Melusine
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Love poems
"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine."
Pablo Neruda
(If you forget me)
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine."
Pablo Neruda
(If you forget me)
That's fucking depressing.
I wrote this poem appx 15 yrs ago.. and it still remains one of my favorites..i share it with all of you and hope that if it strikes a chord in your hearts than the dialogue has done it's job..
Like pieces of a puzzle that won't interlock
yet attracted to each other like the tick to the tock
Different Personalities clinging on breathlessly
Reaching for each other like the sand to the sea.
Let us attempt to mold our puzzle pieces to fit side by side
if the pieces do not fit it is not to say we have not tried
time ahead will call us to go our separate ways
We'll think of each other and meet in future days
This puzzle fits together
as in life's reality
Though we may not be together
hand in heart we'll always be
--Jennie8
Like pieces of a puzzle that won't interlock
yet attracted to each other like the tick to the tock
Different Personalities clinging on breathlessly
Reaching for each other like the sand to the sea.
Let us attempt to mold our puzzle pieces to fit side by side
if the pieces do not fit it is not to say we have not tried
time ahead will call us to go our separate ways
We'll think of each other and meet in future days
This puzzle fits together
as in life's reality
Though we may not be together
hand in heart we'll always be
--Jennie8
^^
That poetry was like sugar on my tongue, thank you for sharing. 🙂
That poetry was like sugar on my tongue, thank you for sharing. 🙂
I like it, I like it alot...
Jennie8,thanks for sharing...I loved it.
Do you still write poetry?
Mr.C, I agree...PN was a crab,no wonder his poetry is so depressing!! (kidding)
Do you still write poetry?
Mr.C, I agree...PN was a crab,no wonder his poetry is so depressing!! (kidding)
thank you all for your comments they were great and thoughtful and no unfortunately i stopped writing a long time ago. but now is the time to renew again.
I have @10 poems i have written in the past and would like published nothing fancy but from my soul.. NOW i look forward to reading some submissions from all of you.
i bid adieu as is need to wake up tommorow morning quite early.
signing off
Jennie8
I have @10 poems i have written in the past and would like published nothing fancy but from my soul.. NOW i look forward to reading some submissions from all of you.
i bid adieu as is need to wake up tommorow morning quite early.
signing off
Jennie8
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
melusine, your poems are dark but i like them... where did you get this last one??
Hi Jennie,
It's by Sylvia Plath.
LOL,now that you point it out I can see the poems that I have posted so far can be considered a bit dark...I'm kinda addicted to PN and Sylvia Plath...and neither of them can be called cheerful...I think I'll look for something cheerful next time I
post...🙂
Also, I would love to read more of your poems if you don't mind posting them here...
Take care.
Mel
It's by Sylvia Plath.
LOL,now that you point it out I can see the poems that I have posted so far can be considered a bit dark...I'm kinda addicted to PN and Sylvia Plath...and neither of them can be called cheerful...I think I'll look for something cheerful next time I
post...🙂
Also, I would love to read more of your poems if you don't mind posting them here...
Take care.
Mel
"To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;
To hear you ask if I shall love always,
And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;
It is so sweet. We know it is not true.
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.
We know it is not true, but it is sweet --
The poem with this music is complete."
(Claude McKay - Romance)
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;
To hear you ask if I shall love always,
And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;
It is so sweet. We know it is not true.
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.
We know it is not true, but it is sweet --
The poem with this music is complete."
(Claude McKay - Romance)
melusine ,
dont get me wrong, dark poems can and do bring out what is within us and push out through verse what we sometimes cannot verbally do ourselves. I am not implying at all that is what your doin.
Remember dark poems have their beauty and reason for being as well
I love sylvia plath as well.. although I admit i am not well versed on her poems.
take care
dont get me wrong, dark poems can and do bring out what is within us and push out through verse what we sometimes cannot verbally do ourselves. I am not implying at all that is what your doin.
Remember dark poems have their beauty and reason for being as well
I love sylvia plath as well.. although I admit i am not well versed on her poems.
take care
This was written by me. I love to write love poems, trying to get them published read in a club, etc. I hope everyone enjoy
My Heart was once empty
I had no special friend to love
No one to count on
No one to hug
Since I met you,
My heart has been filled
With Joy and Excitement
Just being near you
Your voice is all I need
To fill my heart and soul
It creates a smile a laughter
That I once enjoyed
And when we come together
I am full of anticipation
For my special friend that has
Crossed my path once again
I am glad I did not know then
What I know now
That a man from my past
Could bring back my smile
His sexy smile
His warm hugs
His soft kisses
Is just the beginning of what I?ve been missing
His sexy voice I hear
When we are making Love
Feels me with passion and excitement
I want him more and more
His conversation
His Intelligent
His need to be honest
His communication
His forgiveness
And how he looks at life
Helps me to look at my life
And how I want to live it
I can?t help but be into you
More and more each day
Because you have given me a reason
To show you a side of my that has rarely existed
A women who is sincere and want a special friend to love
A women who knows how to show unconditional love
Through friendship, Honesty, Patients and Trust
I know with these factors we?ll have something special
Between the both of us
An unconditional friendship that will last forever
And if it goes further I will not hesitate
I would jump at the chance
Because I would have found my soulmate.
My Heart was once empty
I had no special friend to love
No one to count on
No one to hug
Since I met you,
My heart has been filled
With Joy and Excitement
Just being near you
Your voice is all I need
To fill my heart and soul
It creates a smile a laughter
That I once enjoyed
And when we come together
I am full of anticipation
For my special friend that has
Crossed my path once again
I am glad I did not know then
What I know now
That a man from my past
Could bring back my smile
His sexy smile
His warm hugs
His soft kisses
Is just the beginning of what I?ve been missing
His sexy voice I hear
When we are making Love
Feels me with passion and excitement
I want him more and more
His conversation
His Intelligent
His need to be honest
His communication
His forgiveness
And how he looks at life
Helps me to look at my life
And how I want to live it
I can?t help but be into you
More and more each day
Because you have given me a reason
To show you a side of my that has rarely existed
A women who is sincere and want a special friend to love
A women who knows how to show unconditional love
Through friendship, Honesty, Patients and Trust
I know with these factors we?ll have something special
Between the both of us
An unconditional friendship that will last forever
And if it goes further I will not hesitate
I would jump at the chance
Because I would have found my soulmate.
I should go to readings, I think that would be fun. You guys go to those?
Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
a long lonely time,
time goes by so slowly
and time
can do so much
I simply adore sylvia plath, her novel "the bell jar" is beautifully haunting. I'm unfamilar with her poems however.
I've hungered for your touch
a long lonely time,
time goes by so slowly
and time
can do so much
I simply adore sylvia plath, her novel "the bell jar" is beautifully haunting. I'm unfamilar with her poems however.
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