"Unrequited Love" : poetry, quotes, thoughts, etc.

[Em]

Mad Girl's Love Song

by Sylvia Plath

 

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

 

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan's men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

 

I fancied you'd return the way you said,

But I grow old and I forget your name.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

[Em]

Woman

by Nikki Giovanni

 

 

she wanted to be a blade

of grass amid the fields

but he wouldn't agree

to be the dandelion

 

she wanted to be a robin singing

through the leaves

but he refused to be

her tree

 

she spun herself into a web

and looking for a place to rest

turned to him

but he stood straight

declining to be her corner

 

she tried to be a book

but he wouldn't read

 

she turned herself into a bulb

but he wouldn't let her grow

 

she decided to become

a woman

and though he still refused

to be a man

she decided it was all

right

[Em]

I Am Not Yours

by Sara Teasdale

 

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

 

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

 

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind

[Em]

Are You the New person, drawn toward Me?

by Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

 

 

ARE you the new person drawn toward me?

To begin with, take warning—I am surely far different from what you suppose;

Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?

Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?

Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction? 5

Do you think I am trusty and faithful?

Do you see no further than this façade—this smooth and tolerant manner of me?

Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?

Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?

[Em]

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

 

 

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same, 10

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference. 20

 

[MosJan]

indz prozak k@jareq ?? yes arden 100% prozaki apranq em

[Eva]

es le chem karox senz txur baner kardam,, please joxovurd karox enk urax baner grel please...

[Em]

I Measure Every Grief

by Emily Dickinson

 

 

I measure every grief I meet

With analytic eyes;

I wonder if it weighs like mine,

Or has an easier size.

 

I wonder if they bore it long,

Or did it just begin?

I could not tell the date of mine,

It feels so old a pain.

 

I wonder if it hurts to live,

And if they have to try,

And whether, could they choose between,

They would not rather die.

 

I wonder if when years have piled--

Some thousands--on the cause

Of early hurt, if such a lapse

Could give them any pause;

 

Or would they go on aching still

Through centuries above,

Enlightened to a larger pain

By contrast with the love.

 

The grieved are many, I am told;

The reason deeper lies,--

Death is but one and comes but once

And only nails the eyes.

 

There's grief of want, and grief of cold,--

A sort they call 'despair,'

There's banishment from native eyes,

In sight of native air.

 

And though I may not guess the kind

Correctly yet to me

A piercing comfort it affords

In passing Calvary,

 

To note the fashions of the cross

Of those that stand alone

Still fascinated to presume

That some are like my own.

[Em]

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

by Pablo Neruda (my Neruda )

 

DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

 

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

 

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

 

because in that moment you'll have gone so far

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

 

[Anonymouse]

Sounds like someone is in a love-nostalgic mood.

 

Better prepare some tea, it's gonna be a looong night.

[Em]

Love

by Neruda

 

What's wrong with you, with us,

what's happening to us?

Ah our love is a harsh cord

that binds us wounding us

and if we want

to leave our wound,

to separate,

it makes a new knot for us and condemns us

to drain our blood and burn together.

 

What's wrong with you? I look at you

and I find nothing in you but two eyes

like all eyes, a mouth

lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,

a body just like those that have slipped

beneath my body without leaving any memory.

 

And how empty you went through the world

like a wheat-colored jar

without air, without sound, without substance!

I vainly sought in you

depth for my arms

that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:

beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,

nothing,

beneath your double breast scarcely

raised

a current of crystalline order

that does not know why it flows singing.

Why, why, why,

my love, why?

[Em]

Sonnet XVII (I do not love you...)

by P. Neruda

 

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

 

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

 

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Edited March 20, 2008 by Em124

[Em]

If You Forget Me

by P. Neruda

 

I want you to know one thing.

 

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

 

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

 

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

 

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

 

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine

[Anonymouse]

Cheesy sappy love poems are so boring to me though. I never understood them. I'm so boring and dry perhaps.

[Em]

After A While

by Veronica A. Shoffstall

 

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn

that love doesn't mean leaning

and company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren't contracts

and presents aren't promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow's ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone

to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

you really are strong

you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodbye, you learn..

[Em]

Cheesy sappy love poems are so boring to me though. I never understood them. I'm so boring and dry perhaps.

 

 

You are quite welcome to browse other threads and leave us be! You don't have to understand. It has nothing to do with "you".

Thanks in advance for the retreat.

[Em]

indz prozak k@jareq ?? yes arden 100% prozaki apranq em

 

 

MosJan, yes "fresh air" karajarkey yev voch te "Prozac". Say NO to drugs!

[Em]

es le chem karox senz txur baner kardam,, please joxovurd karox enk urax baner grel please...

 

Eva jan, te urax banneric gaghapar unenay, urax barrer post kaney. Bayc chi stacvum eli..xo zorrov chi?

 

[MosJan]

MosJan, yes "fresh air" karajarkey yev voch te "Prozac". Say NO to drugs!

 

 

ok - g@nam shan@ man talu ham el fesh air k@shnchem

[MosJan]

es le chem karox senz txur baner kardam,, please joxovurd karox enk urax baner grel please...

 

Eva jan amen inchi mej mi lav ban ka - pit kardas yev k@gtnes qo uzzats@

 

yete mi hat j@ptas Evajan qez hamar mi hat sirum pupush banasteghstutyun patver tam gren

menak du espes diprressid mi yeghi j@pta mi qich ashxarqum voch mi ban patahakan chi patahum, havata

[Em]

Che MosJan, et mek@ sut er. Chs hishum Sevaki barrer@?

 

Mishtel siracin patahabar en patahum kyankum

U hrazheshten talis siracin anhrazeshtabar....

 

Te kuzes..lrir..

Te kuzes...vorna,

te kuzes camir sepakan lezud,

Te kuzes xcir berand barcov...

Havatacyales..Hayhoyir astcun..

Havatacyal ches Astcun havata..

Te kuzes uzir ..el chuzel---Izur..

Te kuzes uzir el chaprel---Izur..

U ete kuzes, apreln ays e henc,

Ev sern iskakan henc es e vor ka...

Patahabar en patahum kyankum,

Anhrazheshtabar hrazhesht talis....

Edited March 20, 2008 by Em124

[Em]

While we are at it, let's say No to LOVE!

[Em]

i like my body when it is with your body

by e. e. cummings

 

i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite a new thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones, and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz

of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

 

and possibly i like the thrill

 

of under me you quite so new

[Em]

i shall imagine life

by e. e. cummigs

 

i shall imagine life

is not worth dying,if

(and when)roses complain

their beauties are in vain

 

but though mankind persuades

itself that every weed's

a rose,roses(you feel

certain)will only smile

[Em]

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

by Dylan Thomas

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.