lovley poems all of you..
Welcome to thread Pinky and Snita
Catch : atrocious! its white & pink not black & pink.
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feels nice to point fingers.. back to real stuff now)
Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope,
With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,
Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer
Looks Godward, past the shades where blind men grope
Round the dark door that prayers nor dreams can ope,
And makes for joy the very darkness dear
That gives her wide wings play; nor dreams that fear
At noon may rise and pierce the heart of hope.
Then, when the soul leaves off to dream and yearn,
May truth first purge her eyesight to discern
What, once being known, leaves time no power to appall;
Till yoiuth at last, ere yet youth be not, learn
The kind wise word that falls from years that fall--
"Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all."
Algernon Charles Swinburne
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Emily Dickinson
Drowning
Drowning (In your pride)
All my life there seems to be something in the way,
Rain is always blocking my view.
In this rain i see nothing but you,
but so far away........
in the distance, drowning in your pride.
With your hate you try to hide.
The clouds will someday clear.
But only when your near.
Because you are my shelter.
In this world full of my own fear.
Drowning..... in your pride.
The current takes me away.
Drifting me away.
It is erasing me away....
slowly..
Help me float
I am drowning in your pride.
Tanner Martin
this i liked very very much ....
My Pride
My pride is my soul
My soul immortal
Break this body
I’ll not ask for mercy
Even undone
I kneel to no one
Me
The only
and one
Make me cry?
I’d rather Die
Nothing is worth begging for
Nothing
Not money
Not fame
Not hunger
Not love
Not life
Nothing
I will not bow
I will no break
Everything you throw
I’ll take
In my book
If you have no pride
You’re not worth knowing!
My pride
My savior
Makes me a god of thunder
The worlds most extraordinary lover
The deepest thinker
Most profound feeler
No one is my match
No one is my equal
I pity those who are not me
They will never know what it’s like
To take life in
With pure greed
Be you mighty
Or meek
Despair and envy me
Look unto me and dream
Of what you could be
For my pride is there
To guide me
To remind me
There is no one greater in this world
Than me
I am almighty
Let the humble bow
I’ll not
When I meet my maker
I will stand before him
And look at his glory
And take my pride
And say ‘look upon it! ’
‘Isn’t it a worthy trophy? ’
‘Is love of my accomplishments
My passing of time
My triumphs
My errors
My glory
Mine crime? ’
Is pride truly the greatest sin?
Did it not save me countless times.
Kept me standing where others fell?
Made decisions my very own?
The essence of individuality
In Escaping conformity?
If asked to part
I’ll say nay
‘Saying but you made me this way! ’
And go my own way
Not entering another’s HIS domain
I’ll have my pride as companion
Always by my side
No one will get the better of me
Not while my pride holds me
For am I not unlike God
Made in his own image?
Ronberge , (anno primo)
Once the Images Shocked
From distance far and I feel your dear love
So striking and princely-like
With which you held your pride
And send your images partly afar
Babette Teeth
God and I
'Twas God and I'n a room
When I was brok'n he fixed me then;
In thanks I spat on Him and ran
To th'corner with my pride.
Daniel Nairn