I found a poet named Sara Teasdale who is amazing! Here are some of her poems:
The Look
BY SARA TEASDALE
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
This poem shows a way that we all think sometimes. You have those people in your life, or maybe they have left your life by now, but you wish you could have had them. You want all of them, or maybe just a small part of them, but you cannot for some reason or another. I think this also speaks to the feeling you get sometimes that you are meant to be best friends forever with someone, the need to know everything about them and to have all of them.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Unvariables
Pt. I
Our fates are, Kate - intertwined
since yesterday the stars aligned
a brush of skin, so creamy white
against your warmth; I'm yours tonight
Pt. II
and in my dreams
my eyes looked up,
and saw yours
glancing back.
we were alone,
an empty hall.
I couldn't breathe,
I couldn't breathe.
my lips parted
feeling yours,
your muscled body
holds me gently,
I awake alone
in the dark.
I can't sleep,
I can't sleep.
Pt. III
.open mouths
.tongues greeting
.each other in pink
.harmony.
.soft lips and soft lips
.brush and moisten.
.slow-deep-breaths.
.no thoughts
.but the present,
.but the toe-tingling
.skin-sparkling
.smile.
.a flourish of the heart-
INTERRUPTION
.whispers reveal the
next meeting place
when we can be
alone again.
Our fates are, Kate - intertwined
since yesterday the stars aligned
a brush of skin, so creamy white
against your warmth; I'm yours tonight
Pt. II
and in my dreams
my eyes looked up,
and saw yours
glancing back.
we were alone,
an empty hall.
I couldn't breathe,
I couldn't breathe.
my lips parted
feeling yours,
your muscled body
holds me gently,
I awake alone
in the dark.
I can't sleep,
I can't sleep.
Pt. III
.open mouths
.tongues greeting
.each other in pink
.harmony.
.soft lips and soft lips
.brush and moisten.
.slow-deep-breaths.
.no thoughts
.but the present,
.but the toe-tingling
.skin-sparkling
.smile.
.a flourish of the heart-
INTERRUPTION
.whispers reveal the
next meeting place
when we can be
alone again.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
You Are Here
8 times a day
I think about you
that doesn't even
count the time
we spend together.
Observation:
If you shower so
late at night that
when you come out
the automatic lights
have turned off
your shower was too
long and it is
way too late.
I think about you
that doesn't even
count the time
we spend together.
Observation:
If you shower so
late at night that
when you come out
the automatic lights
have turned off
your shower was too
long and it is
way too late.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Time to Think in an Unused Place Part 2
glimmer of silver
floats up the aisle
finally comes to rest
silent, not sleepy,
words reach the ceiling
secrets and dreams confessed.
floats up the aisle
finally comes to rest
silent, not sleepy,
words reach the ceiling
secrets and dreams confessed.
Time to Think in an Unused Place Part 1
Steps in, no footsteps
darkness presses in.
When eyes adjust to
the shadows, there is,
in fact a golden beam.
The night before
the light was on.
Stained glass shone on
the floor; The stars
fought to come in.
Only two shadows
were making noise,
but not often.
The darkness did
not stop them; he
helped the words come
out.
The second night fell
and the shadows kept
up in the corner.
darkness presses in.
When eyes adjust to
the shadows, there is,
in fact a golden beam.
The night before
the light was on.
Stained glass shone on
the floor; The stars
fought to come in.
Only two shadows
were making noise,
but not often.
The darkness did
not stop them; he
helped the words come
out.
The second night fell
and the shadows kept
up in the corner.
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