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Utterly Clueless · Beerkadet

I write poetry, may thread nga aq d2 for my works (unfortunately I have not had the time to update it), my favorite poem would be alone by edgar allan poe. It is in my biography

KenMikaze · Enigbaboykage-ANBU

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Translated by Charles W. Johnson

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.

I can write, for example: "The night is star-filled
and the blue stars are shivering in the distance."

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I loved her then, and sometimes she loved me back.

Through nights like tonight I held her in my arms.
I kissed her and kissed her under endless skies.

She loved me then, and sometimes I loved her back.
How could I not love her giant, still eyes?

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I can think I'm not holding her. I can regret that I lost her.

I can hear the vast night, still vaster without her.
And the words settle on my soul like dew on the pasture.

It doesn't matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is star-filled and she is not with me.

That's all that matters. Someone is singing far away. Far away.
My soul cannot be content, because I have lost her.

As if they could bring her near, my eyes try to find her.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.

The same nightfall whitening the same trees.
But we have both changed so much since that night.

Surely I no longer love her, but how I once loved her.
My voice sought the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As before I had kissed her.
Her voice, her pale body. Her endless eyes.

Surely I no longer love her, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short; memories last so long.

Because through nights like tonight I held her in my arms,
my soul cannot be content, because I have lost her.

Even if this is the last pain she makes me suffer,
and this is the last poem that I write for her.

xx,

Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto

aka Pablo Neruda

tinkahbelle · beerkada resident fairy

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

hehe.. fave at memorized part ko sa the walrus and the carpenter by lewis caroll
.. brings, wonderful childhood memories

Kagepool · The Silent Musician

Ode to the Endless. This is a poem I read in a Sandman book.

Utterly Clueless · Beerkadet

abdul alhazred's (author of the al azif) couplet,

that which is not dead and can eternal lie
and in strange eons even death may die.

isa pa, war is kind

LP · the missing slayer

sandman book????? xa ba ung kalaban ni spider man???heheheh...joke lang...

eastydie · Fagazi's Advocate

HEHEHE..
Gusto ko lang i-share to..
Winnie is my friend and my officemate :)
I was teasing her of being in-lUuuuUUve for that day and these two were my status messages..
I wrote these *insert shocking face here*.
AND! I never thought I had this side.. I am always sardonic about mushy mushy stuffs. >:)

"Winnie is like a bloom. Sprouting from the dim root, exhausted of one's own shadow but still in Hope - for a man to raise her up above the ground and be filled with the cherry blossoms one winter day. "

"Hearing Cupid's thoughts, Winnie awaits for him. Love seems like an endless tale of unforgotten times. Encompassing the calm look, her elegance is simple and classic. Still yearning for the man who passes by with a glance of the fairy tale's prince."

roachy · 10CM - nurse bassist

how do you like to go up in a swing,
up in the air so blue?
oh, i do think it the pleassant thing
ever a child can do!

up in the air and over tha wall,
till i can see wo wide,
rivers and trees and cattle and all
over the countryside---

till i look down on the garden green,
down on the roof so brown--
up in the air i go flying again,
up in the air and down!

~ rober louis stevenson

"taken from the book "the girl in the swing"

bowen · Beerkadet

hey!!! we sang that back in kindergarten. now, i remember the lyrics.

roachy · 10CM - nurse bassist

@bowen : alin? yung the girl in the swing? hmmmm

when i look into your eyes,
all my grief and sorrow vanish;
and when i kiss your lips,
i am entirely healed and made whole again.

when i lean against your breast,
there comes over me a joy like that of heaven.
but when you say : "i love you!"
i can only weep bitterly.

~translated from Heine's " Wenn ich in deine Augen seh'. "

pilandok · Cyber Pilandok

In times or storm, You are my dwelling place.
Moments of fear, I found your grace.
When I'm alone. You are beside my trace.
Adonai my redeemer, in many ways.

You redeem my heart out of burning glaze.
You save my life, that I may seek Your face.
Great is Your name that will live all days.
You redeem my heart and Your glory stays.

When I am lost, You lead me out the maze.
When I'm confused, You clear the haze.
I am hungry, You made bread from clays.
Adonai my redeemer, for ever I will praise.

- Mark David Pua, kasama ba ung own made here?

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

-- Joyce Kilmer

sublimeabsurdity · Senior

yesterday was but a moment gone

lost in the sands of time

but not in the heart and mind.

tomorrow is the uncertain path

that we shall both take

come the right time and place.

but today is simply the day

you gave my love away

yet again I stumble, yet again, I fail

--"love me today" a poem I wrote from way back

Date: Oct 17, 2011

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