#poem

I sent my words out onto the wind to paths unseen and parts unknown in hopes people will enjoy this book of poetic words I've sown ↗

— Charles Johnson

#love-poems #poetry #love

ويهزني صحوى .. فافتقدك ولكن بلا جدوى بلا جدوى .. ↗

— أمل دنقل

#miss #poem #love

Ariette III Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon coeur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure. Quoi ! nulle trahison ? Ce deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine ! ↗

— Paul Verlaine

#love #poems #rain #love

My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done. ↗

— Elizabeth I Tudor

#love #monarch #on-monsieur-s-departure #poem #queen

Unable and crippled I am As I gaze into the vastness The vastness that harbors your praise And glories of the best of creation... If I tried to spell.. A drop of ink from your love Ma quill would burn in shame for your love match no words...ya rasoolullah! ↗

— anila aboo

#muhammaden #poem #prophet-muhammad #love

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen. ↗

— Kate Bernheimer

#drinking #love #poems #whiskey #love

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

Ahora que no te escribo cuando me voy. Ahora que estoy más vivo de lo que estoy. Ahora que nada es urgente, que todo es presente, que hay pan para hoy. Ahora que no te pido lo que me das. Ahora que no me mido con los demás. Ahora que, todos los cuentos, parecen el cuento de nunca empezar. ↗

— Joaquín Sabina

#cancion #love #poem #poesia #realidad

Chipmunks jump, and greensnakes slither. Rather burst than not be with her. Bluebirds fight, but bears are stronger. We've got fifty years or longer. Hoptoads hop, but hogs are fatter. Nothing else but Us can matter. ↗

— Donald Hall

#love-poem #love

***********NEW ENGLAND****************** Whoe'er thou art, who walkest there Where god first taught my feet to roam, Breathe but my name into the air, I am content, for that is home. A sence of color comes to me, Of baybushes that heavy lie With juniper along the sea, And the blue sea along the sky. New England is my home; t'is there I love the pagan sun and moon. T'is there I love the growing year, December and young-summer June. I'd rather love one blade of grass That grows on one New England hill, Than drain the whole world in the glass Of fortune, when the heart is still. ↗

— Philip Henry Savage

#art