December forever » Poetry

Love ’s Secret

decemberforever — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 17:37:50 +0000

by William Blacke

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

Heart , we will forget him

decemberforever — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 20:22:01 +0000

by Emily Dickinson

Heart , we will forget him,
You and I , tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done pray tell me,
Then I , my thoughts, will dim.
Haste ! ‘lest while you ‘re lagging
I may remember him!

كلمات ..قرأتها..وأحببتها

decemberforever — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 21:00:23 +0000

if loving is to suffer
I will take any suffering
until it reaches your heart someday
you are the light , I am the shadow
our bond that can never be apart
as I suffer and suffer more..
my love grows deeper
the more I love you..
the more blind I become to you

I am empty wiyh you-chris spheeris

decemberforever — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:35:25 +0000

i am empty with you, empty without you
i cannot find you, yet there is nowhere where you are not

i am full without you, full with you
yet you are nowhere to be found

you have dissolved the boundaries of inside and out
you have emptied all that is full
and fill all that is empty

i go nowhere without you
yet cannot take you anywhere
you are already there
and I am already everywhere
and nowhere

with you, without you
has become my awareness of you
has become my forgetting of you
–End

my final confession

decemberforever — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 16:39:40 +0000

forgive me, father
for i have forgotten
that i am utterly incapable of sin or error
that i am perfect
just the way that i am
and all that is, simply is
and there is no other option to that which is

forgive me for forgetting
that everyone outside of myself is perfect
just the way they are
and that there really is no one outside of myself
that we are all united in the spiritual world
and all interdependent in the physical world
and that there is no difference
between the spiritual and the physical worlds
as spirit dwells in all things

forgive me for not forgiving myself
and everyone else in the past
forgive me for not being grateful
for the gift of every moment

this will be my final confession
because now that i see
that we are one and the same
there is no longer anyone to confess to –End

by chris spheeris

Christina Rossetti;Song

decemberforever — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 12:25:06 +0000

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget

poetry by chris spheeris

decemberforever — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 19:18:02 +0000

skin

The softness of your skin dissolves me

In the tenderness of your touch, I disappear

And the frontier of our separation opens and melts

As identical light falling on two countries

My skin opens to you and you enter what was once me

Just as we have shared the air, our breath,

We now share this space between our atoms

This hybrid being is the source all all life

This shared essence is the beginning and the end of all things

The end of our skin is the beginning of our love

chris spheeris عازف أصلو يوناني وبيكتب شعر هي وحدة من قصائده

william shakespeare sonnet 18

decemberforever — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 17:14:51 +0000

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate :
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

–William Shakespeare