Poetry lover

topic posted Sat, July 18, 2009 - 8:59 AM by  The sage nymph
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I just gonna post my favor8 poetries..

Dear men , hope you find this interesting to read.....besides, you guys can learn smth..:)

" The only bad quality a woman has is that she doesn't know her true value ." Men should be kind and remind them from time to time...


Don't love her

Godfray May

Don't love her
Don't love her 'cos she's beautiful or isn't very fat,
don't love her 'cos she's nice to me, it isn't 'cos of that

Don't love her because she smiles a lot, or cuddles close in bed, don't love her 'cos she isn't hard, she's soft and warm instead.

I love her 'cos for however brief she's made me feel again, and I love her 'cos she found my heart and took away the pain.

Yes...I love her because she made me real and now I really know, I can reassess my life from now, and really start to grow.
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The sage nymph
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  • Re: Poetry lover

    Sat, July 18, 2009 - 7:08 PM
    true
    • Re: Poetry lover

      Sat, July 18, 2009 - 11:58 PM
      OK....thanks Glen...

      The next poetry i wanna post is a little similar with the first one..hope u like it..


      A WOMAN'S QUESTION

      Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
      Ever made by the hand above?
      A woman's heart, and a woman's life--
      And a woman's wonderful love.

      Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
      As a child might ask for a toy?
      Demanding what others have died to win
      With the reckless dash of a boy.

      You have written my lesson of duty out,
      Manlike, you have questioned me.
      Now stand at the bars of my woman's soul
      Until I shall question thee.

      You require your mutton shall always be hot,
      Your socks and your shirt be whole;
      I require your heart be as true as God's stars
      And as pure as His heaven your soul.

      You require a cook for your mutton and beef,
      I require a far greater thing;
      A seamstress you're wanting for socks and shirts---
      I look for a man and a king.

      A king for the beautiful realm called Home,
      And a man that his Maker, God,
      Shall look upon as he did on the first
      And say: "It is very good."

      I am fair and young, but the rose may fade
      From this soft young cheeck one day;
      Will you love me then, 'mid the falling leaves
      As you did 'mong the blossoms of May?

      Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,
      I may launch my all on its tide?
      A loving woman finds heaven or hell
      On the day she is made a bride.

      I require all things that are grand and true,
      All things that a man should be;
      If you give this all, I would stake my life
      To be all you demand of me.

      If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook
      You can hire and little to pay;
      But a woman's heart and a woman's life
      Are not to be won that way.


      Lena Lathrop
      • Re: Poetry lover

        Wed, July 29, 2009 - 11:06 AM
        i said you made me feel
        the rest is her-story too.

        The Scientist:
        "He also knows there is no need to duplicate what already exists."

        The Artist:
        "She is neither intent on matching the unique nor able to do so."

        Rudolf Arnheim


        thepeacefulpub.yuku.com/forums/9

        a place where a 'few' poetry lovers make poems.
        • Re: Poetry lover

          Tue, August 25, 2009 - 1:08 AM
          LOVE IS ENOUGH

          Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
          And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
          Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
          The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
          Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
          And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
          Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
          The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
          These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.


          William Morris (1834-96)
          • Re: Poetry lover

            Thu, August 27, 2009 - 12:41 PM
            What is in the eyes of the Beloved,
            the hearts with strings attached
            that cannot be broken,
            or seared into with vision blind;
            sweet justice found waiting
            in halls remembered.

            A power greater than
            one and one,
            two together shining
            in the sun;
            bright eyes plainly see
            every color, every shade.


            glen wells (1950~)

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