He stepped back and threw his arms out.
"I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you."
He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky:
"Rose is in red
But never in blue
Sharp as a thorn
Fights like one too.
Tags: poem
The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
Tags: poem
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.
Tags: poem
His brow is seamed with line and scar;
His cheek is red and dark as wine;
The fires as of a Northern star
Beneath his cap of sable shine.
His right hand, bared of leathern glove,
Hangs open like an iron gin,
You stoop to see his pulses move,
To hear the blood sweep out and in.
He looks some king, so solitary
In earnest thought he seems to stand,
As if across a lonely sea
He gazed impatient of the land.
Out of the noisy centuries
The foolish and the fearful fade;
Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes,
Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.
I will never hurt you.
I will always help you.
If you are hungry
Ill give you my food.
If you are frightened
I am your friend.
I love you now.
And love does not end.
تنها
من از کودکی چنان نبوده ام که دیگران،
چنان ندیده ام که دیگران؛
از بهاری همگانی نمی توانستم به هیجان درآیم
چنانکه آن بهار مرا اندوهگین نیز نمی کرد و
نمی توانستم قلبم را برای لذت بردن از آهنگ آن بیدار کنم.
آنگاه در کودکی ام – در سپیده دم طوفانی ترین زندگی-
که با همه ی خوشی ها و ناخوشی ها آمیخته شده بود،
معمایی مرا به خود گرفتار کرد که هنوز هم نتوانسته ام خود را از چنبره اش رها کنم؛
از رود سیل آسا یا چشمه
از سنگ سرخ کوه
از آفتابی که در پاییز طلایی دور من می گردید
از آذرخش آسمانی که پروار کنان از من عبور می کرد
از طوفان و از کولاک
و ابری که شکل یک شیطان را در نظرگاه من به خود گرفت (درحالیکه باقی جهنم به رنگ آبی بود)
Tags: poem
I.
Don't trace out your profile--
forget your side view--
all that is outer stuff.
II.
Look for your other half
who walks always next to you
and tends to be who you aren't.
Tags: poem
Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before,
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.
Tags: fear death fantasy poem horror scary
She asks why I like her.
Might as well ask
Why I breathe.
Maybe tomorrow I won't
Breathe or like her
Anymore.
Maybe tomorrow the tides
Will stop.
Maybe tomorrow will bring
No more rainbows.
Maybe tomorrow
She will stop
Asking useless questions.
Tags: poem
اي دوست ،اي برادر، اي همخون
وقتي به ماه رسيدي
تاريخ قتل عام گل ها را بنويس.
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