5 seconds ago

BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
   Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
   And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

  3 minutes ago

You broke my heart
      When you broke up with me

You shattered my heart
       When you got with her

You threw away my heart
       When you lied to him

You said you still love me, but if you did, why would you hurt me like this?
#love   #broken   #sad   #heart   #why   #break   #hurt   #you   #hearted   #broke  
  4 minutes ago  Sean Hunt
Keith Wilson
Keith Wilson
8 hours ago

Do  you  have  one  I  could  borrow.
I  could  bring  it  back  ­tomorrow.
I'd  only  need  it  for  a  day.
It  seems  that  mine­  has  gone  away..

So  I  would  be  most  grateful.
If  just  ­for  a  little  while.
You  could  see  your  way  to  lending  m­e.
Just  for  today  your  smile.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  U­K.2016.

  17 minutes ago
3 hours ago

I don't hate her,
I hate who she has become

  29 minutes ago
Eddie Starr Poetry
Eddie Starr Poetry
17 hours ago

In my oppion you all deserve a light everyday for your poetry.
They can be beautiful while revealing your hurts and suffering.
Or be beautifully written by you and the Christ together here.
Just as Brandon, Alyssa, Catherine, Gary,FJ Davis, Leeann. Mark.and Paul.
Plus so many other great authors of these beautiful poems.
Or write dark but beautiful poems as I said before my friends.
Just as Elsa, dark and beautiful, Wolf among others thank you.
Or just write beautiful poems with no intended purpose.
Just as Rye,VOD, Dash Switchblade,John Steven, and Pax.
I appreciate you all, for all of your inspiration and encouragement.

  34 minutes ago  james
mark john junor
mark john junor
Dec 12, 2015

far out to sea
deep in wild woods
in the crisp dawn on the high desert
there are still places it can be heard
but it takes a heart to hear
it takes a labor of love

countless miles hand to the tiller
to find that brief moment
on the crest of a twenty foot breaking wave
as a nor'easter wilds the sea
when you glimpse it
in the stillness between heaven and earth

under the bewitching stars
in the anvil of desolation's wasteland
of high desert
on the cusp of the suns imminent rise
you can see it in the broiling fire
as the edge of the world itself burns

  37 minutes ago
12 hours ago

Everybody will always try
To fly
Some people get so high
But why
Do those who fall now lie
On the cold hard ground
To fade and die

#pain   #death   #fall   #fly   #try   #high   #struggle   #effort   #achieve   #aspire  
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