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BookmarkA thousand fair suitors all stab at your heartThose poets of movement and jockeys of artThe high-volume vendors who hustle romanceSplashing their canvas with color and danceThe blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurledThey offer lush gardens in glistening worldsYes, bearers of torches and carvers of stoneWho whisper their sonnets and surrender their thronesAnd there in your doorway, no shadow is castNo lingering voices, no ghosts from the pastJust a cluster of walls and a window of painCollecting the heartache like droplets of rainStill I stand before you with palms to the skyNo gold in my pocket, no thorn in my sideAnd all I can offer where words have no placeIs a body that trembles and this love that awaitskurfess – Sat, 2004 – 05 – 29 20:15Member Love Poems1 commentNow Sleeps the Crimson Petal (Lord Tennyson Alfred) Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.Administrador – Sun, 2004 – 05 – 23 04:00Classic Love Poemsread more – login or register to post commentsHe wishes for the cloths of heaven (William Butler Yeats)Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)Administrador – Sun, 2004 – 05 – 23 03:53Classic Love Poemslogin or register to post commentsCome Into The Garden Maud (Lord Tennyson Alfred)Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone;And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown.Administrador – Sun, 2004 – 05 – 23 03:33Classic Love Poemsread more – login or register to post commentsHe fumbles at your spirit (Emily Dickinson)He fumbles at your spiritAs players at the keysBefore they drop full music on;He stuns you by degrees,Administrador – Sat, 2004 – 05 – 22 04:40Classic Love Poemsread more – login or register to post commentsThe Good Morrow (John Donne)I wonder, by my troth, what thou and IDid till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?But sucked on country pleasures childishly?Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.Administrador – Sat, 2004 – 05 – 22 04:30Classic Love Poemsread more – login or register to post commentsLove's DeathIHalf in shadow,half in lightHe had never seen such a beautiful sight,And resist her he tried with all of his might;But to no avail.Saqqara22 – Mon, 2004 – 05 – 17 21:54Member Love Poemsread more – login or register to post commentsConfusionI am another fallen oneFalling down without caringHeart and soul all absorbedBy the beauty and graceShining out from the deepest of heartsA beauty many times seen but few consideredILuego – Mon, 2004 – 05 – 17 21:42Member Love Poemslogin or register to post commentsDreamsBetween my temples youLuego – Mon, 2004 – 05 – 17 21:39Member Love Poemslogin or register to post commentsDifferent SpeciesThank you birdFor singing soYou lift my heartBut youTRANSCRIPT
Bookmark A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heartThose poets of movement and jockeys of artThe high-volume vendors who hustle romanceSplashing their canvas with color and dance
The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurledThey offer lush gardens in glistening worldsYes, bearers of torches and carvers of stoneWho whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones
And there in your doorway, no shadow is castNo lingering voices, no ghosts from the pastJust a cluster of walls and a window of painCollecting the heartache like droplets of rain
Still I stand before you with palms to the skyNo gold in my pocket, no thorn in my sideAnd all I can offer where words have no placeIs a body that trembles and this love that awaits
kurfess – Sat, 2004 – 05 – 29 20:15Member Love Poems 1 comment
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal (Lord Tennyson Alfred) Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.
Administrador – Sun, 2004 – 05 – 23 04:00Classic Love Poems read more – login or register to post comments
He wishes for the cloths of heaven (William Butler Yeats) Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
Administrador – Sun, 2004 – 05 – 23 03:53Classic Love Poems login or register to post comments
Come Into The Garden Maud (Lord Tennyson Alfred)
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone;And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown.
Administrador – Sun, 2004 – 05 – 23 03:33Classic Love Poems read more – login or register to post comments
He fumbles at your spirit (Emily Dickinson) He fumbles at your spiritAs players at the keysBefore they drop full music on;He stuns you by degrees,
Administrador – Sat, 2004 – 05 – 22 04:40Classic Love Poems read more – login or register to post comments
The Good Morrow (John Donne) I wonder, by my troth, what thou and IDid till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?But sucked on country pleasures childishly?Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
Administrador – Sat, 2004 – 05 – 22 04:30Classic Love Poems read more – login or register to post comments
Love's Death IHalf in shadow,half in lightHe had never seen such a beautiful sight,And resist her he tried with all of his might;But to no avail.
Saqqara22 – Mon, 2004 – 05 – 17 21:54Member Love Poems read more – login or register to post comments
Confusion I am another fallen oneFalling down without caringHeart and soul all absorbedBy the beauty and graceShining out from the deepest of heartsA beauty many times seen but few consideredI
Luego – Mon, 2004 – 05 – 17 21:42Member Love Poems login or register to post comments
Dreams Between my temples you
Luego – Mon, 2004 – 05 – 17 21:39Member Love Poems login or register to post comments
Different Species Thank you birdFor singing soYou lift my heartBut you