01 Nov 10 - 10:43 AM (#3020739) Subject: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Donuel Twisty Misty Times |
01 Nov 10 - 10:54 AM (#3020742) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: olddude -- At Last -- At last, when all the summer shine That warmed life's early hours is past, Your loving fingers seek for mine And hold them clos -at last- at last! Not oft the robin comes to build Its nest upon the leafless bough By autumn robbed, by winter chilled, But you, dear heart, you love me now. Though there are shadows on my brow And furrows on my cheek, in truth, The marks where Time's remorseless plough Broke up the blooming sward of Youth, Though fled is every boyish grace Might win or hold a lover's vow, Despite my sad and faded face, And darkened heart, you love me now! I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow, Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it always now! |
01 Nov 10 - 10:59 AM (#3020745) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Donuel Ladies and Gentlemen girls and guys presing truth fibs and millions of lies Betrayal hurt sadness and blame nobodies sombodies fortunes and fame Presenting the spiral of time A sprial of friends lovers and enemies Good times end times and time in between SOme are spiraling in while others flee Birth Children and old boring places time changing old familiar faces Sunrise sunsets comets and stars Scratches bumps and cuts that leave scars Passion outdoors in bed or in cars The spiral of time retraces our steps no matter how far Spiraling beyond broken heart feelings parents siblings husbands and wives Life death unhappiness and grieving here and there arriving and leaving Wrapped up in giving while others are stealing The spiral of time has its own archives. For you true love we are more than friends We have seen life's beginings come to an end. For you I would bend the spiral into a circle that never ends. may the circle be unbroken by and by oh by and by... |
01 Nov 10 - 11:02 AM (#3020748) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Jeri Dan, that's a nice poem by Elizabeth Akers Allen. |
01 Nov 10 - 11:04 AM (#3020749) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Art Thieme In the big scheme of time, this was one I liked: I love America, And I love being free, I wish I was a hound dog, And Nixon was a tree. Art |
01 Nov 10 - 11:13 AM (#3020756) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: olddude I could not remember who wrote it Jeri, I had it for years |
01 Nov 10 - 11:17 AM (#3020759) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: olddude Who wrote this one? My river runs to thee. Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me? My river awaits reply. Oh! Sea, look graciously. I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks. Say, sea, Take me! Emily Dickinson I think |
01 Nov 10 - 11:50 AM (#3020784) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Jeri Yep, it's "My River," by Emily Dickinson |
01 Nov 10 - 01:32 PM (#3020878) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Bill D A couple of my favorites, from Kenneth Patchen, who is not widely read these days. The Snow Is Deep on the Ground by Kenneth Patchen The snow is deep on the ground. Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. This is a good world. The war has failed. God shall not forget us. Who made the snow waits where love is. Only a few go mad. The sky moves in its whiteness Like the withered hand of an old king. God shall not forget us. Who made the sky knows of our love. The snow is beautiful on the ground. And always the lights of heaven glow Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. Kenneth Patchen, "The Snow Is Deep on the Ground" from Collected Poems. Copyright 1943 by Kenneth Patchen. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. Source: Selected Poems (1957). "As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other" by Kenneth Patchen As we are so wonderfully done with each other We can walk into our separate sleep On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers My hands are hallowed where they touched over your soft curving. It is good to be weary from that brilliant work It is being God to feel your breathing under me A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . . Don't let anyone in to wake us. " 'As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other' " by Kenneth Patchen, from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Patchen, copyright © 1942 by Kenneth Patchen. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp. Source: The Collected Poems of Kenneth Patchen (1968). |
01 Nov 10 - 01:34 PM (#3020880) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Bill D One more---just because... Fall of the Evening Star Speak softly; sun going down Out of sight. Come near me now. Dear dying fall of wings as birds complain against the gathering dark... Exaggerate the green blood in grass; the music of leaves scraping space; Multiply the stillness by one sound; by one syllable of your name... And all that is little is soon giant, all that is rare grows in common beauty To rest with my mouth on your mouth as somewhere a star falls And the earth takes it softly, in natural love... Exactly as we take each other... and go to sleep... Kenneth Patchen |
01 Nov 10 - 07:15 PM (#3021187) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Richard Bridge A young punk called Jack "I wanna get inside your pants" |
02 Nov 10 - 04:23 AM (#3021384) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: theleveller You Are. In the darkness of my night, you are the bright star glowing. You're the golden sunrise at the dawning of my day And throughout the daytime, you are the light that guides me And the moon that graces all the world as the sunset fades away. When the road is longest, you're the inn on the horizon And when the dust cakes in my throat, you're the water to my thirst. If my feet grow weary, you make the journey shorter And as I reach my haven, you're the arms that greet me first. Wherever I might lay my head, you're the pillow underneath it And whenever I'm in trouble you bring succour to my plight. You're the angel that stands guarding at my side when I am sleeping And whatever foe confronts me, you're my courage for the fight. You're today and you're tomorrow, my Christmas and my birthday And as my life moves on, you're the beginning and the end. When I doubt the truth of living, you're the child whose smile enfolds me And though all the world's against me, I know you'll always be my friend. |
02 Nov 10 - 12:06 PM (#3021668) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: kendall Richard, a young woman I knew was a waitress at the time, and she had a rude customer. He said "I'd like to get into your pants." She replied, "Why? there is already one asshole in them." |
02 Nov 10 - 12:18 PM (#3021685) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: kendall Here's something different; it's not about a woman but a boat. Old Love Three years we lived as one, I the Master, she the mistress, Did my bidding, answered my call- Enveloped me in the long nights Gave my days purpose. A being apart, yet part of my being, I met her as a boy, left her as a man. Time passes---------------calendars turn In 25 years we met once more. She is bedraggled, unkempt, uncared for, A bag lady, the smell of age about her. I remain in her presence silently for minutes, And, as I turn to leave, I know, She doesn't remember me. |
03 Nov 10 - 08:07 AM (#3022415) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: GUEST,Kit Griffiths One I wrote for my wife: If I should come to you in strange, byzantine dreams, And we both fair and fey, as once we used to be, Why, we are so, and all is surely as it seems: The weight of years has dropped away from you and me. And in a timeless past we'll spend a little while Untouched by age or pain, and sound in wind and limb - As lovers always are - and we will sadly smile To see the old with creaking bones, and eyes that dim. But when you wake, and time resumes its sullen crawl, Be not afraid or sad to put the dream away: Love puts down roots while passion's blossoms fade and fall, - And roots grow deeper year by year, and day by day, So that a look, a smile, or just a passing touch Can quietly come to say "I love you very much." |
03 Nov 10 - 11:47 AM (#3022563) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Donuel Speaking of Emily Dickenson, I purchased an unusual litho on canvass which is about 100 years old. In it Emily Dickenson is wearing glasses unlike her early daguerreotype and appears older. This thing is not suppose to exist but here it is. |
03 Nov 10 - 01:14 PM (#3022645) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: kendall I see some very good stuff here. Of course, I'm a poetry lover. |
03 Nov 10 - 02:32 PM (#3022694) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: kendall I'm surprised there is not more interest. |
03 Nov 10 - 02:48 PM (#3022710) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: John MacKenzie I haven't had any recent love, to write a poem about. |
03 Nov 10 - 07:46 PM (#3022993) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: kendall So, fake it; most of us do. |
03 Nov 10 - 07:48 PM (#3022994) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Bill D "So, fake it; most of us do." Love...or poetry? |
03 Nov 10 - 08:10 PM (#3023011) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: maeve I've written some poems turned to songs, but they're already posted elsewhere here. |
04 Nov 10 - 04:20 PM (#3023679) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: kendall I don't get it. So many threads run into the hundreds of posts while something like this dies a woodpeckers death. |
04 Nov 10 - 04:25 PM (#3023686) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Jean(eanjay) I've been reading about Paul Curtis who is a modern poet born in 1956. I've now read quite a few of his poems and like them. Here is one: Kiss I meet her gaze I help her stand I hold my breath and kiss her hand I see her blush her cheeks red now I smell her hair and kiss her brow It brings me joy to hear her speak I take her hand and kiss her cheek I feel her skin 'neath my finger tips I hold her face and kiss her lips Our love's true passions now begin I caress her form and kiss her skin Our passions flow like summer rain Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again In the afterglow in fond embrace We speak of love and I kiss her face |
04 Nov 10 - 04:26 PM (#3023687) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Bill D Too many minds on sports and politics these days maybe, Kendall. I am not a poet, but have some favorites, as noted above. Most of the others that come to mind are fairly well known....so I waited. |
04 Nov 10 - 04:30 PM (#3023690) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: Jean(eanjay) This is another Paul Curtis love poem but this is one of his humorous ones: Love Is Contagious Love is like a bad winter cold It strikes at the young and the old It's not something for which they can inoculate There is no cure for those who participate So even if you feel like you have the flu Love is just something you must go through |
04 Nov 10 - 06:04 PM (#3023763) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: maeve One of mine is here:Roses and Amber |
04 Nov 10 - 06:09 PM (#3023772) Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone? From: GUEST Goodbye Granddad Poor old Granddad's passed away, cut off in his prime, He never had a day off crook - gone before his time, We found him in the dunny, collapsed there on the seat, A startled look upon his face, his trousers around his feet, The doctor said his heart was good - fit as any trout, The Constable he had his say, 'foul play' was not ruled out. There were theories at the inquest of snakebite without trace, Of redbacks quietly creeping and death from outer space, No-one had a clue at all - the judge was in some doubt, When Dad was called to have his say as to how it came about, 'I reckon I can clear it up,' said Dad with trembling breath, 'You see it's quite a story - but it could explain his death.' 'This here exploration mob had been looking at our soil, And they reckoned that our farm was just the place for oil, So they came and put a bore down and said they'd make some trials, They drilled a hole as deep as hell, they said about three miles. Well, they never found a trace of oil and off they went, post haste, And I couldn't see a hole like that go to flamin' waste, So I moved the dunny over it - real smart move I thought, I'd never have to dig again - I'd never be 'caught short'. The day I moved the dunny, it looked a proper sight, But I didn't dream poor Granddad would pass away that night, Now I reckon what has happened - poor Granddad didn't know, The dunny was re-located when that night he had to go. And you'll probably be wondering how poor Granddad did his dash- Well, he always used to hold his breath - until he heard the splash!! |