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To Be With You by Parsat, literature
Literature
To Be With You
I.
When beauty fills my eyes and sets afire
My world with brilliance I never knew,
I need not ask, I've no need to inquire
Whose hand it was that moved out tried and true.
Though once you counseled me within my mind
And guided me through promises unseen,
Yet now you are the sight for which I pined
In days that cycled green to gold to green.
And now that I have seen I must confess
That though I recognize your radiant form,
There's so much more that I could never guess
Had I not seen, reached out, and felt your warmth.
And so I learn the gift we share is such:
This heart that yearned for years to reach and touch.
II.
This heart that yearned
Shakespearean Sonnet Heroic Crown by MagicalJoey, literature
Literature
Shakespearean Sonnet Heroic Crown
6-2-16
When I’m in doubt as to whether I’m loved,
When shadows are o’er shadowing my soul.
It’s then I cast my eyes up, right above,
I find in you a peace that makes me whole.
When without fortune or when I’m disgraced,
When without favour in the eyes of man,
When I’m in doubt, mind in a petty place;
And now I’m forced to make a change of plan,
It’s then I lift my eyes up to your throne
Realising that I need to trust in you.
And knowing that I’m not act’lly alone
Brings forth from me a joyful, little mew.
For this is how you showed your love for me;
While I still sinned you died to
Rainis Sonnet Crown
17-01-16
1)
How often do I lie and think of you
While tears are falling softly from my eyes?
You turned my very marrow into glue
Right from the day we bid each other ‘bye’.
I’m a paper-plate lion without a mane
And you’re the one beneath my ‘bridge of sighs’.
I once was wild, but since you died I’ve tamed;
And all that I’ve done since you left is cry,
Forever full of tears and asking ‘why’.
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2)
Forever full of tears and asking ‘why
Did you have to leave?’ My baby boy
Who went so long without a name to cry.
I wonder now whether you bring God j
The King's Crown--The Compilation by LaBruyere, literature
Literature
The King's Crown--The Compilation
If you who are the emptiness of space,
And galaxies are all yours to command,
And all there is of love is in your face,
And grace flows down to us out of your hand,
Then we are blessed beyond what we have earned,
And cannot speak the depth of what we feel.
We must content ourselves with chaos spurned
While all the wounds of death within us heal.
You are the God whose love defeated Hell,
And fought for those who spurned you without cause,
And yet beyond the universe you dwell,
And set in motion love and life and laws.
Oh God, forever glorified above,
The object and the author of my love.
If you, who are the emptiness of space
Fill all that i
Aphrodite's Dissertation by ThroneLiesFallow, literature
Literature
Aphrodite's Dissertation
The sound of catamarans upon the foam,
the march of cavalry and weary knights
who lay their bodies down are coming home
to linens drying like a hundred kites;
if not for love, what force are sword and chain
that they may honor empires with their call,
if not for me, they all have died in vain
and made of Troy the laughingstock for all.
Indeed, your chamois shirts and littered socks,
the tender cartilage of tambourines,
unfinished wine, and little jew'llery box,
and dual hemispheres of nectarines
belong to me alone in my design:
the air you breathe, your everything, is mine.
Meditation in the Shade of Pines by timeraider, literature
Literature
Meditation in the Shade of Pines
I.
What deep-set dreams we keep, lest others pry -
As if to say that silence guards them best,
And keeps them most alive - there in my breast,
In silence born, and therein left to lie;
But not unknown, not they - for I had slept
As men and gods alike did haply dream,
And dreaming, knew of all my deepest dreams
Ere I. Thus, any hopes I hereby dress -
Desires bespoke, if not, in truth, confessed -
Shall mark me as a puppet born and bought
To shoulder wishes men themselves forgot,
Not knowing which are more and which are less
My own. A bastion, then, of debts and dues -
As others dreamt, I dream - and dreaming, lose.
II.
As others dreamt, I dre
He loves me not, he says with blushing cheek.
He'd rather die a fiery death than kiss
A girl with zero sex appeal, a geek
(he says it twice for extra emphasis).
So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies.
He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts –
Without the scorn his panicked oath implies.
The dissonance contributes to my doubts.
Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp.
A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhaps
A glimpse of truth at last within my grasp!
I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse.
A victory for me, like striking gold.
For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.
His voice enveloped me, and I became
Myself again--I heard it in the song:
A mordent on a note he held too long;
A stutter in his voice. I heard my name
In these and felt a happiness the same
As when I saw him first. Oh, I had longed
To hear him sing again, but this last song--
It was so beautiful. And it remains
The best of human works, though none shall hear
Its sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tune
Through vast arpeggios and Death's expanse
Except the dead. It will not disappear
'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--
Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
let us recall the best effects of style
when those who listen know how best to hear
and do not injure those who hold most dear
the hidden blessings of the final mile
rather they wish the urgent to beguile
expecting that the best might engineer
sounds that will please the most discerning ear
and lead once drooping eyes to shine and smile
the age of wonder has no fixed return
but comes upon us as we seem to find
not a changed world but a remarked abode
the home that we have loved for which we yearn
that seemed so hidden for time out of mind
appear before us as we climb the road