Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

'L'Amitié est l'Amour sans ailes.'
FRIENDSHIP, as some sage poet sings,
Is chasten'd Love, depriv'd of wings,
Without all wish or power to wander;
Less volatile, but not less tender:
Yet says the proverbs­'Sly and slow
'Love creeps, even where he cannot go;'
To clip his pinions then is vain,
His old propensities remain;

And she, who years beyond fifteen,
Has counted twenty, may have seen
How rarely unplum'd Love will stay;
He flies not­but he coolly walks away.
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Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.

Come to me when tears have dwindled
Into drops of dew,
When the sighs like sobs re-kindled
Are but deep and few.


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Eat my eyes and eat my brain
‎Devour my soul for I am gone
‎This numbness I am feeling, when will it be gone? I ask myself while staring, I have no answer; none.

‎I feel like floating, in the darkness there
‎I stay in reverie as it eats me there
‎I have not noticed but then I see, I am alone in this darkness and there I bleed
‎And then I plead for bliss once more
‎But I am alone so I shroud myself with me
‎

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Life of my life, you seem to me
Like some pallid olive tree
Or the faded rose I see:
Nor do you lack beauty,
But pleasing in every way to me,
In shyness or in flattery,
Whether you follow me or flee,
Consume, destroy me softly.
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We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,

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Life comes at you harsh and hard,
And just when you think eternity will grow gentler,
Time takes the best of you.

B,

Time is no friend,
And the world has turned every heartbeat into a taboo.
Will heaven ever judge one for caring too deeply?
For loving too much?

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Dear Mom, send my dad across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your dad's too old; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my brother across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your brother's too young; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my uncle across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your uncle's too dandy; the rainy season has come.
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They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine,
they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere,
they take each last tear I have, I live without tears,
they take my heart and rip it open, I live without heart,
they take my life and crush it, so I live without a future,
they say I am beastly and fiendish, so I have no friends,
they stop up each hope, so I have no passage out of hell,

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Maham is my little flower
He is the embodiment of divine elegance. Thin, delicate, innocent, like a doll
His face is light
Her eyes are rolling black pearls
His gaze melts me.
He smiles
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