What a wonder is the world,
What a time to live,
What a beautiful day,
Dawning of June and passing of May,
What a wonder is the life that you lead,
What a wonder is the love you have,
What a beautiful person you are,
What is the time to meet?
What is the day to bring?
What should I do with my life?
Deliver this message to those that are true,
Lovers, dreamers, wanderers, and walkers of the world,
Forever shall love be, for ever are we, forever shall love stand tall
The divine force makes us all!
What is the day to bring,
When will the lover's sing,
Dawn the love, Love the love, Be the love
What a wonder is the world wherever you might be!
love poems
A list of poems for anyone who feels down on their luck for the loss of a great love. True love as they say in the Princess Bride is a noble cause, the most noble of causes. Read and enjoy, and I hope you can find your true love again
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
the current
The current pulls,
The current moves,
It would have me go under and be dragged away from land.
The current sways,
The current rushes,
It would pull me down if it can,
No breath,
No life,
sunken out to sea.
Yet you keep me afloat,
My heart is light,
fills me up, wraps me tight,
I may have gone,
I may have lost,
I may have been a lover lost to the sea,
Sometimes you have to let the current grab you,
and roll within the flow.
Sometimes it strikes you,
like cupids arrow,
electric shock or stormy sea,
I am swimming toward the land now,
I will stay afloat,
I dream of dreamer's dreaming,
above an cloudy sky,
I feel the piper's piping,
for both you and I,
For ever in our rainbow,
above the cloudy sky.
The current moves,
It would have me go under and be dragged away from land.
The current sways,
The current rushes,
It would pull me down if it can,
No breath,
No life,
sunken out to sea.
Yet you keep me afloat,
My heart is light,
fills me up, wraps me tight,
I may have gone,
I may have lost,
I may have been a lover lost to the sea,
Sometimes you have to let the current grab you,
and roll within the flow.
Sometimes it strikes you,
like cupids arrow,
electric shock or stormy sea,
I am swimming toward the land now,
I will stay afloat,
I dream of dreamer's dreaming,
above an cloudy sky,
I feel the piper's piping,
for both you and I,
For ever in our rainbow,
above the cloudy sky.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
III by pablo neruda
III.
Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?
Saturday, May 25, 2013
And Because Love Battles
And because Love battles
And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.
I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.
But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.
To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.
Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.
Pablo Neruda
A Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda
A Song Of Despair
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!
From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.
It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!
Pablo Neruda
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