Unfurl your muscles. Slip off your skin. Drop your guts in a heap on the floor.”
I felt my airway constrict. Damn, this was profound. I continued. “Nuzzle inside the hollow of my bones. Let our breaths mingle as one. Turn liquid for me. Only for me. Bury your essence inside of my soul.
Mots clés poem new-adult-romance
Thoughts are powerful
So be careful
Mots clés poem deep-thoughts thoughts-on-life
These aren't still shots; the camera is always moving. And the scene is always just slipping out of sight, as if in spite of myself I were always descending a hill, rounding a corner, stepping into the street with a companion who urges me on, while I look back over my shoulder at the sight which recedes, vanishes. The present of my consciousness is itself a mystery which is also always just rounding a bend like a floating branch borne by a flood. Where am I? But I'm not. "I will overturn, overturn, overturn, it: and it shall be no more. . . .
Annie DillardMots clés fear poetry nature god religion wonder poem bible awe old-testament wistfulness fear-of-god good-news pg-95 ezekial-21-27
We don't know how to say goodbye,
We wander on, shoulder to shoulder
Already the sun is going down
You're moody, and I am your shadow.
Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead
Why are we so different from the rest?
Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch.
That stick in your hand is tracing
Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.
Mots clés poetry poem russian-poetry
Wherever you go in the next
catastrophé
Be it sickroom, or prison,
or cemet’ry
Do not fear that your stay will be
solit’ry
Countless souls share your fate,
you’ll have company!
Mots clés fear optimism friends freedom solitude fate death loneliness prison poem isolation togetherness illness sickness luck trouble roman farewell catastrophes cemetery rhyme optimist camaraderie optimistic roman-payne bad-luck 21st-century wanderess loneliness-quotes rhyming aesthete-press basement-trains french-american ill-fate moderoom stanza
You take my breath away
From mile away
Hair, twice as nice
Smile is your make up, angelic face
You light up the entire place
Captured my attention
Can't help but stare at your perfection
so charming,
You will set the red carpet on fire
With that amazing attire
Best dress among the rest
Pretty girls are envy in your beauty
And one of a kind personality
LESLIE CHEUNG JUMPS OFF MY BUILDING
CLOSES HIS EYES AND THEN SINGS A SONG
WE BOTH KNOW AND LOVE
//
LESLIE CHEUNG SE TIRA DESDE MI EDIFICIO
CIERRA SUS OJOS Y LUEGO CANTA UNA CANCIÓN
QUE LOS DOS CONOCEMOS Y QUE NOS ENCANTA
This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors
Many a frozen night, and merrily
Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:
"At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he,
"I slept." None knew which bush. Above the town,
Beyond `The Drover', a hundred spot the down
In Wiltshire. And where now at last he sleeps
More sound in France -that, too, he secret keeps.
Mots clés poetry war loss death poem a-private
we
sat there
smoking
cigarettes
at
5
in the morning.
Mots clés poem smoking we charles-bukowski 5-in-the-morning we-sat-there
Once upon a time
I fell in love
Lost myself
And find another one.
Mots clés love poetry poem relationship loosing arzum-uzun-quotes arzum-uzun-sözleri arzum-uzun
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