"elegie" poems
Nechtěná pravda
Se sama nabízí snad i těm,
Jenž za bílými slovy víry a strachu
Pomalu kradou
A tam kde nepsaná pravidla
Nás drží při životě
Já jednou svedu zapomenout
Na všechno z toho,
Za co před tak dávnou chvílí
Měli se mnozí zastydět
A vynést světlo pochopení
Pro všechny co chtějí
Zavřít oči a uvidět.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Tichborne's Elegie,
(written with his owne hand in the Tower before his execution)
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of paine,
My Crop of corne is but a field of tares,
And al my good is but vaine hope of gaine.
The day is past, and yet I saw no sunne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale was heard, and yet it was not told,
My fruite is falne, & yet my leaves are greene:
My youth is spent, and yet I am not old,
I saw the world, and yet I was not seene.
My thred is cut, and yet it is not spunne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death, and found it in my wombe,
I lookt for life, and saw it was a shade:
I trod the earth, and knew it was my Tombe,
And now I die, and now I was but made.
My glasse is full, and now my glasse is runne,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
thou left me alone,
lonely I'm stranded,
dying slowly,
leaving my heart to rot to its deepest roots
"ah, this pathetic life of mine..."
I wanted to meet you NOW
while, if I do, I won't be able to see you
ultimately, the eternal light won't shine on me
eternity! I was lost!
still I am lost,
and I will always be lost...
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
It's been years and I thought I was fine
What wasn't for me came easy
I didn't need a sign
Leave in the night with no regard
I was right not to take it an extra yard
Numb and oblivious I've been
Living with thought and no serious sins
I look at my screen and see your delirious grins
So far away and no intent to explain loose ends
In the night I saw your face
You walked by me with no change in pace
In a dream I was haunted by hopeless elegie
Waking up with empty hope and returning greif
The look of your cresent lips and teeth
Left me uneasy
I just want the past to stay out my mind and behind me
No regret and much remorse with a ****** up head, heartfelt hate, and memories
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
a creeping chill throws me cold: the
skies have turn SEPIA AND i completely
utterly melt into each word
birth'd -- this elegie betrays the poet;
a confession unburdens the Spirit -- you
are reading about the me of 'i' have always loved you |mia /i shall meet you again to-now within the theater of my Soul sure, sometimes
i have concern for the world as it continues to devour my Feelings and sensibilities.
when can i love you again?
:: 03.24.2020 ::
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC