"gladdest" poems
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
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Mirthful sunlit chimes spoke of fondness
Ever they'd enmesh in love's binding tress
Streams of joy did gurgle with much delight
Their hearts according in rapture's notes
Bright news resounded through these totes
They'd professed to each other love's tie
Twas a pairing which would ne'er fade or die
Heavens arrayed in spangling starlight
The twosome combined so divinely
A sweet syrup bliss ringing sublimely
Love's declaration pleasantly pealing
Throughout the continents both near and wide
The turtle doves love ever to reside
These gladdest tidings truly appealing
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
I will be the gladdest thing
under the sun!
I will touch hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from town
I will mark which must be mine
And then start down!
ተራራው ጫፍ ከቀትር በኋላ
ከፀሐይዋ ሥር
እሆናለሁ
ደስተኛ ፍጡር
አቻአልባ በንፅፅር!
መቶ አበባዎች ብዳብስም
አንዲት እንኳን አልቀጥፍም!
እንደዚሁም በመደመም
እመለከታለሁ
ኮርብታውን ተራራውን
ሲያስጎነብሰው ንፋሱ ሳሩን
ሲነሳ ሳሩ ተራውን!
ከተማዋ ከሩቅ
በመብራት ስታሸበርቅ
ብዙም ሳልጠብቅ
ጠንቅቄ የኔን መንደር
እጀምራለሁ ቁልቁል መንደርደር::
(ኤድና ሴንት ቪኒሰንት ሚሌ) //
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
As tears shed from the angels that live among us,
Take me as I am, with sorrows that drag along like rabid dogs wanting more,
She and her death goodbyes, I have been dragged down by lungs that can not breathe, my voice wilts, like roses that are beautiful dead or alive,
Without hellos those silent goodbyes could be your last,
These silent hearts slip like the windy gasps from under your breath,
As a blade or a word slipping across this barely covered mind,
My veins walk with passion and leak with seeping sadness,
I try for words but your beauty that wraps itself around my heart tears at the best,
It sinks into the folds of clean sheets, not dirtied by blood and horror,
And threatens the supports of my mind held together as a castle of cards,
Who am I, and who are these nightmares for, the death of love,
And why you left, as we flew you broke my wings and left the skies,
In the sinking words of darkness I found my self with worms and spiders,
Of webs and dirt, woven into broken stories that the gladdest people don’t hear,
Handcuffs of silence cut me apart like a noose of steal wire,
Who is to listen, of minds so silent with so much, and so little heard,
The crows crowd the trees near as if I have died,
And fill others evermore as if you and her have too,
With shadows all about me I feel the need to take them for myself,
Could you save my everything that is only a fist in size,
The beats, and the blood, if it needed words to sooth it’s raging rapids,
Breaths slip, upon ice that is the silence from everything,
I am a lost inspiration, thought forgotten,
Of a song set among the machines of cords and monotonous beeps.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 4:07 AM UTC
I belong to another,
one who cannot be mentioned,
her name blows through the highest of roof tops and tallest of trees,
she whispers soft delights that resonate through my soul,
healing my wounds, making me whole,
her radiance brings the gladdest of tidings to this weary heart.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
a thought like a flower upon my heart
and drew around it other thoughts like bees,
for multitude and thirst of sweetnesses,
whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
of the Greek whistler, who to warf and mart
could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
that I might hive with me such thoughts and please
my soul so, always. Foolish counterpart
of a weak man’s vain wishes! While I spoke
the thought I called a flower grew nettle-rough.
The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering:
Oh, entertain ( cried reason as she woke )
Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting!
— J.C
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
If a smile of you was a sea
The fish in me will be the gladdest in glad
Since that phrase does not exist
I make it exist just for you
Drown me all you want
I will stay underwater and breathe you
For love is such, ever diving and never floating
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC