Hey,
So I just read a poem by Pitbull and very good I thought too!!
and it made me feel inspired...I thought what If I posted a poem I found that I really loved here and then others could do to????
It could be anything....one you wrote urself...classic, modern, short, long, graphic sexy or not....
But sumwhere within the realms of good taste would be nice....
So I just found this one by Byron and HAD to post it....
can't see that this breaks the T.O.S...
as I'm quoting...well this struck a chord in me...hope u enjoy!!
WHEN WE TWO PARTED
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
Thy name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Lond, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet the
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
So I just read a poem by Pitbull and very good I thought too!!
and it made me feel inspired...I thought what If I posted a poem I found that I really loved here and then others could do to????
It could be anything....one you wrote urself...classic, modern, short, long, graphic sexy or not....
But sumwhere within the realms of good taste would be nice....
So I just found this one by Byron and HAD to post it....
can't see that this breaks the T.O.S...
as I'm quoting...well this struck a chord in me...hope u enjoy!!
WHEN WE TWO PARTED
by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
Thy name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Lond, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet the
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
