"unfading" poems
Love is unfading
Love is unconditional
Love is worth waiting
Love is like a dove
Frail but beautiful
Love is rare
Love is once in a lifetime
True love is not ***
It's not given to anyone
True love is given to one person
Today true love is rare
Rarer then anything imagianable
This is not a poem
It's an announcement
If you've experienced true love
Don't let it go
Don't be like most people today
If you connect with someone
Don't let them go
Wait for your true love
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:26 AM UTC
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires:
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
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Looking at the
satellite picture
it looks clear.
The earth is a blue
drop of water!
Did the sun paint
the shades of this blue dew
dot years.
Still, the ****** shines
in same old
unfading colour!
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Montgomery! true, the common lot
Of mortals lies in Lethe’s wave;
Yet some shall never be forgot,
Some shall exist beyond the grave.
“Unknown the region of his birth,”
The hero rolls the tide of war;
Yet not unknown his martial worth,
Which glares a meteor from afar.
His joy or grief, his weal or woe,
Perchance may ’scape the page of fame;
Yet nations, now unborn, will know
The record of his deathless name.
The Patriot’s and the Poet’s frame
Must share the common tomb of all:
Their glory will not sleep the same;
‘That’ will arise, though Empires fall.
The lustre of a Beauty’s eye
Assumes the ghastly stare of death;
The fair, the brave, the good must die,
And sink the yawning grave beneath.
Once more, the speaking eye revives,
Still beaming through the lover’s strain;
For Petrarch’s Laura still survives:
She died, but ne’er will die again.
The rolling seasons pass away,
And Time, untiring, waves his wing;
Whilst honour’s laurels ne’er decay,
But bloom in fresh, unfading spring.
All, all must sleep in grim repose,
Collected in the silent tomb;
The old, the young, with friends and foes,
Fest’ring alike in shrouds, consume.
The mouldering marble lasts its day,
Yet falls at length an useless fane;
To Ruin’s ruthless fangs a prey,
The wrecks of pillar’d Pride remain.
What, though the sculpture be destroy’d,
From dark Oblivion meant to guard;
A bright renown shall be enjoy’d,
By those, whose virtues claim reward.
Then do not say the common lot
Of all lies deep in Lethe’s wave;
Some few who ne’er will be forgot
Shall burst the ******* of the grave.
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When the wars of men
Shall finally end
Will the lands still be green
Bejeweled with floral adornment
And the mighty seas spirited
In their azure echo of the skies
Or will it reek like the woeful demise
Of a fateful unfading resolve
By the mortal greed of folks
Sedated in devilish hoax
Mar 11, 2023
Mar 11, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
Day versus night and hope versus despair,
Born to live, live to die, die to relive.
Came from the last fear not this world of care;
Still striving towards the life yet unlive’.
Autumn leaves must fall; undone lies the past.
Unfading scents, frozen hearts come to life,
Hope’s endless tide makes fleeting passion last;
Be the heroes of time as in the strife
Fate has no beginning and knows no end,
And still the souls heedlessly await her.
Behind the curtain haze sets to descend
A sweet thereafter or endless torture.
Time stops at nothing, but it dies for love,
And memories forever share thereof.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
She is
entranced
in the little,
endless hums
of the night,
they are
soft spoken
mysteries,
gentle
whispers
in the
wind by the
poet’s pen
in stroke of
the fabric of
pages with
visions
written by
sonorous
hums of the
deep sea
arms of
the cosmos
in a flower
undying,
opening
in the eyes
of the one
who have
known
the dark
to cherish
the light,
unfading
in bloom,
she rises
from the
long,
waking
daydream,
drifted by
the seas of
the moon
to the
shore,
where
she rests,
gazing
upon
the tides
until the
sun is in
advent,
the earth
awakens,
deeper
than
stars, the
unsullied
sleep and
breathe,
they too, are
timeless.
Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 1:29 PM UTC
An unfading melody fills my life
with a beauty
that covers my scars with ink
of a rhyme's desire
I can’t dismiss.
And I remember,
some things, move smooth as silk
like laughter filled words
of a lover’s kiss.
The ink
which is burned upon my name
sleeps with my every hope
searching only…….
for happiness.
It looks at me with an expectant face
in those moments
when my mind can’t rest.
The slightest touch of this melody
leaves me waiting to shine
with outstretched hands.
My heart overflows with the beauty
of a thousand lights
changing color
at my command.
I can feel
the ink of my soul
writing……
on each and every breath
this melody breathes.
While the ink burned upon my name
finds the happiness
it needs.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
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There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
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maybe you won't find me beautiful
because of my hair
or my lips
or the color of my skin
maybe you won't love
the way i walk or the way i dress
but i hope you fall in love with
the words in my soul
and the fire in my heart
and the myriad of stars in my eyes
and the wonder and grace that
are tangled in my hair
and the bravery that is
locked up in my bones
and the unfading beauty
of my spirit
and if you think that's
beautiful,
that is enough for me.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Honor and happiness unite
To make the Christian's name a praise;
How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of His days!
A kingly character He bears,
No change His priestly office knows;
Unfading is the crown He wears,
His joys can never reach a close.
Adorn'd with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon His face;
His robe is of the ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace.
Inferior honors He disdains,
Nor stoops to take applause from earth;
The King of kings Himself maintains
The expenses of His heavenly birth.
The noblest creature seen below,
Ordain'd to fill a throne above;
God gives him all He can bestow,
His kingdom of eternal love!
My soul is ravished at the thought!
Methinks from earth I see Him rise!
Angels congratulate His lot,
And shout Him welcome to the skies.
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falling
unfading
timeless
towards paradise
fingertips streaming
spirals of howling light
beyond the speed of ecstasy
flying blind
knowing unseen
the unbroken strand
that binds two
through boundless halls
of celestial wonder
skimming across astral seas
split the surface
peel back the facade
plunge beyond the deep
spread your wings
for me
envelope me
ride the cresting wave
rushing inside of you
through my tantric eye
we coruscate
and transmute
constantly becoming
infinitely and intricately
being
converged
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
It's stories above where the butterflies rustled,
Whirring between the lights in aeolian bustle.
I'm smiling spritely at a neon halo,
While my organs writhe in jacqueminot El Niño.
Wading the nightscape with a glitched simper,
I could not change nor attempt to tinker,
Just breaching the moments passing to linger.
Fingers, then palms, then lips, then black,
Then for a few seconds the world collapsed.
A breath, a sip, some wit, I'm back.
Shed the murky vision of captive cataracts.
And now,
The sylph saunters in epitomized elegance,
And I've buckled on the inside to the resonant reverence.
I follow the fragrance in her wake as paralyzed sedatives,
And anything I might say could only lack eloquence.
Then magnanimous mantras attract exact,
It seems way down the rabbit hole I've finally met my match.
There's a mesh of flesh, a smooth caress,
Then I wake and realize these were not visions yonder death.
Particles of my brain erupt,
I can't explain away the unfading elation of touch.
Every pose palatial down to the pixels,
I'd gaze deep in the sheen of her mind gleaming as crystals.
Her eyes open like daybreak in flashes,
Sunstreaks glint over the horizon of her lashes.
There's morning songbirds behind the taste of coffee,
I think she's figured I'm just a well decorated softy.
Unveiling my most human of contentions stripped to the eclipse of logic,
My former self laughs in tones pitched sardonic.
Euphorically strumming at gossamer heartstrings,
Etched in the fabric as sakura carvings.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
All's hushed as midnight on a summer's night.
Summer is never fully existent.
Immortal possession is naught with man
Unnatural though thou radiant night
Indifferent man, silent whisper of night
A serene warning in lovely disguise
The unfading tempest, journey to man
A foolish ***** desire for revenge
A vague figure from the silence of night
Hag born from the abyss of perdition
Starting of end, beginning of no end
Condemning man to an eternal life
As long as this lives in memory
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
Your shadows cast down on the lonely spirits
Bringing with them intricate visions
And emitting longing desires
With searing memories that are cutting but so prepossessing
Residing between the clouds of the evening and the curtains of the dawn
You are both mysterious and majestic
With the moon as your crown
The stars as your wealth
And silence as your robe
You gaze with eyes
Open and wise
Into the universe above you
And see all of the depths of life
You listen with ears
Sharp and careful
To the sighs of desolation that flow ever so quietly
From the ever wakeful souls and the ever restless minds
You whisper with lips
Soft and sanguine
Into quiet rooms
Bearing peaceful slumber and secret dreams
With hands
Mystic and powerful
You close eyelids gently
As you guide hushed minds and aching hearts
To a world more kindly than our own
Lovers get lost in the folds of your dark and endless ensemble
And the lonely-hearted weep at your feet
You feel their unfading longing and despair
And lull them with your soft sounds and quiet presence
You are a friend of lovers
A consoler of the lonely
The minds of poets stir at your forthcoming
And hearts of prophetic stature awaken
As imagination and inspiration are both
Born and nourished under your guidance
You are a monarch to the poets
A vision to the prophets
A confidant to the thinkers
Ever so tragic
But ever so beautiful
You are home to the intellectuals and the visionaries
The writers and the artists
Over time you have revealed your secret purposes unto me
You have transformed my fear of the darkness into tireless trust
With your magic fingers you touched my mind
And my thoughts poured out in stardust
And flowed like a river beneath the moonlight
You kissed my spirit
Became my most trusty companion
You accompanied me in times of joy and in times of sorrow
You caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead
We grew closer and closer
Until we became one in and of the other
For within my dark self there are twinkling stars
That scatter passion throughout
And within my heart lies a struggling moon
In which doubt surfaces with the dawn
And comfort envelops me as the evening retreats
You awakened my soul and instilled peace deep within
I am covered with a veil of mystery
Given unto me from your own mysterious shroud
I, too, am a night
Quiet and profound
Yet fettered and unruly
Strong and exalting
Wise and amiable
Yet cryptic and capricious
For there is no real beginning to my darkness
And no real end to my depths
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
Accept in return, the eternal fragrance of the unfading flower of love.
It shines even in the moonless night of dark fear. It is what Hope
Chooses as her form when she reveals herself in this mortal world;
It is beauty and attracts to itself, more varied, many-hued beauty:
The butterflies gladly do its bidding, conveying the flutter of joy to
More forlorn twigs and leaves making them dance in the breeze
I don’t have to say I am happy, because love is joy and joy is self-
Evident, like fragrance that wafts across and fills vast empty spaces.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
Life throws storms
I grieve, then stay.
Anger flares, loyalty remains.
A million miles won't break this thread.
Block me, **** me
I'm still yours.
Absence cannot erase our bond.
Life is brief; love outlives it.
I'll chase your smile through every time.
If not here, I'll find you next.
My vow endures beyond all ends.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
You're ink.
I'm the quill:
I lounge, idle and mute
For want of your color on my parchment.
Like ink you've spilled
Into my life
And like ink you'll stay
Forever stained, an unfading tattoo.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Oh Keeper of my heart,
Massage to soul I bruised,
Stay my masochistic hand,
Stop me from throwing rocks,
At my own glass chest.
Help me to see the unfading beauty,
You made me to be.
You commanded me to do away with fear,
And yet here he is at my table.
Peace is by a far a sweeter dish,
And my tongue longs to hold it forever.
Oh Keeper of my heart,
You won’t let it fall,
Or let it be broken beyond repair.
So I may love recklessly,
If I love you the most.
Your peace is like a gentle rain,
Falling on a troubled head,
I must release myself to play in the shower,
And get happily soaked.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
There is a certain beauty that arises from suffering or rather from failing to be defeated by suffering; an air of regal-ness in a head held high against the coming storm. Eyes heavy and tired from hard work and sleepless anxious nights and features worn and scarred from years of pain and struggles. Yet in those eyes burns a fire that refuses to be extinguished and there is a smile defiant and brilliant as if to say “you cannot break me”. This is true beauty, unfading and pure. The painted, plastic faces our world has come to admire are nothing compared to this, for they are merely an illusion a reflection of cheap vanity and will fade in time. True beauty does not dim with age but grows brighter and stronger. This is the beauty this world should admire most, for it is honest and endless.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Sing me to sleep
With this soft lullaby.
Wash away my fears
With your kind heart.
Stand by me
With your unfading loyalty.
Remind me of our memories
With your steady breath.
Take me far away
With your endearing imagination.
Help me let go
With your will to live on.
Sing me to sleep
With this soft lullaby.
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
The light of the stars in the sky that I looked up to
Old memories and wishes are sent, crossing through time unfading
The cries of someone are reflected in your eyes with a sparkle, the feelings in the wind
The wishes in the moon, they all live within powerful limitations, today
Our feelings too, will one day continue to shine
With someone's heart, like those stars
One, two bell chimes resound vast and deep, to within the heart
Drops of stars like a story; fine tracks are amassed within them
The era moves along with time, and the flowing stars quietly move too
If you close your eyes, and listen closely, good bye
A bunch of black and white photographs of the sky, a blowing muffler, white breath
I want to get closer, even if it's just a little; running double time until we're on higher ground
If we take out a massive telescope
The lens will disturb the star dust
Time takes away time, and romance passes through the eras
Releasing the light, now we'll firmly pass through time without giving up
Until it reaches someone, the light of glory will go on and make a story
Beyond all of this, along with us
A baby's first cry is raised, a small light, a bit light
Crossing through space and time, they meet
All of the individual sparklings become one, and a story is created
Like the constellations that are connected point to point, if only
I could paint a beautiful picture for someone
Look up, hey, they're winter's diamonds
The creeping milky way, soon I'll be able to take back my courage
Releasing the light, now we'll firmly pass through
Time without giving up, until it reaches someone
The light of glory will go on and make a story
Beyond all of this, along with us
The sky is infinitely vast, yes
Beyond the sea, first breaths are taken, and lives are cut off
The stars shine down like goddesses
The moments of the four seasons repeat, continuing on for long times
That's good, we'll carve in our memories just a little bit
Passing through endless time, and starting to shine
The story continues on inside of my heart
One day, the you from that day will board the night train
Continue to shine, like those stars.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Your deep seated treasure trove of words on love
layeth at the throne and is sealed in a crystal case,
meant to be broken in case
there is an a famish in the kingdoms,
an unquenching,
an unending,
an unfading
hunger for love.
The haybarn of mild prosperity.
It transitions with frequencies
ranging from the cosmic dimesions of the galaxies
to the unforgiving, mauve depths of the ocean.
It resonates with my ambivalent soul,
at an existential level
as thy velveteen buds
are of my photvoltaic stem.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
Write my name on the wall dear Desirae
See it as you fall asleep
Keep me in mind when you leave this world behind
Keep me listed in the company you keep
Float on the dreams that you chance to bring
To my doorstep on late summer moons
Sing me to sleep with words that echo
In the early ides of June
Keep my memory under lock and key
And know my love never waivers for you
My mind switching to your symphony
As my eyes close as if on cue
Lovely above all are you, dear Desirae
In smile, in tear, and all in all
Floating high to uncharted reaches
Simply because you don't fear the fall
Love me from afar, dear Desirae
Know that your beauty is one unfading
And that you are a girl within Heaven's hold
In both lining and in the shading
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC