"leas" poems
The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,—
It shall be, I said, for eternity
‘Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done;
Love’s web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,—
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the ******* of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,—you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/3/2019
My homeland - dear land,
where for the first time I saw the sun
and where I came to know God;
Where my father, brothers and mother kind
taught me prayers in my maternal tongue.
My homeland - villages and cities,
planted from the times of Piasts among Lechic fields;
Rivers, forests, flowery leas and meadows,
where larks sing their sweet songs of hope.
My homeland - our forefathers' glory,
Chrobry's Notched Sword and Cecora Mace,
Knightly Spirit, noble and brave,
bitter defeats and victories great.
My homeland - quiet green fields
for centuries trampled by hostile armies,
burial mounds and sad graves
that have covered our freedom defenders.
My homeland - heroic spirit of the Polish people,
that by miracle lives amid hunger and cold;
- hope that always blooms in hearts,
with work for the fathers, and song for the young!
Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
Every valley drinks,
Every dell and hollow:
Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,
Green of Spring will follow.
Yet a lapse of weeks
Buds will burst their edges,
Strip their wool-coats, glue-coats, streaks,
In the woods and hedges;
Weave a bower of love
For birds to meet each other,
Weave a canopy above
Nest and egg and mother.
But for fattening rain
We should have no flowers,
Never a bud or leaf again
But for soaking showers;
Never a mated bird
In the rocking tree-tops,
Never indeed a flock or herd
To graze upon the lea-crops.
Lambs so woolly white,
Sheep the sun-bright leas on,
They could have no grass to bite
But for rain in season.
We should find no moss
In the shadiest places,
Find no waving meadow-grass
Pied with broad-eyed daisies;
But miles of barren sand,
With never a son or daughter,
Not a lily on the land,
Or lily on the water.
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At first you'll joy to see the playful snow,
Like white moths trembling on the tropic air,
Or waters of the hills that softly flow
Gracefully falling down a shining stair.
And when the fields and streets are covered white
And the wind-worried void is chilly, raw,
Or underneath a spell of heat and light
The cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw,
Like me you'll long for home, where birds' glad song
Means flowering lanes and leas and spaces dry,
And tender thoughts and feelings fine and strong,
Beneath a vivid silver-flecked blue sky.
But oh! more than the changeless southern isles,
When Spring has shed upon the earth her charm,
You'll love the Northland wreathed in golden smiles
By the miraculous sun turned glad and warm.
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I have no store
Of gryphon-guarded gold;
Now, as before,
Bare is the shepherd’s fold.
Rubies nor pearls
Have I to gem thy throat;
Yet woodland girls
Have loved the shepherd’s note.
Then pluck a reed
And bid me sing to thee,
For I would feed
Thine ears with melody,
Who art more fair
Than fairest fleur-de-lys,
More sweet and rare
Than sweetest ambergris.
What dost thou fear?
Young Hyacinth is slain,
Pan is not here,
And will not come again.
No horned Faun
Treads down the yellow leas,
No God at dawn
Steals through the olive trees.
Hylas is dead,
Nor will he e’er divine
Those little red
Rose-petalled lips of thine.
On the high hill
No ivory dryads play,
Silver and still
Sinks the sad autumn day.
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While satellites come close and leave,
whole moons and the swirling dust
of reflective obeyers,
it arrives from distance.
Running a course through weight
from a pencil-thin horizon brow,
it might have streaked across darkness.
With the dead shines behind,
washed clean in a trail of wild flame and
then fallen, bolide broken into cascade.
Or rising to collide,
only skim the surface.
Ruffle the sheets of land,
wrinkle fertile leas and parched sands.
No, to strike full and shudder
the core and extinguish
light and life.
With unswerving smite.
From underestimated range
and unmeasured haste,
a peacock tail drags far behind.
Each one diamond dolefully eyed.
Is this eccentric orbit
the only the path seen?
Fastened to your celestial belt
and looped in an endless trajectory.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Celestial and spritely flower head
A cloud of white in a wheel
A spread of stars on a sunny bed
Enchanting - a vision ethereal
Blooming afar and clustering nigh
What bud, what blossom, what ****
Blowing away with just a sigh
In a breath, in the wind that breathes.
While the rose is crowned and daisies loved
How often are you brushed away
But magic lies in your snowy fluff
As wishes fly night and day
You greet the morning, a languid dawn
As the skies turn pink and bright
Then gather close with the moon's rising song
That plays with the coming of night
A fairy's flower you seem to me
A joy - a charm - a delight
Flying away over meadows and leas
In the wind with your wings of white.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
si alguna vez
llegas a leer un poema,
ojalá me leas a mí.
ojalá encuentres la poesía que se esconde en mi cuerpo,
en mis ojos que riman, en mis pies que solo saben bailar,
ojalá encuentres la poesía que se esconde en las curvas de mis labios
y en la canela de mi piel.
si alguna vez llegas a leer un poema,
ojalá me leas a mí,
ojalá encuentres las palabras escritas en mi piel,
y veas como mis ojos deletrean la palabra
‘luz’
y como mis manos hablan de arte
y como mi corazón canta de valentía y esperanza
y si alguna vez llegas a leer un poema,
ojalá sea yo.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
Longing eyes upon you cast
As a mirror does reflection find.
In the air of chambers behind
Lingers restless passions laid to rest.
Like a silent laugh or tearless cry
My life seems waste to my enemies.
Their wrath I did bide my time to appease
But hope-sight you gave me--ethereal eyes.
Through these common sight can never be
As a soul into new dimensions born.
At these seas I stand formless on the leas
No longer hiding but now riding the storm.
Your soul holds mine deeper into these seas--
Orpheus and his love reunited forever in
Glorious form.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
When I did sail across the boundless sea
Through waves and wondrous shores, and wayward winds,
I traveled into earth's philosophy,
And saw the ocean’s daunting thrills,
Its majesty become a living thought—
At nature’s host I did but hardly glimpse.
I only wish to see what beauty wrought,
From shoreless seas to forests, meadows, leas,
And many sights that held me overawed.
That endless dream I now no longer see,
For I’m in glory’s blindness now confined,
And now I pray to once again be free.
When I do close my eyes one final time,
I only wish to dwell in nature’s shrine.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
based on the info collected within the last 2yrs of living amongst humans I have concluded that there exist little loyalty between members of the species,whose natural characteristics even in the most domestic of them all is to be pompous and pretentious.I swear they are grouped with the most deceitful of animals and will break any alliance as long as the reward is in the leas bit beneficial too 1...I hope we never contact aliens cause if they are advanced they would view us as a disease and would eradicate the entire planet(well if i were an alien i would)..humanity as fragile as we are still filled yet with guile and find reasons to do things without known reasons..every other animal on the planet lives for the survival of its species..humans have the highest continued and overall inner species death rate but also claim to have the most common sense or mental perception...we re always thinking always finding..but obviously have missed the mark and cant figure this **** out(life)..due to selfishness greed hatred ... jealousy and envy.i've seen strife caused for thee least imporrtant of matters men killed for petty change,women sell thier bodies for lil cash everyone selling out just to buy a stash of hash get high to high to complete the 100yd dash..we've lost it and it cant be found..love flew out the window now all i see is wolfs around..if i dont get off this planet **** im gone drown..if they dont **** my *** first..inquisition??you wont hear a sound..so i frown upon the phoney the real and the make believe cause all in all humanity is just a ***** stain on my sleeve
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
Cloud and snow spume
drift about your summit
veiling your face
Ma Nanda Devi
fixing my gaze to eternity
Rising like a giant shard of
rock carved over a million years,
snowfields scoured by avalanches, your steepled
peak a vast cathedral
Impossibly tall and steep
you rise abruptly over a
guardian ring of summits
witness to your inner realms of being,
the outer gorge of Rishi Ganga's roar
Climbers say in higher climes
light contrasts with darkness, flower leas with worn ridges, fear with elation
O paradox of the sublime
your name means Joy, enduring Joy
The veil lifts, was it the smoke of fires lit
by sages on your summit?
Your natural symmetry of two identical peaks suddenly at ease
is visible from my cottage window.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
Mírame cuando te hablo, quiero que te distraigas anhelandome.
Acariciame sin motivo, quiero saber que te sigo gustando.
Saca el archivo de todas las cosas que te gustan de mi, quiero que me las digas otra vez.
Escríbeme un poema, quiero que me lo leas.
Hazme el amor con la vista, quiero sacarte una sonrisa.
Dime que te hago feliz, dime que me amas, dime que te pones nervioso cuando me ves, dime que estas completamente enamorado de mi, dime que te pierdes en mi piel, dimelo. Dimelo una vez más.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Between the blacks of bending trees
I meet the moon at in betweens
I glimpse her glories, wild and worn
Aglow atop a stirring storm
Oh breathing birches blown about
Beneath her silver silence
Beyond the fields I farthest see
Along the dark horizon
There the hymns of heavy winds
Beyond the blown and gloomy leas
Where ghostly grass and rushing reeds
Dance darkly 'round my falling feet
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 9:06 AM UTC
Oh sweet Erato, whither wanders thee?
Once fertile leas lay arid near the shore,
The ripened fruit now withers on the tree
And shadows linger ever at the door.
Did ancient Colchis summon thee by name
To strum a lyre and sing for Argonauts?
Wouldst Rhodius be aught of any fame
If not bestowed resplendent with your thoughts?
Or yet - perchance you ride a chariot,
Thru roses red and myrtle evergreen,
To find the place Leontichus was set
Eternally beside his love Rhadine?
Oh sweet Erato, whither would you choose --
Be free for e'er, or else to be a muse?
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Una mañana ella se encontraba frente al espejo, parecía estar concentrada mirando su reflejo pero lo curioso era que lo que veía en el espejo no era precisamente eso. Ella vio su vida pasar frente a ella, vio como surgió el amor que tenia con su esposo, la ternura con la que cuidaba a su hijo desde pequeño, los placenteros fin de semanas con sus amistades, la canción que le recordaba lo bueno que era estar enamorado, su libro favorito, el olor del mar, todos los errores que cometió, el porqué era feliz. Ese día, ella pudo volverse a encontrar una última vez. Complacida, condujo hasta llegar al rio que había cerca de su casa. Se sentó en una roca a contemplar por última vez la belleza que la vida le había obsequiado; estaba cautivada por el sonido del agua corriendo, los arboles moviéndose, los animales con su canto. Era la despedida perfecta, miro a su izquierda y junto a ella yacía una mujer la cual le sonrió. Ella sabía perfectamente que hacia la mujer allí, la hora había llegado. Miro por última vez todo lo que le rodeaba, cerró los ojos y por primera vez pudo recordar otra vez todo lo que había visto frente al espejo; entre sollozos le dijo a la mujer que aun no estaba lista, que tenía que hacer una última cosa antes de partir. Regreso a su hogar en busca de su familia pero lo que encontró fue una carta.
Amada mía:
Para cuando leas esto ya yo me abre ido, mi enfermedad no me permitirá seguir más. Solo tengo un último deseo: el día que recuerdes todo lo harás para siempre. Quiero que tomes tu libro favorito, el traje que tanto te gusta, te sirvas una buena taza de café y me vallas a ver al rio para recordarte todos los días lo mucho que te amo.
Y así lo hizo.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
**A dream
By Dee
Debbie Brooks
Restless sleep last night
I tossed left and right
Across the everglades and leas
I saw you running towards me.
Out of breath, you came & clasped my hand
My heart pounding, I could barely understand,
The distress, pain, aches reflected in your eye
Not a word spoken, yet all said by your sigh.
I saw a teardrop rolling down your cheek
Adios my darling, hitherto we shall never meet
‘The dawn arrives’, is what you said silently
Why can’t you linger awhile? I beseeched fervently.
Confused paralyzed, I let you go
And you were lost, gone – ergo
As I sat on the broken bench to catch my breath
I wondered was I, in holding on out of depth?
Alas…I pray
Would you come back into my dream again tonight?
Not to leave, but to stay on even after daylight?
Not to cause agony & pain
But to stay, forever remain.
____________
My love, I saw you in your dream
I traveled oh so far, waiting for an invitation
To be part of you once again
Your mind entwined with mine
Drove my heart to yours
And dreamed me so many times
Your dreams become my restless sleep
Tossing and turning with touches of your lips
That keeps me flooding with touches and love
That’s when I was running to you
You saw my teardrop, with touch of desperation
My heart pounding not understanding
The need I had for you,
Whispering we should ever meet,
Please do not let me go,
Your dreams are my dreams
Even in the daylight
I can taste your love like rain on my tongue
You teased my dream with droplets of you
With so many wild pleasures that lay in store
As our happiness dazzled before our eyes
Our dreams made one, that last time …**
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
n leas of dying daisy's
he lies upon the backs
of those he lays
the lies like upturned bricks
thick with spittle
and coming mud
he muddles through each splotchy patch
as if it is his idem
everlasting
last
coiled he reels
reeking in wait
for his unappealing
stiffened snake
insipid wretch
with rusted wrench
his shrivelled tools
a cake with stench
each loose lewd *****
is one more lent
to the putrid pool
of polliwogs and salamanders
spent drenched in his capsized
boats of ill demise
he criticises truth and lies
again the pain is gnarled around his pen
Vashti Ayla Miria
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
The vast sapphire nebulae of space,
All rising o’er in zeniths of sweet dreams,
Feed all the leas and all the murm’rous streams
With folds on cloudy folds of moonbeam rays.
Whene’er I look within the lake’s clear face,
I see each high aurora, which then gleams,
Caroused with Heaven’s soft and dewy beams,
Which flicker in a thick and splendid haze.
I see the moon, upon the whole world gaze
And all the stars which skies with their souls trace,
Glide, trembling in some waters’ ebbing grace
With some unearthly music, so it seems.
Oh, as I sit before the pale light
Of stars, I sigh and dream of sacred bliss,
And tuck myself in Heaven’s chrysalis,
I feel as if such place is more than night…
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
i can feel my heart beat faster as a drop of sweat forms on my temple with her thought, her brown eyes arouse me as she shares a cheeky smile. Teasing me with each word attracting me more. my mind ponders on caressing her silky skin, touching lips to her neck and sending shivers down her spine to the dimples on her back. . The thought o her clothes slowly slipping off as she leas me to the bed and sets my hands on her hips to lift her as she wraps her legs around me, pressed up against the wall with the world disappearing around us as the ecstasy takes over our actions, in dizzy light headedness falling upon your back as i slip my way down your body with only the sound of heavy breaths as tension builds and sheets get wet. A release off pleasure is stained in mind as screams echo off the walls
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
So I see people all over these fitness establishments
And I think to myself
Do these people know nutrition do they even lift?
Picking up all types of weights from light to heavy
Improperly heaving the weights
No contractions
Just a bunch of distractions
The personal trainers are just as worse
A bunch of meat heads juiced to the max
And giving out a bunch of broscience
Hey guess what!! It doesn't work on natural
Because it would cause muscle cannibalism
See people are far more stupid now then ever before
Do people even research before they do stuff anymore
Have we lost that much in society
Because of technology.
Soon people will be having work out robots helpi g them out without lifting a single weight
Sounds crazy to the average human
But it will become because American
Are lazy ***** so for goodness sake pick up the weight you can perform at leas ten to fifteen reps
Slow to moderate contracting the muscle isolation and isometric meaning half reps and full reps breath inhale on the positive exhale on the negative it's that simple now you have to eat like a bird literally as a natural if you want to achieve very well stagnant results peace that is all
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Greenleigh:
Rounding your cottage side,
There you were, bundles tied,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
What plan were for the blooms?
In the kitchen rose fumes,
You truly hoped for a tryst,
Wine love potion cauldron,
Boiled in my drink to stun,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed.
Haven:
My beauteous neighbor,
I submit to ardor,
All in obscure struggles midst,
I see your distant gaze,
But you I try to faze,
You were all to me exist,
“I will beckon at noon,
In this hot summer June,”
All in obscure struggles midst.
Greenleigh:
But as I spy, I think,
Then discreetly slink,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
I culled my own blossoms,
His allures my thraldoms,
I truly hoped for a tryst,
To you a bit of remorse,
Yet my heart waxed full force,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
I catch the way you stare,
I will avoid our affair,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Supplanted your fetters,
Entreaty, scrawled letters,
He were all to me exist,
I thought to meet halfway,
Might I be led astray,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Wyn:
And I received her word,
Intended a detour,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
Read the book of magic,
My love to you chronic,
I truly hoped for a tryst,
Donned my riding garments,
Leas, with my assortments,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
Her eyes, you I outshone,
Heedless to her writ tone,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Fancied your ivor teeth,
Smooth skin, your clothes ‘neath.
You were all to me exist,
In daydreams I drifted,
Blunders, I self chided,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Greenleigh:
Shocked when I saw him trot!
With grasp I became fraught,
All in obscure struggles midst,
He visits you, not me,
Deceit deserved, yet plea!
You were all to me exist,
Could not look in his eye,
Yet utter not goodbye,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Haven:
“Neighbor, wrong I done ye!”
I watch only blankly,
All in obscure struggles midst,
Her twisted mouth distressed,
No one thought we were blessed,
You were all to me exist,
I mumbled, brimming tears,
Should have asked direct, fears,
All in obscure struggles midst,
He was the fool of fate,
Confused yet did await,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
I vied for your full love,
As you to his yet shove,
I only hoped for a tryst,
Rapt in misconceptions,
Mocked us, even aspens,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
All:
Yet not so sly were we,
Does cognizance come bleak,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
We greeted happenchance,
What’s left but insistence?
Our furtive attempts yet missed,
Admit not errs, turn rightwards,
Fracturing our concords,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
Greenleigh:
Anxiously sipped bottles,
And did we start battles,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed,
Suffused eyes, flushed faces,
Affects spill, anguishes,
Our furtive attempts yet missed,
We die lone in shambles,
Bonds of love in scrambles,
Cerise honeysuckles kissed.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
The Judge came into the village with
A troop of the finest horse,
The sunshine gleamed on their breastplates
And their guns and their swords, of course,
He wasn’t there to be friendly, but
To make the rebels aware,
And carried the King’s own warrant to
Set up his courthouse there.
The troop took over the Mason’s Hall
The Judge took over the church,
And set up a bench down in the nave
As the troops set out to search,
They looked for the signs of weaponry
In the homes of the poorest men,
Tearing apart the hovels in
The search for the rebels, then.
To root out the roughshod army that
Had marched to defy the king,
Who tore up the standard prayer book
That the king was offering,
They forced the priests to reverse the mass
To the way it was done before,
Laying a siege to Exeter
In the way of a civil war.
Now the troops rode into the villages
And they held the men in chains,
Sworn to see that they paid in blood
For their temper, and their pains,
The women were wailing in the streets
As their men were taken in,
To answer to a black-hooded Judge
For their crimes against the King.
There wasn’t a gallows large enough
For the men that he meant to hang,
But plenty of trees around the leas
That the cattle grazed upon,
And plenty of boughs and branches that
Would groan with the weight of men,
Whose only fault was this one revolt
When their faith was changed again.
They hung like fruit from the saplings,
They choked their lives from a limb,
They swung on ropes from the mighty oaks
In an **** of suffering,
The farms lay waste in the country,
The crops lay waste in the fields,
There wasn’t an army of labourers
Just troops, with their swords and shields.
The Judge climbed into his black teak coach
Rode out of the village grounds,
While children wailed and the women paled
In cutting their husbands down.
The horror lay in the children’s genes
For generations, it’s said,
Till years along they would right the wrong
By taking a bad king’s head.
David Lewis Paget
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC