Your fav poem

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  1. Hijetala

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    so, let's here post stuff that when you read makes that nice little shiver throughout your body, doesn't have to be actual poem, a phrase or quotation, just anything that makes you feel that way. ill start by my favorite poems of all, original is in Serbian so I tried my best to translate it, forgive me for any grammar or spelling errors ^^

    the immortal poem
    If you hear: I died
    and I was dear to your heart
    Maybe something inside you will also suddenly turn gray…
    Have you ever at all thought about the true meaning of life?
    Like snow on your palm, childhood melting away in you.
    Worries…. Are there any worries? Sorrows… Are there any sorrows?
    On the ladder of imagination boldly climb up to your youth.
    That beautiful but enticing rainbow is waiting for you over there.
    And live your life.
    Live it to the very last drop. Don’t nibble days like a mouse.
    Chew the air with all your teeth.
    Run faster than the winds and the birds. Overtake them all.
    Because, every eternity is short.
    Smiling faces, in some mirrors, all of a sudden become wrinkled.
    Unexpected: at some corner, a tear ambushes you.
    Troubles come tiptoeing. Years turn grayer.
    All of a sudden, the world, while you’re walking
    becomes more and more narrow
    And your laughter quieter and quieter and somehow distorted
    Therefore, live, but fully!

    Really, have you sometimes thought about what does it mean to die?
    And where in fact does a man disappear?
    What is it that takes him away forever?
    Don’t go to cemeteries.
    You won’t understand a thing.
    Cemeteries are the darkest fair and an ugly theater.
    You are not meant for such theaters, with no hope and fire,
    the theaters of dried up tears, where graveyard rules reign,
    where there are no quarrels and songs, and no applause.
    And the end is known in advance.
    When playing riots and your formlessness,
    don’t you ever wish to secretly reach new dimensions of sense
    in neighboring futures?
    I’ll explain it to you one day. If you find me there.
    You know what I’ll do: I’ll brake your toy,
    the one called pain,
    if you get up the courage.
    I’m not lying to you – I invent
    things that have to exist,
    but you haven’t discovered them yet, because you haven’t even looked for them.
    Remember: reality is more real if you add unreal to it.
    You will know me by silence. The eternal ones don’t talk.
    To outwit the wisdom, learn how to listen.
    Great answers show themselves to you
    After countless births and some petty deaths,
    when you realize one day that all that breathing doesn’t make a life,
    Really, come to me,
    to touch you with light and turn you into thought.
    Even the farthest future has its future that carries inside the voice of its future
    And there are no empty worlds.
    The thing that we are not aware of is not nonexistence
    but existence without us.
    If you hear: I died
    here’s what it will really mean:
    Thousands of colorful fish will be fluttering through my eye.
    And the ground will hide me. And the grass will hide me.
    And, in the meanwhile,
    I’ll be flying high… High
    Remember: there are no limits, but only temporary limits.
    I’ll be sailing above you at downs. Downwind, slippery like silk.
    I’ll be showing you horizons, outlines of rising era
    and future sights with beauty of invisible wings.
    I’ll be resting from unimportant, like galactic flocks,
    that have grown together by pulsation ongoing in their souls.
    I’ll be resting from unimportant, like deep forests,
    that have grown together by branches into dense embraces.
    I’ll be resting from unimportant like big birds,
    that have grown together by wings and weaved a net in the entire sky.
    I’ll be resting from unimportant like great loves,
    that had grown together by lips, even before they met.
    Do you really think that my hand, knee, or head,
    could, tomorrow, turn into clay,
    willow’s root
    and grass?
    Do you really think that a small secret, or a silly fear,
    could, tomorrow, turn into silence,
    and dust?
    You know I come from somewhere from the stars.
    I’m all made out of light.
    Nothing in me will
    extinguish or shorten
    I will only, as simple as that, at one random dawn,
    return to my distant Sun, with gold in my eyes.
    Because, I was meant for theaters
    with plenty of heart and zeal, theaters of laughter and tears,
    where there is no order, where there is quarreling,
    and singing, and screaming, and applause.
    And the end is not known in advance.
    Being punished for my every thought, let alone my every deed,
    I’m suspected of tenderness
    And found guilty for not extinguishing love with hatred
    but with new, bigger love
    and I don’t extinguish life with death,
    but with something differently alive.
    The last borders of infinity are just the beginning of more endless.
    He who lasts longer than more lasting knows not for short term knowledge.
    Never torture yourself with the question: how to survive,
    But: how not to die after the final death.
    If you hear: I died
    Don’t worry. In every century somebody mistakes me for
    the tired and old.
    There’s nowhere as many people as in one man.
    There is nowhere as many differences as in the same things.
    If you scratch through the spaces, you’ll dig me out of the wind.
    I’m in the water, in the stones, in every dusk and dawn.
    Being humanly versatile doesn’t mean being dehumanized
    I am dividable by all sorts of things, but not indestructible.
    And all those miraculous states and renewal of myself
    are nothing but a maelstrom
    Do you know what are prophecies?
    Molds of past occurrences and their breathlessness that chases itself around.
    So why say goodbye? What are we sorry for?
    I have lived a magnificent life
    because I really knew how to do it
    If you hear: I died,
    - don’t believe it.
    Because it’s something I don’t know how to do.
    Love is the only air I’ve ever breathed
    and laughter the only language in the world that I understood
    I have just dropped by on this earth, to give you a wink.
    To leave something behind
    like a fluttering trace.
    Therefore, don’t be sad.
    The only thing I care for is
    to remain silly in your eyes and strangely dear to your heart.
    At night, when you look up to the sky,
    you give me a wink too
    let it be a secret.
    In spite of gray days,
    when you see a comet turning the horizon red,
    remember: its me
    still silly flying and living.
  2. D_BenJo_Ahanakokolele

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    "My goal in life is to become the person my dog already thinks I am." -Unknown

    “Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?”
    -Chuck Palahniuk

    "Some people are so poor, all they have is money." — Unknown

    "You need power, only when you want to do something harmful, otherwise Love is enough to get everything done." - Charlie Chaplin

    "A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself." - Josh Billings.

    “What greater gift than the love of a cat.”
    ― Charles Dickens

    "The proverb warns that "You should not bite the hand that feeds you." but maybe you should, if it prevents you from feeding yourself." -Thomas S. Szasz

    "You can't make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it's no longer a mistake, it's a choice."

    "Where would you put a ladder so you could climb to the moon? Well, that's a really conceptual question, so I'd say against a wall of silence."

    "There is one pain I often feel which you will never know because it is caused by the absence of you."

    Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. Anais Nin

    i should be shot for knowing most of these out of memory.
  3. Hijetala

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    love this

    [FONT=&quot]Conquer the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength[/FONT]

    A man conquered by anger is in a mass of darkness.
    He takes pleasure in bad deeds as if they were good,
    but later, when his anger is gone,
    he suffers as if burned with fire.
    He is spoiled, blotted out,
    like fire enveloped in smoke.

    sometimes the darkness is all you can count on, especially when you allow the world to destroy your light darkness shall make you a survivor but it should be used only then, when there's no other option.
  4. Dorian_Gray

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    For him I sing,
    I raise the present on the past,
    (As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
    With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
    To make himself by them the law unto himself.

    -Walt Whitman "For Him I Sing"
  5. Hijetala

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    and ofc the famous Tuomas of nightwish ...

    I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
    With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
    Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
    I do, but walk by.

    An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
    It's half-light and he's in tears.
    When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

    I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
    All pride has left his wild eyes.
    I wish I had my leg to spare.

    A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
    She's never loved him more.

    An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
    All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
    Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
    She's going to dinner alone.
    That makes her even more beautiful.

    I see a model's face on a brick wall.
    A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
    A city that worships flesh.
    The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
    Man telling his story
    It was you, the grass under my bare feet
    The campfire in the dead of night
    The heavenly black of sky and sea

    It was us
    Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
    Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
    Bathing in places no-one's seen before
    Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
    Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe

    Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
    In early air of the dawn of life
    A sight to silence the heavens

    I want to travel where life travels,
    Following it's permanent lead
    Where the air tastes like snow music
    Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
    I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
    I would bathe in a world of sensation
    Love, goodness and simplicity
    (While violated and imprisoned by technology)

    The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
    I used to experience true love
    That love remains infintie,
    As I'll never be the man my father is

    How can you "just be yourself"
    When you don't know who you are?
    Stop saying "I know how you feel"
    How could anyone know how another feels?

    Who am I to judge a priest, beggar,
    Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
    I am, you are, all of them already

    Dear child, stop working, go play
    Forget every rule
    There's no fear in a dream

    "Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
    - a child asked me
    "What's the colour of our lullaby?"

    I've never been so close to truth as then
    I touched it's silver lining

    Death is the winner in any war
    Nothing noble in dying for your religion
    For your country
    For ideology, for faith
    For another man, yes

    Paper is dead without words
    Ink idle without a poem
    All the world dead without stories
    Without love and disarming beauty

    Careless realism costs souls

    Ever seen the Lord smile?
    All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
    Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
    Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
    All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

    I see all those empty cradles and wonder
    If man will never change

    I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all i am
    Is smoke and mirrors
    Still given everything, may i be deserving
    And there forever remains the change from G to E minor
  6. gaygent

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    Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence.
    As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
    Speak the truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant - they too have their story.
    Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
    If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter: for there will always be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
    Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
    Keep interested in your career, however humble - it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
    Exercise caution in your business affairs - for the world is full of trickery: but let this not blind you to what virtue there is - many persons strive for high ideals - and everywhere life is full of heroism.
    Be yourself - especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love - for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
    Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
    Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune - but do not distress yourself with imaginings.
    Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
    Beyond a wholesome discipline be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe. No less than the trees and the stars - you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
    Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labours and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
    With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams it is still a beautiful world.
    Be careful. Strive to be happy
  7. IntoxicatingToxin

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    This is one of my favorite poems, part of which is in my signature:
    This is one of those pieces of written work that I first read years ago, and it still continues to empower me and give me goosebumps:

    This last thing is something else I read when I was probably 14 or 15 years old. It hit me hard then, and continues to do so:

    No matter how many times I delete the extra set of quotes in the third poem, it insists on putting them in there anyway... sorry, it wasn't intended to be segmented, it just refuses to fix itself.
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  8. Hijetala

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    love it! keep posting ppl :D

    Help the poor forsaken tree, he looks a lot like me. Waiting for the night that light will strike and burn his spirit free.

    Where the calm fields of snow become one with the sky I am there, I am waiting, as time passes by. I set up the weather to suit how you feel, drop rain down with wishes, build grace out of steel.
  9. D_BenJo_Ahanakokolele

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    This next poem I wrote in 12th grade.

    Dedicated To Life

    Life is vibrant and full of experiences
    Good and bad but always memorable.
    Whether one is young or old, it has its graces.
    A quest where desires are insatiable.

    It goes on littered with fickle fortune
    where each fall holds a lesson to be learned.
    Love is found and lost in search for that one,
    or forgotten as one works for something to be earned.

    Time is fleeting and so each moment counts,
    as each impulse is rewarded or grieved,
    Culminating to a final amount.
    These mortals have so much to achieve.
    So it is with honor and envy,
    I shepherd their life to its ultimate lie.


    please don't copy or steal.
  10. rbkwp

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    Ode, a little more so than a Poem
    written for a dear friend who felt the need to lead a Monastic Life
    wont post here as respect him far too much
    Personal between him and I ..
  11. rbkwp

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    [FONT=&quot]May the road rise up to meet[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]May the wind always be at[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]your back.[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]May the sun shine warm upon [/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]your face, [/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]and the rains fall soft upon your[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]And until we meet again,[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]May God hold you in the palm[/FONT]
    [FONT=&quot]of His hand. [/FONT]
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  13. Hijetala

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    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there; I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
    I am the sun on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning's hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there; I did not die.
  14. FSUnole2k9

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    I love anything by Edgar Allan Poe. Although most if not all of his poems and short stories are on the dark side I still love his poems the most of anyone.

    The Haunted Palace: Poems of Edgar Allan Poe by Edgar Allan Poe: Chapter 35 - The Literature Page

    IN the greenest of our valleys
    By good angels tenanted,
    Once a fair and stately palace --
    Radiant palace -- reared its head.
    In the monarch Thought's dominion --
    It stood there!
    Never seraph spread a pinion
    Over fabric half so fair.

    Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
    On its roof did float and flow,
    (This -- all this -- was in the olden
    Time long ago,)
    And every gentle air that dallied,
    In that sweet day,
    Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
    A winged odour went away.

    Wanderers in that happy valley,
    Through two luminous windows, saw
    Spirits moving musically,
    To a lute's well-tuned law,
    Round about a throne where, sitting
    In state his glory well befitting,
    The ruler of the realm was seen.

    And all with pearl and ruby glowing
    Was the fair palace door,
    Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
    And sparkling evermore,
    A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
    Was but to sing,
    In voices of surpassing beauty,
    The wit and wisdom of their king.

    But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
    Assailed the monarch's high estate.
    (Ah, let us mourn! -- for never sorrow
    Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
    And round about his home the glory
    That blushed and bloomed,
    Is but a dim-remembered story
    Of the old time entombed.

    And travellers, now, within that valley,
    Through the red-litten windows see
    Vast forms, that move fantastically
    To a discordant melody,
    While, lie a ghastly rapid river,
    Through the pale door
    A hideous throng rush out forever
    And laugh -- but smile no more.
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  17. Hijetala

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    You could think that darkness
    is so scary strong,
    powerful and dreadful,

    And you would be wrong.

    Fortunately, it is
    not at all this way,
    You just light a candle
    and it runs away.
  18. Dorian_Gray

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    and i'm going down
    where the waves will surround
    to the roar and the pound
    of the wild, wild sea
    talking sweet to me

    -A.A. Bondy
  19. D_BenJo_Ahanakokolele

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    "It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others."

    &#8220;I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.&#8221;
    &#8213; Jean Cocteau

    &#8220;The way to get on with a cat is to treat it as an equal - or even better, as the superior it knows itself to be.&#8221;
    &#8213; Elizabeth Peters,

    &#8220;Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God.&#8221;
    &#8213; Anonymous

    If the world were reborn in your image, would it be paradise, or perdition?"
    &#8213;Sofia Lamb

    "What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?' A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?' A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... ' -Andrew Ryan

    "I became a criminal because I refused to become a victim." -Tommy Angelo 1935
  20. Dorian_Gray

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    I like you. We could get along famously.

    Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring, like oxygen turning into gold. I've longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation until, finally, your mother loves a man, Edward Blake, the Comedian, a man she has every reason to hate, and out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it's you - only you - that emerged. To distill so specific a form, from all that chaos. It's like turning air into gold. A miracle.

    -Dr. Manhattan