a thing all too dear To be bestowed, and wist not where: It was mine heart, I pray you heartily Help me to seek. Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Or woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies; A cap of flowers and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning.