Love
oleh Jeremy Gould
Love
Sweet love
anda found me
Replaced misery with joy
Erased pain flying away forever
Never returning to my body
No lebih deadly sins
Gone for good
Thank you
Love
Love
Jealous love
I feel empty
Her eyes looking away
She's finding some other heart
She thinks it's lebih valuable
I wasn't good enough
She left me
But why
Love?
Love
Greedy love
anda left me
Alone in the rain
To comfort someone else's fear
anda took everything with you
Brought back the pain
Now I cry
Fuck you
cinta
oleh Jeremy Gould
Love
Sweet love
anda found me
Replaced misery with joy
Erased pain flying away forever
Never returning to my body
No lebih deadly sins
Gone for good
Thank you
Love
Love
Jealous love
I feel empty
Her eyes looking away
She's finding some other heart
She thinks it's lebih valuable
I wasn't good enough
She left me
But why
Love?
Love
Greedy love
anda left me
Alone in the rain
To comfort someone else's fear
anda took everything with you
Brought back the pain
Now I cry
Fuck you
cinta
Take this ciuman upon the brow !
And, in parting from anda now,
Thus much let me avow
anda are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, atau in a day,
In a vision, atau in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see atau seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see atau seem
But a dream within a dream ?
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the pantai with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow atau defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I berkata to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, anda would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed anda most, anda have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when anda have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope anda guys liked this poem oleh Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope anda guys liked this poem oleh Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
From childhood's jam I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same sumber I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My jantung to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, atau the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the awan that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose berkata to the Grave.
The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
lebih strangely than the dew,
To God's own malaikat new,"
The Grave berkata to the Rose.
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LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE
La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"
La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"