poem must be magical
A POEM MUST BE MAGICAL First, a poem, must be magical, Then musical as a sea-gull. It must be a brightness moving And hold secret a bird's flowering. It must be slender as a bell. And it must hold fire as well. It must have a wisdom of bows. And it must kneel like a rose. It must be able to hear The luminance of dove and dear. It must be able to hide What it seeks, like a bride. And over all I would like to hover God, smiling from the poem's
Original Writing Poetry A Love Like No OtherI never felt a loveLike this beforeIt's a love like no other
A Love Like No Other I never felt a love Like this before It's a love like no other Something I have always hoped for A love with friendship Humour and heart A bond so strong It would never part A love that makes you smile From ear to ear A love that is joyful Without any fear A love that is beautiful From the inside out A love with no tears, Pain, or doubt A love with soul So tender and true A love that I have found Only in
What is Love? Is it beautiful or ugly?
What is Love? Is it beautiful or ugly? Is it kind or mean? Is it set or messy? Or is it somewhere in between? Is it intoxicating or rejuvenating? Is it confined or free? Is it serious or amusing? I need to know don't you see. Is it soaring or crashing? Is it slow or fast? Is it daring or dashing? And does it really last? What exactly is love is a mystery to me. It's as clear as murky mud or as the deep blue sea. Sarah
survival
SURVIVAL I died a mineral and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die as man, to soar With the blessed angels; But even from angelhood I must pass on. All except God perishes. When I have sacrificed my angel soul, I shall become that which no mind ever conceived. o, let me not exist! For Non-Existence proclaims, "To him we shall
Original Writing Poetry Truth.Your beautiful its true,I was meant to be with you,I imagine your kisses for me
Truth. Your beautiful its true, I was meant to be with you, I imagine your kisses for me, Your heart is a lock and I've found the key. I think of you all the time, And the only way I can express it is in rhyme, I can only shut it away, I love you tommorow and today, Your breaking my heart, I can't tell you my name, I love you and it's lame, I know you don't feel the same, Lets stop playing this
Commentary on Houseman's " To an athlete dying young speech".
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