THE POEM THREAD

hello...this thread is for your poems whether composed spontaneously or has been rotting in your notebooks for sometime.....go nuts!!

Eto favorite ko:

How Do I Love Thee
By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

I just a boy, standing infront of a girl,asking her to love him....

(BOY WITH GIRL SEES A FALLING STAR......)

I WISH I WISH...ERRR.....
I WISH IS MY COMMAND

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See

We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some freshblossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good

Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedalfashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.

We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!.


Oscar Wilde

ROFFFFLLLLMMMAAAOOO!!!

ok here's my share..

My name is snickers, i love to mime
I use pillows that isn't mine
I love shoes and poems as well
I'm happy and gay that's how you tell..


wahahahahaha

nice piece mac...

thanks for coming out of the closet...

snickers or sneakers?

BEAT THAT SNEAKER BOY

Like Your Face

The sun is like your face
but its not a disgrace
so many people look up to it
and then they change their ways
and got eat macas with surprise
how many times did you see that sun
omg its an ugly one..

SachikO wrote:

Like Your Face

The sun is like your face
but its not a disgrace
so many people look up to it
and then they change their ways
and got eat macas with surprise
how many times did you see that sun
omg its an ugly one..

oh my, the poem is so lovely
i love deep poems especially the ones i cant understand

what a lovely surprise
a pretty girl on the rise
look at her cute smile
stop and stare at her for a while
and you'll see a precious lady
that loooks innocent as a baby

___MaC___ wrote:

Sachiko

what a lovely surprise
a pretty girl on the rise
look at her cute smile
stop and stare at her for a while
and you'll see a precious lady
that loooks innocent as a baby

ayyyyy... parang hndi natatakot sa jowa ah bwahahaha!

i have friends who have died
but in me,I feel as though they're still living

and i have friends who are alive
but in me, I feel as though they are dead