This a selection of some of my favorite poetry. Some are classics and you may have seen them before, but like old friends they are always nice to see again. *s* Others are poems that I have come across written by other web poets. :~) If you have poems that you would like to submit to this site just drop me a line and I'll add them hear for everyone to see.
If you recognize any of the poems that I have posted as Anonyomus and recognize who the poet is please let me know. Also if I have inadvertantly added a poem that is your own personal copywrite please let me know and if you wish I shall remove it. :)
Thank you and I hope you enjoy browsing through them. *s*
What is Life?
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.
And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each flow'ret of its gem -and dies;
A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.
And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound?
That dark mysterious name of horrid sound?
A long and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave.
Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
A thing to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.
'Tis but a trial all must undergo,
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That happiness vain man's denied to know,
Until he's called to claim it in the skies.
By: John Clare
Comes The Dawn
After awhile, you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child,
And learn to build all your roads on today,
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
After awhile, you learn that sunshine burns
if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure..
That you are really strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn ..
With every goodbye, you learn.
By: Veronica A.Shoffstal
My One True Love
You entered my life when I least expected you.
I saw in your eyes the honesty and forthrightness
I have been searching for all my life.
I fell in love with you, and I know
I will always love you with all my heart...
It wasn't only your eyes
that told me how special you are,
It was your hands, so tender when they touched me,
So strong when they held me,
And it was the sound of your voice
When you said my name for the first time
And that indelible moment
when you said, "I love you."
It is the way you treat others with respect,
And the way others respect you
It is the warmth that fills the world
with your spirit
And your very special kindness.
All of these things let me know
That forever and always
you will be
My One True Love.
By: Alan Schweitzer
When I Look at You
When I look at you, I see what love can truly mean.
When I hold you, I feel what love really brings.
When I touch my lips with yours, I feel the depth of you and me.
When I stroke you, I know that you were meant for me.
I love you.
My heart breaks each day when you're not with me.
My courage slowly disappears every time I try to hold you.
But I grasp the air that you were meant to be.
When I think of love, I think of you.
When loneliness comes to haunt me,
I say your name to ward that wretched curse away.
You are the one I love.
You are the one for me.
By: Author Unknown
Sonnet XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Who Do I Love?
Who do I love?
I love the one who cares;
Who worries about me.
Who loves me for what I am.
Who listens to me when I need to be heard.
Who cheers me up when I'm sad.
Who wipes away my tears of sorrow.
Who do I love?
I love the one who is strong;
Who can handle me when
I'm being difficult and screaming at the world;
Who can still love me
after I've taken all my problems out on him.
Who doesn't run when I need him the most.
Who do I love?
I love the one who I never seem to tell enough
how much I love him.
