A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers.
Submitted by mollydot 12 months ago
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Eal þis eorþan gesteal idel weorþeð.
All the foundation of this earth turns to emptiness.
Submitted by mollydot about 1 year ago
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
Submitted by ArkAngel over 2 years ago
"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes, she loved me too."
Submitted by kkeila21 almost 3 years ago
Life is an ominous loop of sensation. Understanding encompassed by receptivity, aura embodied through interaction. Without indignity we become gods in our own. Arrogant and simple in ways, the negligent are deluded and unconscious in thought. Forthright the privileged and unearthed the humble; life doubtlessly caters repetition and weak is the authority to bring forth change.
Submitted by kloy over 3 years ago
And over all the sky—the sky! far, far out of reach, studded, / breaking out, the eternal stars. – Bivouac on a Mountain Side; Whitman
Submitted by ntschink over 4 years ago
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.
Submitted by laura almost 5 years ago
Oh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive!
Submitted by sherenes about 5 years ago
I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim,
Seven bloodhounds followed him.
Submitted by laura about 5 years ago
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Cross the threshold have no dread.
Lift the sheet back in this way.
Here is little Effie's head.
Whose brains are made of gingerbread.
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.
Submitted by stepfwd almost 6 years ago
We looked at each other and that was all.
Two lives, a moment, fullness, bliss.
At the fifth floor she got out and I went on up
knowing I would never see her again,
that it was a meeting once and for all,
that if I followed her I would be like a dead man in her tracks
and that if she came back to me
it would only be from the other world.
Submitted by ohrworm about 6 years ago
Sister, don't save me
don't make me the jewel
at the hilt of your guilt
savior is another word
just toss me a sword
and stand back
Submitted by LibrarianCarina about 6 years ago
Up, lad; when the journey's over there'll be time enough for sleep.
Submitted by Foz90 about 6 years ago
Work seethes in the hands of spring,
That strapping dairymaid.
Submitted by robotnic about 6 years ago