Your Favorite Poems

C0LLETTE · 08-04-2015, 02:52 PM

I like Rumi set to music cause I'm a hopeless sensualist.

Tierney · 08-08-2015, 11:20 AM

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

- Maya Angelou

Talon · 08-19-2015, 09:37 AM

The Plaid Dress~

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Strong sun, that bleach
The curtains of my room, can you not render
Colourless this dress I wear?
This violent plaid
Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe
Of thin but valid treacheries, the flashy green of kind deeds done
Through indolence, high judgements given in haste;
The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?

No more uncoloured than unmade,
I fear, can be this garment that I may not doff;
Confession does not strip it off,
To send me homeward eased and bare;

All through the formal, unoffending evening, under the clean
Bright hair,
Lining the subtle gown...It is not seen,
But it is there.

08-04-2015, 02:52 PM	#1
C0LLETTE Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: Depends on the day. Preferred Pronoun?: "I" and "we" Relationship Status: Very good. Thank you for asking. Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: Canada Posts: 11,501 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,676 Thanked 15,174 Times in 4,340 Posts Rep Power: 21474860	I like Rumi set to music cause I'm a hopeless sensualist.

08-08-2015, 11:20 AM	#2
Tierney Timed Out - Identity Issues How Do You Identify?: Mr. Wayne Preferred Pronoun?: Hey, Mister Wayne Join Date: Mar 2015 Location: In the Ether Posts: 1,328 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,057 Thanked 4,892 Times in 1,162 Posts Rep Power: 0	Alone Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. - Maya Angelou

08-19-2015, 09:37 AM	#3
Talon Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Divine Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: . Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: . Posts: 4,921 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,246 Thanked 10,223 Times in 3,305 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	The Plaid Dress~ Edna St. Vincent Millay Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear? This violent plaid Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe Of thin but valid treacheries, the flashy green of kind deeds done Through indolence, high judgements given in haste; The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste? No more uncoloured than unmade, I fear, can be this garment that I may not doff; Confession does not strip it off, To send me homeward eased and bare; All through the formal, unoffending evening, under the clean Bright hair, Lining the subtle gown...It is not seen, But it is there.