Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Nov 2017 asia
James Joyce
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise.

Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
Then as now.

Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain.
 Nov 2017 asia
James Joyce
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!

Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is.

And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow -- -
But you, dear love, too dear to me,
Alas! why will you use me so?
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a summering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
 Nov 2017 asia
Walt Whitman
The business man, the acquirer vast,
After assiduous years, surveying results, preparing for departure,
Devises houses and lands to his children—bequeaths stocks, goods—funds for a school or hospital,
Leaves money to certain companions to buy tokens, souvenirs of gems and gold;
Parceling out with care—And then, to prevent all cavil,
His name to his testament formally signs.

But I, my life surveying,
With nothing to show, to devise, from its idle years,
Nor houses, nor lands—nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends,
Only these Souvenirs of Democracy—In them—in all my songs—behind me leaving,
To You, who ever you are, (bathing, leavening this leaf especially with my breath—pressing on it a moment with my own hands;
—Here! feel how the pulse beats in my wrists!—how my heart’s-blood is swelling, contracting!)
I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you,
To which I sign my name.
 Nov 2017 asia
fear is a hunger
for any sanctuary
courage is a fast
 Nov 2017 asia
Lily X
You had me.


From the very start. And you knew it.

It’s strange; how different you are to me now.

But, how foolish of me to believe a conman’s pitch?

But, how could I not?
It was the best kind of lie; one I wanted to believe.

My heart stopped beating each time I looked at you.
How could I overlook my own cardiac arrests?
Your tongue was so smooth, I didn’t notice it was forked.
Your words sounded so good, I didn’t realise they could be false.
I fell so hard, that I didn’t even think that I could hit the ground.

But, of course, I hit the cold concrete.
In fact, I crash every time I remember your face.

Because sometimes the cruelest of liars are the easiest to believe.
 Nov 2017 asia
Nolan Bucsis
I hate her.
Because I've never.

As beautiful.

And, I can't control.
The way I act.
Even though.

I know.
 Nov 2017 asia
sweet pea
 Nov 2017 asia
today was beautiful
all days are beautiful

but usually i can't see it
my senses are heightened

i feel light-hearted
and ethereal

i know from experience
it won't last long
 Nov 2017 asia
KA Poetry
It was a beautiful night in a coffee shop
Warm lights soaking the scenery
Ordered myself a cup of English Breakfast Tea
Enjoying Jazz music

Then there was this beautiful lady.

Sitting while reading books
Sunk into her own world
It is indeed a beautiful scenery
It's like my mouth forcing me to say " hai "

I look at her.

A pair of brown eyes
Soft lips
Making a smile towards the book
Manipulating my brains to do crazy things

She drove me crazy with her eyes.

I don't know what's holding me back
Is it because that I'm shy or afraid ?
Can't take my eyes off her
Distortion that happened in my mind

Am I worth to ask what's her name?

Wondering of her name
Is there even a name that fits such beauty ?
I thought tons of names
But none of that pleased me

Drying up my cold heart
Warming up my mind

Hello, can I have the honor to know your name ?
31/10/2017 | 19.44 | Indonesia | K.***
Next page