@artichoke
13 Years
Many Taureans are inspired by poetry and writing, often appreciating themes of love, nature, and deep emotion. They may have favorite poets like Pablo Neruda, whose work resonates with their love of beauty and introspection. Taurean writers often find comfort and expression through poetry that explores inner feelings and the natural world.
Posted by Torro
..Sucker for romantic poetry, romance books, as long as it's not horribly cheesy.That last part
"than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."Beautiful
Agreed, I too am a sucker for romantic poetry. The more heart-wrenching, the better. LOL I also really enjoy spoken word poetry and discovering new poets makes my day 🙂 Stumbled on Sebastian Lovett and really enjoyed this piece:
For all you poets and writers out there, what's your muse?
I wrote this some years ago. There are 13 syllables in every line. The last sentence is completed by reading the first letter of each... which is actually the title. Well... I thought it was clever at the time.
I look all around me, what I had found, I have lost
Was there any reason, behind all of the chaos
All or nothing, will I be last, or will I be first
Something wrapped as a gift, but was actually a curse
Love that took me away, from all it was that I loved
Other voices that spoke, in words I knew nothing of
Scary answers to questions, I don't ask anymore
Thinking, I thought, but not thinking as I did before
Idle time doing nothing, finding nothing to do
Never to look back, the future's moments are too few
Tearing down the pieces, to build them all up again
Having to recollect, but not knowing where I've been
Endangered the moments, that disappear in the age
Songs that I sang only, when I was locked in a cage
Echos of time and place, when I was tired of me
And now I know, for a while —
I don't really follow rules, I just write when it demands of me that I do so. I have this up on Writing and have put it up here some time ago and I shall do so again.
I AM
I am spring rain,
Bringing life to parched fields and
Arid land.
I am fire, consuming all in its path.
A great Dragon, cleansing and purging.
I am the wind flowing round you,
Through you.
Cold as frost.
Warm as summer breeze.
I am the bearer of life.
The milk that sustains you,
The cool fingers on fevered brow.
I am the comfort of well worn denim,
The brush of silk against your skin.
I am the spring in your step,
The smile on your lips.
I am the trail of elusive perfume.
The wicked glance under arched brow.
I am the undertow of the Ocean -
The Sirens song.
I am the thorn in your side,
The curse you send up to the heavens,
And the birds wing that takes flight.
I am the fall of hair,
The switch of a hip.
The lightening, all flash,
The thunder below:
Rumbling, deep, strong.
I AM WOMAN.
to venusianbull:
Love it ! Especially these lines:
- The brush of silk against your skin.
- The smile on your lips.
- The Sirens song.
- I am the fall of hair,
Very alluring in a sensual way...
et j'aime les sir?nes ! 😉
I write when my heart calls for release of whatever it's holding onto.
Silent reverie
of mumbles
and dreams
unfulfilled..
I wake,
wanting to
share sunrise
with him, to nestle
under duvet
and feel his
warmth against
my skin, our legs
intertwined
like vines
toes curled
and neither
of us wants to
break free.
His arms
envelop me,
comfortably
cocooned.
He covers
me whole —
heartedly,
without
reservations
of ifs & buts
or maybes and
We
don't talk about
impossibilities
or potential
fallabilities
of us
of love;
He and I.
We
disregard
shortcomings
and yearn
to love
each others
imperfections,
sinking
solicitude
by reaching
for stars settled
in each others hearts
to find entire galaxies,
waiting to be explored
- Home.
I as the moon,
who fell in love with
God's Sun.
We are
each other??s
constants.
He illuminates me.
With his breath
that I breathe,
it is with him
that I sleep
even if
only just
in dreams.
VB - I love it, particularly these lines
"I am the trail of elusive perfume.
The wicked glance under arched brow.
I am the undertow of the Ocean -
The Sirens song.
I am the thorn in your side,
The curse you send up to the heavens,
And the birds wing that takes flight." - Lovely
David - I enjoyed that, it read very smoothly for me. Thank you for sharing
Harry - Would love to read some of your work 🙂
Posted by David13
to venusianbull:Love it ! Especially these lines:
- The brush of silk against your skin.
- The smile on your lips.
- The Sirens song.
- I am the fall of hair,Very alluring in a sensual way...
et j'aime les sir?nes ! 😉
Thank you so much! 🙂
Thank you artichoke. 🙂 When you have time, visit the Writing board. Good stuff there. 🙂
Thank you VB, I just did 🙂 I've been missing out! lol
😄
i am the poet of your dreams
i will survive you
when your day is done
and wait for you
in the morning sun
through the door
of perception
i will lead you
and guide your hand
along the rough scum
to your feelings
beneath your sceleton
and the hunger
in your tum
i am the clockwork
i am your soul
hope virgos are allowed to contribute
here's another ditty i thought up:
never disappointing
always crystal clear
like the bright of morning
on a polished sphere
D
Posted by David13
I wrote this some years ago. There are 13 syllables in every line. The last sentence is completed by reading the first letter of each... which is actually the title. Well... I thought it was clever at the time.I look all around me, what I had found, I have lost
Was there any reason, behind all of the chaos
All or nothing, will I be last, or will I be first
Something wrapped as a gift, but was actually a curseLove that took me away, from all it was that I loved
Other voices that spoke, in words I knew nothing of
Scary answers to questions, I don't ask anymore
Thinking, I thought, but not thinking as I did beforeIdle time doing nothing, finding nothing to do
Never to look back, the future's moments are too few
Tearing down the pieces, to build them all up again
Having to recollect, but not knowing where I've beenEndangered the moments, that disappear in the age
Songs that I sang only, when I was locked in a cage
Echos of time and place, when I was tired of me
And now I know, for a while —
^^
this is the goods - I demand an encore!
(I know I'm not a bull, but I do live next door😉)
I love this one. Always.
A Question of Loyalty:
You are the solid Wolf
In the mists and fog of the Forests
Where I reign.
I hear your song echo and throb off the tall, spiring trees
The loud, keening notes
Swirling and careening off the
Clear rivulets, streams and lakes.
Corporeal ruler of Dreams.
Your Kingdom and mine a series of checks and balances.
One needing the other,
Minus the other, the balance lost.
Displacement.
No grand court I hold.
My home deep within shifts and shimmers with the foliage.
Melds with it, appearing and disappearing, like ghosts.
A simple place, full of comfort and joy...and yet.
One must have eyes open wide to truly see,
So I can bid him welcome.
Open my doors wide to Wolf
To tame him
To sit by the fire, curled up there
With my hands deep in his pelt
So we can have conversations on Long Ago
With his head in my lap, his legs over mine.
He asks me.."Oh Queen, do you love me?"
I answer "Since we were born to this earth".
He asks me.."My Queen, do you see me?"
I answer.."You are all I see."
He asks me.."Do you feel me?"
I answer.."In everything, everywhere. I feel your tread upon the earth and it gives me joy."
He asks me.."Are you afraid of my teeth in your throat?"
I answer.."It is the Nature of Wolf, I am not afraid."
He asks me.."Why do I not see you in the Forest, why do you not come to see me?"
I answer..."I AM the Forest, wherever you walk, whenever you hunt, as you run in joy, when you slumber, when you rise; I AM THERE."
I ask him..."Wolf, why do you not trust me?"
Wolf answers.."It is not my Nature to do so."
I run my hands over his silky fur and
I ask him.."Wolf, why do you not come to me, when I can give you peace?"
Wolf answers..."It is my Nature to run."
I ask him..."What are you running from my King?"
Wolf answers.."Myself."
Time passes slowly, we two there. My tears dampening his coat, his regal head cradled within my arms.
"Will you give me your throat my Queen?" ..he asks.
I reply.."You ask a question you already have the answer too."
"Will it hurt?" I whisper..
"Unlike anything you've ever known.." the Wolf replies.
I move aside my gown to give him access to the long column of my neck..
I feel the warm breath of My Wolf the feel of his teeth in my flesh, and surrender...
Loyalty.
One of my absolute favourites:
Be Near Me
My assassin, my lover,
Be near me
When the night passes on
drunk on the blood of skies,
When the dark night passes on
Like a sword sheathed in
the diamonds of stars
Be near me.
When it laments, laughs
and sings and passes on
With it's anklets ringing
with grief,
Be near me .
When the longings drown in heart
Look for the assassin's
knife hidden in hand
in his sleeves.
Be near me .
And when the children sob
Like the pouring sounds of wine
And are soothed by nothing,
When no sweet-talk holds,
Everything stands still,
The dark night passes on
mourning silently,
My assassin, my lover, be
near me.
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz
people fall away
like pieces of rocket
on a journey
through space
orbiting the mind
as the void
consumes the smile
clouds turn to tears
before your very eyes
blinking goodbyes
disappear
spirit thrusting,
you hook the link
to the beginning of time
hand steering steady
on a direction
life
dimitri
what happened to all the poets?
Posted by ReallyNiceAriesPerson
Posted by David13
I wrote this some years ago. There are 13 syllables in every line. The last sentence is completed by reading the first letter of each... which is actually the title. Well... I thought it was clever at the time.^^
this is the goods - I demand an encore!(I know I'm not a bull, but I do live next door😉)
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This was to a woman that I was seeing many years ago... I simply called it: TIME
Anyway... now you know what her name was.
Lost in something of an illusion
Eve of the beginning or of an end
Eyes like fire under the sea
Sail away this time - but only with me
All of this like - my dreams have come true
Still I awake - trying to climb back into you
A day to hold - the night disappears
Your scent on my pillow with the ring in my ears
You say again - 'I can't see you today'
Ours is only hours - the only chance to play
Under the same stars seeing clouds slip away
While I wonder what you're doing - maybe another day
I can't see the future - without you in it
Like something of a shadow cast - but no candles are lit
Love and the passion - something that I miss
But I long for that feeling - that magic in your kiss
Embracing the something that seems forever lost
Memories to quench the thirst - before the fall frost
I want something more than just the passing thoughts
Never seem to see past - the third little dot
Echoes of the last time I saw the silhouette of your face
Seems like forever ago - that I had my last taste
Over and over I get lost - in the same old maze
Mine seems to be never-ending - try to find a different way
Every time I see you - always never too soon
Drift away in your voice - when you tell me that you do
Always too short the time - the moments are too few
You know that I always love you still - so just stay won't you?
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Hello there fellow Taureans 🙂
Just curious to know if there are any aspiring or accomplished taurean poets/writers here? Do you have a favourite poet/writer? I would love to know what you enjoy reading, feel free to share. I love and enjoy poetry, here's one of my all time favourites:
XVII (I do not love you...) - Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Translated by Stephen Tapscott