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Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.12.18 0 0 60

I see.

 

Actually, a love song doesn't necessarily have to be romantic; my favourite one is also pretty realistic.

Előzmény: mud (59)
mud Creative Commons License 2005.12.15 0 0 59
Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be too romantic, it was simply my answer to slime's love song...
Előzmény: Angel DC (58)
Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.12.15 0 0 58
This last one doesn't sound too romantic :), but I like all the others..
Előzmény: mud (57)
mud Creative Commons License 2005.12.14 0 0 57

Hi nigga', nigga'

My dick is bigger

Than yourself...

Előzmény: SLiME (56)
SLiME Creative Commons License 2005.12.14 0 0 56
Hi there, poetry lovers, I thought I'd share with you one of my very favorite Love Poems, it says a lot about my personal feelings about love and about my loved one. Here it is.

Bring on the Nubiles

I want to love you like your dad
And be your superman
I'll show you things you've never had
And hold your little hand

Bring on the Nubiles
Bring on the Nubiles

I'll kiss your zone erogenous
There's plenty to explore
I've got to lick your little puss
And nail it to the floor

Bring on the Nubiles
Bring on the Nubiles

I go crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya

Lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya
Lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya
Lemme lemme lick your lucky smiles

Bring on the Nubiles
Bring on the Nubiles

I go crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya

Lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya
Lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya
Lemme lemme lick your lucky smiles

Bring on the Nubiles
Bring on the Nubiles

There's lotsa games that we can play
You can turn my tap I'll drip
And when the fever reaches you
I'm high beneath my zip

Bring on the Nubiles
Bring on the Nubiles

I go crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya, crazy 4 ya
mud Creative Commons License 2005.12.14 0 0 55

Not excactly a 'love poem' but I guess it should come here as well...

 

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;

 

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,

 

And both that morning equals 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.

 

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

 

mud Creative Commons License 2005.12.14 0 0 54

Akit esetleg erdekel az eredeti is...

 

Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может

В душе моей угасла не совсем;

Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;

Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.

Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,

То робостью, то ревностью томим;

Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,

Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.

 

I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet

To die down thoroughly within my soul;

But let it not dismay you any longer;

I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.

I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,

By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.

I loved you with such tenderness and candor

And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.

 

mud Creative Commons License 2005.12.14 0 0 53

Itt van meg harom verzio, bar egyik sem olyan jo, mint a tied. Nekem az elsõ tetszik legjobban.

 A harombol lehetne esetleg osszerakni egy teljesen okést:)

 

I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.

 

 

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.

 

 

I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul
The former love has never gone away,
But let it not recall to you my dole;
I wish not sadden you in any way.

I loved you silently, without hope, fully,
In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain;
I loved you so tenderly and truly,
As let you else be loved by any man

 

Előzmény: Angel DC (52)
Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.12.14 0 0 52
Hülye index.. elcseszte a tördelést:(((
Előzmény: Angel DC (51)
Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.12.14 0 0 51
I Loved You
by Alexander  Pushkin

I loved you- even now I may confess Some embers of my love their fire retain But do not let it cause you more distress- I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet, I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.

Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.06.10 0 0 50
Holding On

By Jessica L. Kamp


No matter of who, what, where or why
I always know that you'll be by my side.
Now that time with you is short
And not always having your complete support.
But when you do look into my eyes,
I know that I'm trying to keep a disguise
From what you can't, and will not see,
The hurt, the loneliness, the misery
But now I just have to try not to cry,
And stay strong and let this go by.
I'll get used to not usually seeing you,
And spending every night together too.
Things will be fine, in just a short time,
Because I know that you'll always be mine
mud Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 49

A sok off utan - nos, ez eleg bena, de hozzatartozik az elozo kettohoz. Soooo, why the hell not...

 

Wondering

 

Faraway mountains

Draw me away

Into the mystic eyes

Of deadly hurricanes

 

Stranger desires

Temper my soul

While my heart calls

Your sweet name.

 

And I must go

On the wheels of change

To uncertain depths

Into the night

 

While whispering winds

Remind me always

To the softness

Of your loving arms.

Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 48

Csak a topik chat, de ugyanilyen mint ez it.. akkor jó munkát!

A nickkel semmi bajom, csak kérdeztem.

Előzmény: mud (47)
mud Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 47

Mi bajod a nikkemmel? Szerintem tok jo. Bar van megette sztori, de az mar leragott csont.

My name is mud.

 

Az igazsag az, hogy nemigen van idom csetelni, meg szarul gepelek. Is.

A bal gepen kambodzsai fotoimat dolgozom fel, a jobboldalin meg jelenteseket irok. Mellesleg munkaidoben vagyok...

Előzmény: Angel DC (46)
Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 46

Nem, nem volt belém szerelmes , thank God, én voltam hopeless.. amikor Virginia Woolfot olvastam, arra a következtetésre jutottam, talán mégsem tudok angolul.-))).. de aztán nekiugrottam magyarul is:-)

Miért van ilyen fura nicked? Ha angolozni van kedved, gyere át a chat in Englishre!

Előzmény: mud (45)
mud Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 45

Let me guess: az impotens irodalom tanarod szerelmes volt beléd es igy vezette le onnon frusztraltsagat valamint nehezen titkolt cezaromaniajat...

Előzmény: Angel DC (44)
Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 44
Én is imádok olvasni, nem csak verseket, és cseppet sem zavar hogy kétszer vágtak meg anno modern irodalomból:-))))))))))))))))))))))
Előzmény: mud (43)
mud Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 43

Persze, hogy nem, csak errol jutott eszembe. Az irodalom nem azert van, hogy az ember tudalekos legyen tole, hanem, hogy olvasson. Mint az zene, festeszet, szoval altalaban a muveszetek. Max. annyira ertsen hozza, hogy kiszurje a giccset, de ez szvsz alkati ill. intelligencia kerdes. Asszem...

 

Engem pl. cseppet sem zavar, ha valaki homokos, mikor olyan szepen ir, mint Houseman. Foleg, ha olyan baratai voltak, mint pl. Oscar Wilde...

Előzmény: Angel DC (42)
Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 42
Nem merítette ki a love poem kategóriát, de tetszik.. hülye vagyok irodalomból, de Houseman realizmusa elbűvöl. Köszi!
Előzmény: mud (41)
mud Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 41

Here's one of my personal favorites:

 

Here Dead We Lie

 

Here dead we lie

Because we did not choose

To live and shame the land

From which we sprung.

 

Life, to be sure,

Is nothing much to lose,

But young men think it is,

And we were young.

 

A. E. Houseman

 

Előzmény: Angel DC (40)
Angel DC Creative Commons License 2005.03.28 0 0 40

Let me add this tiny Houseman poem, what makes me excited about is is how simple it sounds:

 

When I was in love with you

I was so clean and brave

That miles around the wonder grew

How well I did behave

 

But now the fancy passes by

And nothing will remail

And miles around they'll say

That I am quite myself again.

mud Creative Commons License 2004.08.14 0 0 39
Heaven

  

The sandy shores of Kuwait

Slowly drift away

As dream comes gently,

Sweeps me off my feet –

Giving way to the ever sweet dear

Memory of yours.

Heaven is my home

Where room with you

I share.
Előzmény: mud (38)
mud Creative Commons License 2004.05.14 0 0 38
A shiny little spider quickly moves
his busy body in front of mine;
as distinctive slow time crawls
you’re not being ‘round in the moment
of needing your soft embrace -
Yet draws a faded smile upon the face
of an old man needing your pale,
fragile fingers running through
the darkening mood carved wrinkles
of the thinning space on my forehead;
between lost loves and yesterdays
kisses, dark smiles and minutes
of everlasting peace -
I await your coming home.
WACO Creative Commons License 2004.04.03 0 0 37
Brief and lovely (and impressive, I claim:-):

"I wish I was a china cup
From which you drink your tea
So every time you took a drink
You would be kissing me"

mud Creative Commons License 2004.03.27 0 0 36
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I, asleep, await you,
I want you to go on hearing the wind,
to smell the aroma of the sea we loved together
to go on walking the land that we walked.

I want what I love to go on living
and I loved you and sang of you above all,
so go on flowering, flower,

so that you reach all my love shows you
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know the reason for my song.

mud Creative Commons License 2004.03.24 0 0 35
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
mud Creative Commons License 2004.03.22 0 0 34
And now you are mine. Rest with your sleep in my dream.
Love, pain, work-- they should sleep now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels
and by my side you are pure as latent amber.

No one else, love, will sleep in my dreams.
You will go, we will go together, through the waters of time.
No one else will travel through shadow with me,
only you-- immortelle, polestar, eternal moon.

And now your hands open their delicate fists
and let smooth signs slip aimlessly away,
your eyes shut like two grey wings,

while I follow the water that carries you and carries me off:
the night, the world, the wind, unravel its destiny.
and I am nothing without you but your dream.

Előzmény: mud (33)
mud Creative Commons License 2004.03.22 0 0 33
And now you are mine. Rest with your sleep in my dream.
Love, pain, work-- they should sleep now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels
and by my side you are pure as latent amber.

No one else, love, will sleep in my dreams.
You will go, we will go together, through the waters of time.
No one else will travel through shadow with me,
only you-- immortelle, polestar, eternal moon.

And now your hands open their delicate fists
and let smooth signs slip aimlessly away,
your eyes shut like two grey wings,
while I follow the water that carries you and carries me off:
the night, the world, the wind, unravel its destiny.
and I am nothing without you but your dream.

ForestGoku Creative Commons License 2001.08.30 0 0 32
Does anyone know how to decide whether a syllabus is stressed or unstressed?
gevike Creative Commons License 2001.02.27 0 0 31
hátha valaki tud segíteni: olvastam az egyik angol tankönyvben egy nagyon kedves verset ami a hagymához hasonlítja a szerelmet. Nagyon tetszett, de még nem sikerült azóta se hozzá jutnom. Azt hiszem a címe Valentine, de nem bizti. A tankönyv címe valami R betűs volt, talán Reward.

Ha kedveled azért, ha nem azért nyomj egy lájkot a Fórumért!