Love poems,odes,sonnets

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  madotara69

  9 years ago

  Just started writing and I'm a dreamer so a little dreamtime story happens as it happens, it so happens, Tara's humble lover by morning and her thief of the night and she is my favourite poetical delight in mystery alight Tara I wake to see her dreamingEyes closed peaceful smile Is it me and our miles? Is it her and me the meanings Or of adventures in other time Someone, another, not of me? A pleasant feeling wells with rhyme She is free, she is not mine I love her dreaming all the time Peaceful smile, her heart defined Humble to me it is us Our time the adventures Rough lumps and bumps Comfort, cares and lust She lay there dreaming in love With me the man Who sees her as one Her own, her self, her fun Yes special she I love Dreaming fine no not enough Life for her I must Dreams not just dreams Dreams are just She lay next to me Peaceful and smiles Eyes closed peaceful and free Oh it is, clear and precise Tara she is and means to me Everything so it just seems I lay there awake with a smile To see the dreams showing our miles Shadows of the nightThe eerie mist, upon she stows Peaceful whispers,flickering shadows In the light of dark, her eyes closed She lay there sleeping, dreaming, shallow Embers glowing bright, hot sparks dancing Warm her skin, yet soft and moist Thighs slightly parted, heart gently panting Hearts arrows, swords duel, passions joist Silky droplet, pearly it glistens Hidden valley, the darkness listens Breath drawn sharp, deep stall then poised Drawing circles, fingers lightly stroll the fringes Quiet murmurs, sleeping joy, closed eyes flicker A thief in the night, a faceless figure Gently flowing, scented river Sleeping throws, thoughts not bitter Legs in rhythm, begin to quiver She lay there, embers bright Sparks dance, fairies fly A virgin taken, in the lustful night Eyes open, enter the light She wakes, intense the dream, it's shadows in flight The faceless figure, her thief of the night In the new light of day, she lays there awakened Fingers wet, her thief, no intention mistaken Embers warm, new day begins, in soft morning light Sleeping virgin, taken, She, her thief, and his shadows of the night.Mado Tara xx

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  MsSuperFoxy

  9 years ago

  Sorry it's not a poem, ode or sonnet, however it is something that I do really like. I recently posted it in the "Love and Pain" forum. It's an extract from a book called "Eleven Minutes", written by Paulo Coelho, not "Maria's diary" as I quoted. I think it's really really beautiful. The Bird and the Bird cage. Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird. But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she thought: “I’m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.” The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage. She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: “Now you have everything you could possibly want.” However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage. One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds. If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body. Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. “Why have you come?” she asked Death. “So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,” Death replied. “If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him ever more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.” Foxy

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)E.E. Cummings may i feel said he (i'll squeal said she just once said he) it's fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you're willing said he (but you're killing said she but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he) ow said she (tiptop said he don't stop said she oh no said he) go slow said she (cccome?said he ummm said she) you're divine!said he (you are Mine said she) E.E.Cummings

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  The forum equivalent of a Chic Flick...:P

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  Roses are red. Violets are blue. Here are the dishes that i have left for you - Posted from rhpmobile

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  Languid

  9 years ago

  This is one about Paul McCartney and Heather Mills from happier times. Alleged to have been penned by Sir Paul himself. We sat upon the river bank.My hand began to quiver.I slowly undid her suspender belt.And her leg fell in the river.

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  That comment will definitely get ya a root..not 😘xxFreya

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  LOL I have to agree it is hardly going to get me far :) But some one has to be a stirrer

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to Know?I hear my being dance from ear to ear.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those close beside me, Which are you?God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;I wake to sleep and take my waking slow. Great Nature has one thing to doTo you and me; so take the lively air,And lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.What falls away is always. And is near.I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.I learn by going where I have to go. THEODORE ROETHKE

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  ..... La Belle Dame Sans Merci l love the painted images more than the poem .... I'll let you look them up

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  By ABC....one of my favourite songs, maybe a modern sonnet? Its about lost love and eternal hope. Beautiful song and clever lyrics

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  The lady is waiting Brighter than sunshine reflected on water The smile of the lady is gracious and warm Though she's a woman She laughs like a child at play And the lady is waiting At the end of my day Waits at the doorway and says that she loves me And wants me to tell her that I love her too If I have troubles I know she will wish them away And the lady is waiting At the end of my day Waiting to comfort me if I am weary Eases my mind Waiting to comfort me Ready to cheer me ever so gentle and kind Sharing my secrets and wishing my wishes A whisper of summer is there in her smile Softly reflecting our love in the thing that we say And the lady is waiting At the end of my day Paul Williams

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  Missb4u

  9 years ago

  particular songs that move me I don't read poetry so can't quote any. Even some TV commercials get me especially the ones for Anzac Day 😢😢😢😢

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  RHP User

  9 years ago

  With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade. A.E. Housman's Shropshire Lad

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  PatchworkGirl

  9 years ago

  That first Cummings poem is one of my favourites, and is what I was going to post when I first saw Freya's op. I also love Tyler Knott Gregson's typewriter poetry - there isn't a specific one that comes to mind, but he is worth looking up. - Posted from rhpmobile

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