Your Favorite Poems

gotoseagrl · 05-07-2014, 10:16 PM

Evening Solace

THE human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.

Charlotte Brontë

Talon · 05-08-2014, 03:26 PM

I See, I See The Crescent Moon~Anna Akhmatova

I see, I see the crescent moon
through the willow's thick foliage.
I hear, I hear the regular heartbeat of unshod hooves.

You don't want to sleep either?
In a year you weren't able to forget me,
you're not used to finding your bed empty?

Don't I talk with you
in the sharp cries of falcons?
Don't I look into your eyes
from the matt white pages?

why do you circle round,
my silent house like a thief?
Or do you remember the agreement
and wait for me alive?

I am falling asleep. The moon's blade
cuts through the stilling dark.
Again hoofbeats.
It is my own warm heart
that beats so.

Talon · 05-15-2014, 11:33 AM

Rain~
Diana Der Hovanessian

Rain undoes the stone
unfastens grass.
Nothing is permanently
attached to bone.
Neither epoxy
nor promises last.

But I keep those inflections
you telephoned to wear
with your frown on rainy days.
There is another you
I have invented from your name
and cemented to my bones forever.

let the rain say nothing stays.

vagina · 05-15-2014, 01:26 PM

CORAZÓN CORAZA
by: Mario Benedetti

Porque te tengo y no
porque te pienso
porque la noche está de ojos abiertos
porque la noche pasa y digo amor
porque has venido a recoger tu imagen
y eres mejor que todas tus imágenes
porque eres linda desde el pie hasta el alma
porque eres buena desde el alma a mí
porque te escondes dulce en el orgullo
pequeña y dulce
corazón coraza

porque eres mía
porque no eres mía
porque te miro y muero
y peor que muero
si no te miro amor
si no te miro

porque tú siempre existes dondequiera
pero existes mejor donde te quiero
porque tu boca es sangre
y tienes frío
tengo que amarte amor
tengo que amarte
aunque esta herida duela como dos
aunque te busque y no te encuentre
y aunque
la noche pase y yo te tenga
y no.

vagina · 05-15-2014, 01:33 PM

Dear Billie-by Christine Cassidy

Dear Billie,
I'd offer apologies
for flirting at the party
but I know what you'd say-it's
not all that necessary-

and besides,
I'm enticed, your cool minx eyes
assessing me the way I've
come to enjoy. Why didn't
you, at the end, kiss me? I'd

have given
you skirt, not to flirt. Then
I saw you, whispered in your
nappy hair, smiled a lot, and

had to touch.
Why is it you're the one butch
-my new lover won't say much-
who feeds me information
from the hand, and won't begrudge

my hunger
for knowing somewhat better
whom I've been lusting after
-granted I'm a little late,
a shy date-these last few years?

Fourteen now,
since I've been comfortably out.
Longer, if you count Girl Scouts,
the woman whose flint-lit fires
kindled mine. I stayed closemouthed

about sex,
watched the playground mavericks
pick out sides while I grew breasts,
lip-synched to Janis Joplin,
and fantasized what came next.

That same thrill,
chasing after boyish girls
-rough girls with flaccid pigtails-
who swaggered off fields and courts,
has gotten me in trouble

more than once.
When I wore a cocktail dress
(another time, only lace)
to seduce the dykes in suits
at Seven Sisters dances,

I wish you
had been there with your etudes
of history, tales accrued
not from books. Sea Colony
stories circa '62

my favourite:
at twenty you learned the gait
and gaze that femmes would covet.
You stroked my knee, reminisced.
I thought, does femme etiquette

permit one
bite into your neck, or none?
You laugh at my abstention
and my burn to know just what
you butches want, how and when.

You say I
couldn't take what's on your mind.
What's on mine might terrify
you more. Or is this coax
you expect, or will you try

to please me
when I visit? If you feed
me raisin scones and stories,
I'll reply in kind-naive
but willing, my dear Billie.

vagina · 06-07-2014, 01:05 AM

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Talon · 06-09-2014, 10:18 AM

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

05-07-2014, 10:16 PM	#1
gotoseagrl Senior Member How Do You Identify?: old-fashioned queer stone submissive girl Preferred Pronoun?: mermaid, very lucky babygirl Relationship Status: Saltwater mermaid ♡ Join Date: May 2010 Location: CA Posts: 2,209 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,192 Thanked 6,103 Times in 1,727 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	Evening Solace THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, The memory of the Past may die. But, there are hours of lonely musing, Such as in evening silence come, When, soft as birds their pinions closing, The heart's best feelings gather home. Then in our souls there seems to languish A tender grief that is not woe; And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish, Now cause but some mild tears to flow. And feelings, once as strong as passions, Float softly backa faded dream; Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations, The tale of others' sufferings seem. Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding, How longs it for that time to be, When, through the mist of years receding, Its woes but live in reverie ! And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer, On evening shade and loneliness; And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer, Feel no untold and strange distress Only a deeper impulse given By lonely hour and darkened room, To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven, Seeking a life and world to come. Charlotte Brontë __________________ Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot. D. H. Lawrence

05-08-2014, 03:26 PM	#2
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	I See, I See The Crescent Moon~Anna Akhmatova I see, I see the crescent moon through the willow's thick foliage. I hear, I hear the regular heartbeat of unshod hooves. You don't want to sleep either? In a year you weren't able to forget me, you're not used to finding your bed empty? Don't I talk with you in the sharp cries of falcons? Don't I look into your eyes from the matt white pages? why do you circle round, my silent house like a thief? Or do you remember the agreement and wait for me alive? I am falling asleep. The moon's blade cuts through the stilling dark. Again hoofbeats. It is my own warm heart that beats so.

05-15-2014, 11:33 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	Rain~ Diana Der Hovanessian Rain undoes the stone unfastens grass. Nothing is permanently attached to bone. Neither epoxy nor promises last. But I keep those inflections you telephoned to wear with your frown on rainy days. There is another you I have invented from your name and cemented to my bones forever. let the rain say nothing stays.

05-15-2014, 01:26 PM	#4
vagina Timed Out - Permanent How Do You Identify?: Lesbian Join Date: Apr 2014 Location: Lesboville Posts: 183 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 440 Thanked 446 Times in 111 Posts Rep Power: 0	CORAZÓN CORAZA by: Mario Benedetti Porque te tengo y no porque te pienso porque la noche está de ojos abiertos porque la noche pasa y digo amor porque has venido a recoger tu imagen y eres mejor que todas tus imágenes porque eres linda desde el pie hasta el alma porque eres buena desde el alma a mí porque te escondes dulce en el orgullo pequeña y dulce corazón coraza porque eres mía porque no eres mía porque te miro y muero y peor que muero si no te miro amor si no te miro porque tú siempre existes dondequiera pero existes mejor donde te quiero porque tu boca es sangre y tienes frío tengo que amarte amor tengo que amarte aunque esta herida duela como dos aunque te busque y no te encuentre y aunque la noche pase y yo te tenga y no.

05-15-2014, 01:33 PM	#5
vagina Timed Out - Permanent How Do You Identify?: Lesbian Join Date: Apr 2014 Location: Lesboville Posts: 183 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 440 Thanked 446 Times in 111 Posts Rep Power: 0	Dear Billie-by Christine Cassidy Dear Billie, I'd offer apologies for flirting at the party but I know what you'd say-it's not all that necessary- and besides, I'm enticed, your cool minx eyes assessing me the way I've come to enjoy. Why didn't you, at the end, kiss me? I'd have given you skirt, not to flirt. Then I saw you, whispered in your nappy hair, smiled a lot, and had to touch. Why is it you're the one butch -my new lover won't say much- who feeds me information from the hand, and won't begrudge my hunger for knowing somewhat better whom I've been lusting after -granted I'm a little late, a shy date-these last few years? Fourteen now, since I've been comfortably out. Longer, if you count Girl Scouts, the woman whose flint-lit fires kindled mine. I stayed closemouthed about sex, watched the playground mavericks pick out sides while I grew breasts, lip-synched to Janis Joplin, and fantasized what came next. That same thrill, chasing after boyish girls -rough girls with flaccid pigtails- who swaggered off fields and courts, has gotten me in trouble more than once. When I wore a cocktail dress (another time, only lace) to seduce the dykes in suits at Seven Sisters dances, I wish you had been there with your etudes of history, tales accrued not from books. Sea Colony stories circa '62 my favourite: at twenty you learned the gait and gaze that femmes would covet. You stroked my knee, reminisced. I thought, does femme etiquette permit one bite into your neck, or none? You laugh at my abstention and my burn to know just what you butches want, how and when. You say I couldn't take what's on your mind. What's on mine might terrify you more. Or is this coax you expect, or will you try to please me when I visit? If you feed me raisin scones and stories, I'll reply in kind-naive but willing, my dear Billie.

06-07-2014, 01:05 AM	#6
vagina Timed Out - Permanent How Do You Identify?: Lesbian Join Date: Apr 2014 Location: Lesboville Posts: 183 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 440 Thanked 446 Times in 111 Posts Rep Power: 0	Phenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need for my care. ’Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

06-09-2014, 10:18 AM	#7
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	Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.