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    Poems, Sayings, Quotes and other lovely things.

    Here you can post your favorite words and any beautiful lines you came by or even wrote! Share the beauty and let's all read it.

    Starting by me *ahem*

    Who am I? I am not a disease, nor my weight, nor even my family. I am not my job, or my things, or the house I live in. I am not the words used to describe me (quiet or boring or something else I havenít thought of), the books I read, or the clothes I wear. I am not what you see, on the outside or what I say or even the things I do. Itís all illusory. I am, instead, this essence inside. I am the strength that gives me breath each day. I am the love I feel within. I am a light in the dark. I am a little piece of this universe. I am human. I am silence. I am hope burning. I am kindness. I am laughter. I am all of these things. I am.

    Erica Orloff
    She didn't want to be beautiful

    She only wanted to create beautiful things


    ***
    Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

    #2
    Aha! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist making a new poetry thread! The artistic spirit is still alive and kickin' at AN folks. Poetry Thread 2019 - yeah, let's get this show on the road...

    Nice quote from Erica there, on the holistic complexity of human individuals. For me, it's kind of like an existentialist take on things. We're living, breathing creatures who experience life in its totality, and partial descriptions are but a fragmented mirror of this unique, mysterious journey. We are not what we have, we are the totality of being.

    Here's a poem by William Butler Yeats that I found recently:

    The Choice

    The intellect of man is forced to choose
    Perfection of the life, or of the work,
    And if it take the second must refuse
    A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
    When all that story's finished, what's the news?
    In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
    That old perplexity an empty purse,
    Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.


    I don't know about you, but holy cow, I can sense the tension in this poem - as one reaches the fork in the road, there's no sitting on the fence! Haha.
    Last edited by radiator123; January 23rd, 2019, 07:11 AM.

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      #3
      Never Underestimate This Madwoman's Eternal Goober-ness
      Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple
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        #4
        Originally posted by radiator123 View Post

        Here's a poem by William Butler Yeats that I found recently:

        The Choice

        The intellect of man is forced to choose
        Perfection of the life, or of the work,
        And if it take the second must refuse
        A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
        When all that story's finished, what's the news?
        In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
        That old perplexity an empty purse,
        Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.


        I don't know about you, but holy cow, I can sense the tension in this poem - as one reaches the fork in the road, there's no sitting on the fence! Haha.
        It takes someone brave to make such a choice.

        -----

        The Queen of Hearts
        She made some tarts
        All on a summer's day;
        The Knave of Hearts
        He stole the tarts
        And took them clean away.
        The King of Hearts
        Called for the tarts
        And beat the Knave full sore
        The Knave of Hearts
        Brought back the tarts
        And vowed he'd steal no more.

        I'm the Queen of Hearts
        I did some tarts
        All on a summer's day;
        I'm the Knave of Hearts
        And I stole the tarts
        And I took them clean away.

        I'm the King of Hearts
        And I called for the tarts
        And I beat the Knave full sore

        I'm the Knave of Hearts
        And I brought back those tarts
        And I vowed I'll steal no more.
        (Queen: You better not, young man!)
        Knave: No more!
        The Queen of Hearts
        She made some tarts
        All on a summer's day;
        The Knave of Hearts
        He stole the tarts
        And took them clean away.

        The King of Hearts
        Called for the tarts
        And beat the Knave full sore
        The Knave of Hearts
        Brought back the tarts
        And vowed he'd steal
        vowed he'd steal
        he vowed he'd steal no more.
        No more
        No more
        No more

        (Knave: Well I don't know about that,
        I mean,
        they were there for the taking,
        weren't they?
        I mean, I can't promise nothing
        I mean I'm just a knave,
        I don't know what
        I'm doing half of the time,
        I mean, if they're there
        and the opportunity arises.
        I mean
        I just gonna take them away, aren't I?

        Queen: Off with his head!

        King: Off with his head!
        She didn't want to be beautiful

        She only wanted to create beautiful things


        ***
        Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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          #5
          Not Sure if this will fit in here I like to share it here, it is a letter I wrote for late husband's funeral I wrote this letter 14 months ago my late husband passed away November 2, 2017 if it doesn't fit in here please let me know and I will delete the post.

          For My Beloved Husband Mr. Stingray

          The first time I saw you 25 years ago I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with. We met for the first time Late spring of 1992, as we dated there wasn't night that I would not find a box of candy, a card or a bouquet of flowers on the windshield of my car. Those little things meant so much to me. You were a gentlemen in every way, you were kind and sweet. On Christmas Eve of 1992 you stepped over to the Christmas tree and took down a small Christmas decoration shaped like a bell you stepped back over to me and you knelt down on one knee, you asked me to marry him there were no to say for a moment I started to cry, I answered yes I will marry you, I was the happiest person in the world.

          We were married the following year on October 16th of 1993. Over the years our love for each other never faltered, you were my best friend and lover. You were always there for me until the end and I was there for you until the end. We loved each other very much and our love for each other was very close. I love you very much, I love you with all my heart and soul; and you loved me very much and you loved me with all your heart and soul.

          Mr. Stingray you have blessed my life in so many ways, words can't express, though I can express how much I loved you. I love very much, I love you with all my heart and soul, I love you still and I will always love you from the beginning and I will always love you for an eternity.

          Today I will not say good-bye to you Mr. Stingray, for today you have flown away to heaven, I will see you down the road Mr. Stingray and until we meet again Mr. Stingray.

          With all my love, your beloved wife Mrs. Stingray
          The Hero isn't the person who comes in and fixes everything.

          The Hero is the person who's willing to stand when the battle won't quit!"

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            #6
            I don't know what could be more beautiful than that to be posted here. It's a beautiful message, loved it and so happy to read a story about a loving husband as I hear they're for extinction nowadays, thanks to all the examples around me. My Father was a great husband too which mean, there is a light at the end of the tunnel after all.

            Sorry about his death but he's still in your heart and mind which is forever for you ^^

            -----

            Meanwhile,

            She didn't want to be beautiful

            She only wanted to create beautiful things


            ***
            Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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              #7
              Yes, thanks for sharing Stingray, and sorry for the loss of your wonderful husband. But certainly, that letter is a fitting tribute and is more than suitable in this thread, where it could provide inspiration for others.

              Actually, I don't think I know or have known any great husbands in reality... there are faults in everyone I guess, or maybe I see them where other people don't.

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                #8
                Well, looks like videos of songs are allowed, so here's one I watched recently. I wondered why it was recommended to me by YouTube, until I realized that the 2nd song was also used in one of the Evangelion Rebuild movies, which I saw a trailer of. Not only was the song butchered in the movie by another singer, but the trailer looked pretty lame.

                Anyway, I thought the lyrics were nice and well sung. Something about nostalgic preservation of an inspiring memory in the 1st song and desiring the grandeur of freedom in the 2nd song. Using Google Translate and some artistic license, I've given an English translation after the video.




                山本潤子
                卒業写真
                Yamamoto Junko
                Graduation photo


                悲しいことがあると 開く皮の表紙
                卒業写真のあの人は やさしい目をしてる
                When I am sad, I open the leather cover
                In the graduation photo, there is a person with kind eyes

                町で見かけた時 何も言えなかった
                卒業写真の面影が そのままだったから
                The time we met in town, I could not say anything
                Because I wanted to leave the image in the graduation photo intact

                人ごみに流されて 変わってゆく私を
                あなたはときどき 遠くで叱って
                As I am swept away by the crowd, I will change
                From far away, you will sometimes scold me

                話しかけるように ゆれる柳の下を
                通った道さえ今はもう 電車から見るだけ
                Under the swaying willow, so that I can speak to you
                But now, the place can only be seen from a train

                あの頃の生き方を あなたは忘れないで
                あなたは私の 青春そのもの
                Do not forget the way you lived at that time
                You are my youth itself

                人ごみに流されて 変わってゆく私を
                あなたはときどき 遠くで叱って

                あなたは私の 青春そのもの



                山本潤子
                翼をください
                Yamamoto Junko
                Please give me wings


                今 私の願いごとが叶うならば
                翼がほしい
                この背中に 鳥のように
                白い翼 つけてください
                If my wish can come true now, I would like wings
                Please attach white wings on my back, like a bird

                この大空に 翼を広げ
                飛んで行きたいよ
                悲しみのない 自由な空へ
                翼はためかせ 行きたい
                Spread my wings in this great sky, and fly away!
                I want to flap my wings freely into the sky, without sorrow

                子供の時 夢見たこと
                今も同じ 夢に見ている
                The dream that I had when when I was young
                Is the same dream that I have now

                この大空に 翼を広げ
                飛んで行きたいよ
                悲しみのない 自由な空へ
                翼はためかせ 行きたい

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                  #9
                  ^ Nice one, Rad.

                  ------------
                  Here's one by me

                  *Ahem*

                  Happy birthday to me
                  ​​​​​​​
                  Everyday the sun rises is a new day to celebrate

                  And if you ever felt down, take a walk with the sun rays

                  Let it touch your heart and breath to your soul

                  That if I had a soul?

                  Oh please, you know what I mean

                  That little dark room hidden in your heart

                  With all your insecurities, fears, and secrets

                  Don't we all have those?

                  Not sure about you, but I myself have it

                  And the sun rises and reflects the light on the shadows of my room

                  Dancing shadows that embrace the shine while I lie there to watch the roof of my heart burning in a cold fire

                  Singing the song of every new day

                  Of a happy birthday~


                  I'm kinda rusty when it comes to poetry but I just improvised this one cuz it felt like it *shrugs*
                  She didn't want to be beautiful

                  She only wanted to create beautiful things


                  ***
                  Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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                    #10
                    Originally posted by Taleen View Post
                    I'm kinda rusty when it comes to poetry but I just improvised this one cuz it felt like it *shrugs*
                    Good to see an optimistic poem in this thread by the resident poet!

                    When I read your poem, I interpreted "birthday" as a regular day but with the potential to become a great day if one lets the rays from the allegorical sun illuminate the darkness of our cold, cold hearts. Yeah, in a sense I can dig that - no matter how bad things are, there are usually rays of sunshine to be found.

                    On the other hand, I do note that to give those rays meaning, we need something dark for them to shine on. I was talking to someone (in real life!) a while ago and we talked about what it means to be happy. We kind of agreed that happiness is a dynamic concept, which often depends on a change in situation that is perceived to be substantially better. And then the happiness can fade away as we take a particular situation for granted due to familiarity and its associated discontents.

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                      #11
                      Originally posted by radiator123 View Post
                      Good to see an optimistic poem in this thread by the resident poet!


                      On the other hand, I do note that to give those rays meaning, we need something dark for them to shine on. I was talking to someone (in real life!) a while ago and we talked about what it means to be happy. We kind of agreed that happiness is a dynamic concept, which often depends on a change in situation that is perceived to be substantially better. And then the happiness can fade away as we take a particular situation for granted due to familiarity and its associated discontents.
                      Thank you

                      And, I thought about spinning lanterns when I was writing the last part of the poem so you got it right, thanks for your review good sir. =)
                      She didn't want to be beautiful

                      She only wanted to create beautiful things


                      ***
                      Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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                        #12
                        Originally posted by Taleen View Post
                        And, I thought about spinning lanterns when I was writing the last part of the poem so you got it right, thanks for your review good sir. =)
                        When I read "spinning lanterns", my first thought was one of those spinning objects that shows a sequence of pictures in motion (a zoetrope apparently - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoetrope).

                        Anyways, I guess it's my turn now... I'm not sufficiently inspired yet to write a poem of my own, so I'm going to post the lyrics of another song instead.

                        It was about 7 yrs ago when I first heard this song. At the time I was pretty burnt out from some things and feeling quite miserable (so just a regular day, haha), but this song proved to be quite a tonic. It doesn't trivialize the struggles that we probably all go through at certain times, but at the same time it's not some mopey depressing ballad either.

                        I thought it captured the intensity of trying to overcome a problem quite well - the idea that there are often no simple answers and there may appear to be no answer at all, but nonetheless we have to find a way forward. Funnily enough, it's a rap song as well, which is definitely not one of my favorite genres. The original video I watched had montages of boxers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evvV_Uy3N4E), but I guess most people do not appreciate the life of a pugilist, so the video embedded after the lyrics has a generic background.


                        I'll Find a Way

                        Zack Hemsey

                        I heard they found a way to no set place
                        That theyíre way ahead and winning but thereís no real race
                        And theyíre feeding on the thrill of a chase
                        When theyíll never find a way to keep the pace
                        I heard they found a way to build our dreams
                        Can they engineer a world in which we hear no screams
                        And I heard that they can make vaccines
                        But our sick routine isnít keen to relieve
                        I heard they found a way to see through walls
                        Do they have the sight to see my scars
                        And can they find a way to view who we are
                        Or does such vision just exist in the far
                        And can incisions ever fix all the vying that persists
                        Can a needle cure the evil through the arm
                        Iím told they have the means to travel to the stars
                        But canít journey to the start of the savage in our hearts
                        So if Iím ravaged and afraid
                        Damaged and apart, tired of charades
                        How can I clear the smoke that billows
                        Wade through to cope and chisel out a life thatís worthy and of praise

                        Chorus:
                        My whole lifeís passing me by
                        As I sit and wonder why
                        Iíll find a way

                        They say tomorrow brings a brighter day
                        But do they know about the sorrow thatís beyond the fray
                        Do they see all of the madness that man obeys
                        And can they understand that sadness wonít go away
                        But itís okay cuz the truth is Iím feeling whole
                        Feeling like the emptiness inside has found a home
                        And Iím hopeful that my destiny is one of heights
                        One in which the apathy in me no longer strikes
                        And I wonder how this ending has come to pass
                        When just yesterday was carefree and full of laughs
                        But if thereís certainty in anything itís what we have
                        Is but impermanent cuz no thing will always last
                        Yet still I canít help but question fate
                        Canít shake the feeling that I hold the key to great escape
                        And I feel in me a yearning that still endures
                        A spirit wandering and eager now to find a cure
                        Believe me this is pure essence
                        Pure intention
                        It goes beyond mere conversation and confession
                        Itís much too vague to formulate into expression
                        But perhaps thereís something greater that weíve all been set in
                        And this is not to say I know the way
                        This is not to say attachmentís been put away
                        This is not to say my love for youís been held at bay
                        And I donít possess or know a simple route to change
                        But it is to say I hold you close
                        And it is to say the love in me is more than most
                        And it is to say your absence has left itís mark
                        But I tell myself this plays within a bigger part
                        Now you are not the only way to make me whole
                        Know that I wonít ever turn my heart to stone
                        You are not the only way to make me whole
                        And I wonít ever turn my heart to stone
                        And Iíll find a way

                        Iím not without a spirit that can hold up to the torture
                        Not without a will to stop the cycle that marauders
                        Not without a mind to free the hate within my border
                        And to cleanse the vessel into which my consciousness is ordered
                        Iím not afraid of monsters that intimidate and taunt ya
                        Not afraid to challenge all the violence and slaughter
                        The leviathans that haunt are hardly deadly out of water
                        Iíll find a way to offer the elixir of disorder
                        So many trails have crossed the rivers forged from all our tears
                        So many paths have left us all alone during these years
                        So many that weíve lost but I can feel their presence near
                        I can see a road ahead that leads beyond the known frontier
                        So lift yourself up slowly and rest your eyes upon me
                        And let the sad and lonely float away and disappear
                        And leave the guilt and shame and all the anger and the fear
                        Let's trade it for the will to find a way to persevere

                        Chorus:
                        My whole lifeís passing me by
                        As I sit and wonder why
                        Iíll find a way


                        How long can I surrender for
                        How deep can my descending bore
                        How long can I neglect me for
                        How long is this confinement for
                        How long can I arrest me for
                        How long can I detain me for
                        How long before I stray off course
                        How long before all hope is lost
                        How long can one survive among the horror
                        Live among the demons that all seethe in darkened corners
                        Cling to all the grief released in tidal waves upon ya
                        Proclaim it isnít fair, content to bear forever mourner
                        This moment is in order
                        Now let the waters pass
                        Let the smoldered ash remain beside the olden past
                        Leave it on behalf of those who crave to hear you laugh
                        And walk among the living as you find a way to last
                        How long can I survive this for
                        How long can I abate this for
                        How long can I remain this strong
                        Well how long can I just sing this song
                        Iíll find a way


                        Last edited by radiator123; March 10th, 2019, 12:13 PM.

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                          #13
                          Eyuuuup, this is it! Thank you, I tried to find the name but didn't know it. :3

                          Hmm, those lyrics seems like someone trying to find a life. Like I said before، lost beteen who they are and how they want to be.
                          She didn't want to be beautiful

                          She only wanted to create beautiful things


                          ***
                          Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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                            #14
                            One of the music videoes I'd really love to share with the whole world is this



                            The lyrics


                            You taught me the courage of stars before you left
                            How light carries on endlessly, even after death
                            With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite
                            How rare and beautiful it is to even exist
                            I couldn't help but ask
                            For you to say it all again
                            I tried to write it down
                            But I could never find a pen
                            I'd give anything to hear
                            You say it one more time
                            That the universe was made
                            Just to be seen by my eyes
                            I couldn't help but ask
                            For you to say it all again
                            I tried to write it down
                            But I could never find a pen
                            I'd give anything to hear
                            You say it one more time
                            That the universe was made
                            Just to be seen by my eyes
                            With shortness of breath, I'll explain the infinite
                            How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist



                            Though, the video and the song should be experianced together. <3
                            She didn't want to be beautiful

                            She only wanted to create beautiful things


                            ***
                            Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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                              #15
                              One Art

                              The art of losing isnít hard to master;
                              so many things seem filled with the intent
                              to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

                              Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
                              of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
                              The art of losing isnít hard to master.

                              Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
                              places, and names, and where it was you meant
                              to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

                              I lost my motherís watch. And look! my last, or
                              next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
                              The art of losing isnít hard to master.

                              I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
                              some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
                              I miss them, but it wasnít a disaster.

                              óEven losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
                              I love) I shanít have lied. Itís evident
                              the art of losingís not too hard to master
                              though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.



                              Deal with it, I just LOVE this poem so I'll keep posting it all the time.
                              She didn't want to be beautiful

                              She only wanted to create beautiful things


                              ***
                              Taleen and Nutmeg: We are the Talmeg. 2017 Best AN couple

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