"stopp" poems
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover’s ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved look’d every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.
Upon the moon I fix’d my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reach’d the orchard-plot;
And, as we climb’d the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy’s cot
Came near and nearer still.
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature’s gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.
My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp’d:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp’d.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover’s head!
‘O mercy!’ to myself I cried,
‘If Lucy should be dead!’
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I now think Love is rather deaf than blind,
For else it could not be
That she,
Whom I adore so much, should so slight me
And cast my love behind.
I'm sure my language to her was as sweet,
And every close did meet
In sentence of as subtle feet,
As hath the youngest He
That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.
O, but my conscious fears,
That fly my thoughts between,
Tell me that she hath seen
My hundred of gray hairs,
Told seven and forty years
Read so much waste, as she cannot embrace
My mountain belly and my rocky face;
And all these through her eyes have stopp'd her ears.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
ders ah leetola hole ah in ah dee woll in my housse wherre i like to go to crrawl into and ah hide and wear childrens clothing. Ah you knoww,, de diapers and ah things. twirly hats and big ah big ah BIG swirly lolli pops. so ah delicious of a baby do i become. EVERY stranger on de whole neighborhood wants to ah talk ah to mee. im so cute ah. ders a no way around it. and i like to ah show it off. yess... to enTICE ah dee old mens. who are so helpless in front of me dey can not ah stop. no stopp ah de drooling in de mouth. no stopp ah de grrabbing with der hanns. no stopp from de taking off ah de clothes ah to make a sandwich de amore with ah leetol baby mee. but ah dey ah can not ah FIT in dis tiny tiny tiny hole in ah my woll in ah my housse....and i go to bed lonely and crying. i feel ah so BAD! so BAD for de other lonely lonely mans who are all probably doing very ah cute things too in de holes in ah der wolls in ah der housses... it iss ah truth to bear.. god..no god...whoo knows.. all i ah do know iss diss: we are all ah lonely sad peoples dressing like de baby in ah hole in de wolls in ah our housse. for tears of crying, i give to you.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
Dreimal klopft der Specht dann öffnen sich die Himmelspforten.
Dreimal um den Block gerannt, zweimal Gott getroffen.
Die Hände gestreckt, entgegen dem Sterbelicht.
Ich seh ein Licht, ich seh ein Licht.
Dreimal mit einem Engel geflogen,
einmal abgestürzt.
Ein Stopp auf Wolke Sieben.
So elegant, oh so elegant.
Dreimal bin ich hingefallen, zweimal wieder aufgerichtet.
Einmal fast ertrunken in der Selbstzerstörung.
Hinunter gezogen hat es mich, als hätt ich einen Anker am Fuße.
Dreimal schon hab ich geliebt.
Einmal nur mich selbst.
Zweimal nur die Welt.
Noch keinmal wurd ich selbsterfüllt.
Zweimal muss ich nochmals graben.
Einmal werd ichs doch dann finden.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
Why is it when I am finally soaring above the clouds, someones gun shoots me down.
Why can't we all just stopp bullying?
I'm sick and tired of it.
Why is it, whenever I feel good about myself you people bring me down......can I not be happy?
Or will that destroy your world?
Why
Oh
Why is everything so wrong
Yesterday it felt so right, I was flying above the clouds
You shot me down.........
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
So sweet is the raz'r of thy tongue
That hath from my flesh stole
My vigour young
And my heart made cold
By thy caustic speech;
Off thy lips shot,
Pluck'd my heart's petals each
And cause my veins to clot.
So sweet is the torment wrought
By thy tongue sharp
And my heart stopp'd
From thy lungs' wretch'd harp.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
What have i done
Giving mylove away
For a trail never promised to stay
A heart full of love
Filling with sorrow
I should of thought twice
I am tired of leading with my heart
When it comes to love i am weak
My weakness is i love harder
Harder than i ever thought
Its pure to my wants
I chase what i want
Its him who i want .
Stopp the recklessnes ..your weakness
Weakness spoke upon me and let him take it.
He took it and ran with it
Never looking back
Chasing him was an empty virtue
O was so blind with masked lovely haze
I didnt seeo..i wanted to feel nothing but him
Hypnotized by what ..i had no meaning to
This love had no meaning
Its takes two to make it historic
I left in your hands as if i cant conquer on my own.
Trial mistaken.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
I figured out its not your fault.
I need to tell you before its too late.
All those days i thought you left me behind.
Your heart was broken before mine..
All those days i wondered what you were thinking.
I realized you were thinking about me.
All the people that try and replace you.
I laughed at them, I still do.
If one day you don't think anyone cares.
Even though im far away, Im still there.
No matter where you are or what ever happends to you.
I wan't you to know I never stopp
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
jag skulle ljuga om jag inte erkände att jag minns dig
jag minns hur din famn var som en vagga för min trötta kropp
jag minns hur ditt leende satte ett stopp på allt jag trodde att jag var
för med dig så räckte inte mina andetag eller trösten jag trodde skulle göra dig hel
det räckte inte med maten jag fyllde din kyl med eller när jag träffade dina vänner som kollade på tjejer som om de vore tårtor i ett skyltfönster
precis som du gjorde
du höll upp mig med ett snöre med saxen nära till hands
snälla klipp ner mig och låt mig träffa marken innan du hinner skada mig igen
tänk om jag hade sagt så
tänk om jag sa åt dig att sluta
istället lät du mig vakna i fläckar av blod och i en kropp som inte längre kändes som min
men du lät mig aldrig vara ledsen för det var ju din själ som skulle vara trasig
det var ju du som förtjänade sympati
för en gång sa du ju
f ö r l å t
och om jag inte säger okej till allt du vill så är det mitt eget fel
det är mitt fel att dina ögon inte längre är blå
men att mitt lår är lila från ditt grepp
jag minns den mörka parkeringsplatsen och hur jag gick från skratt till chock av din hand runt min hals
tänk om det hade varit suddigt som en dröm
istället minns jag mer än jag önskar
hur allt var så naturligt och självklart för dig
och då var det redan för sent att säga nej
min rygg mot din vägg blev min plats och jag skämdes över såren som du skapade
för kanske var det jag som låtit dem ta form
smärta
du bar en mantel av svek och ändå kunde jag inte se igenom dig
din skönhet försvann i ögonblicket mitt namn och våldtäkt nämndes i samma mening
men även nu känns det fortfarande som att jag vill säga okej
att allt är...
okej
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC