Poetry Appreciation (do NOT post your own poetry)

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I finally believed in the good in people
When the homeless man at the train
Showed me where he kept his pennies -
In a row on the ledge,
One after the other,
A careful cluster of value.
He leans in,
"For the less fortunate. I like to
Leave them something."

His grin is broken and discoloured and
Absolutely perfect.

-Unknown
 
Star-Crossed Lovers

Star-crossed lovers on a star-crossed night;
Their pulses quicken, their heart’s take flight.
Passionate kisses, both soft and firm;
Gentle touches, they make her squirm.
Her head tilts back as he kisses her neck;
She sighs in ecstasy, her mind a wreck.
She wants to give in, her pulse is quickening;
His excitement grows too, as his manhood’s thickening.
He lays her down gently, taking great care;
He caresses her face, his fingers tracing her hair.
He gazes longingly, looking straight in her eyes;
He kisses her softly, and her resistance dies.
Her body is aching, she wants him inside;
He’s aching too, passion won’t be denied.
They become one, bodies melting together;
Their floating on air, feeling light as a feather.
Their rhythm quickens, moans voicing assent;
Their bodies convulse, as both now are spent.
Their embrace remains, bodies still entwined;
Infused by love; they share the same mind.
Slumber comes quickly, with dreams oh so sweet;
Star-crossed lovers, their tryst now complete.

-Brian Jacobs
 
Moonshield

Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
Collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
Carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
Spill me the wind and its fire
To steal of the colors - I'm the moonshield

Shattered hope became my guide
And grief and pain my friends
A brother pact in a blood-ink penned
Declare my silent end

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
Reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors

I'm the... I'm the... I'm the...
I'm the moonshield

-In Flames
 
SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES
By Siegfried Sassoon, 1917

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
 
I have a thing for the russian classics, and Fjodor Tyutchevs poems always get me, he is so sensitive. The artist Bjørk made this particular one fameous:

love your eyes, my dear
Their splendid sparkling fire
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance
Like lightning flashing in the sky
But there is a charm that is greater still
When my love’s eyes are lowered
When all is fired by passion’s kiss
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
 
A Dream Within a Dream
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
 
let it go – the
e.e. cummings

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear

so comes love
 
May I Go Now?

May I go now?
Do you think the time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain filled days
And endless lonely nights?

I've lived my life and done my best,
An example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond
And set my spirit free?

I didn't want to go at first,
I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now
To a warm and living light.

I want to go I really do.
It's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can
To live just one more day.

To give you time to care for me
And share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid,
Because I see your tears.

I'll not be far, I promise that,
And hope you'll always know
That my spirit will be close to you
Wherever you may go.

Thank you so for loving me.
You know I love you too,
That's why it's hard to say goodbye
And end this life with you.

So hold me now just one more time
And let me hear you say,
Because you care so much for me,
You'll let me go today.

~Susan A. Jackson
 
'All that is gold does not glitter'

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

J.R.R. Tolkien
 
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