Poets Corner

love winged my hopes

LOVE WINGED MY HOPES

Love winged my hopes and taught me how to fly
Far from base earth, but not to mount too high:
For true pleasure
Lives in measure,
Which, if men forsake,
blinded they into folly run, and grief for pleasure take.

But my vain hopes, proud of their new-taught flight,
Enamoured sought to woo the sun's fair light,
Whose rich brightness
Moved their lightness
To aspire so high,
That, all scorched and consumed with fire,
now drowned in woe they lie.

And none but Love their woeful hap did rue;
For Love did know that their desires were true.
Though Fate frowned,
And noe drowned
They in sorrow dwell,
It was the purest light of heaven
for whose fair love they fell.

by: anonymous

 

Suffer not in your loss
For the pleasure of love is in loving
Happiness is in the passion we feel
And not in that we inspire

So to my anonymous friend I write
Be glad that love has touched your heart
It matters not how it ended
Dwell on the pleasure not the sorrow

Because in love there is no pain
That pain is love disguised
For when we care we hurt
And only when we care

Love will come again, I know
It always does you know
Don't shield your heart from pain
Happiness comes after the sorrow

 

love & beauty

Love and Beauty

"How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
for the ends of being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely,as men strive for Right;
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs,and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,---
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !---and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

by:Elizabeth Barret Browning

 

You are the...

Apple of my eye
Mango of my pie
Palaman of my tinapay
Niyog on my kalamay.

You are the...

Ipin of my suklay
Ring on my kamay
Blood of my atay
Bubbles of my laway.

You are the ...

Roof of my bahay
Strength of my tulay
Joy of my tagumpay
Dream of my Nanay.

You are the...

Ube in my monay
Patis in my gulay
Toyo in my siomai
Calcium in my kalansay

You are the...

Buhol of my tie
Bituin of my sky
Beauty of my Tagaytay
Ketchup on my french fry.

You are the...

Wings when I fly
Wind when I paypay
Sipit for my sampay
Tungkod when I am pilay.

You are the...

Shoulder when I cry
Cure to my"aray"
Answer as to "why"
I am nangi-ngisay.

You are the...
Love until I die
In short, you are
The Center Of My Buhay

By: Anon

 

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :p

panday pera thank you pinatawa mo ako

 

I just wish I was the author of this funny poem. I enjoyed it as well. My kind of poems.

 

prayer time ?

A Prayer
by: J. Wright


"woe on those who call evil good",
but that's exactly what we have done.
We lost our spiritual equilibrium
and reversed our values.

We confess that: We have ridiculed
the absolute thruth of your word
and called it PLURALISM.

We have worshipped other Gods
and called it MULTI-CULTURALISM.

We have endorsed perversion
and called it an ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLE.

We have exploited the poor
and called it the LOTTERY.

We have neglected the needy
and called it SELF-PRESERVATION.

We have rewarded laziness
and called it WELFARE.

We have killed our unborn children
and called it A CHOICE.

We have shot abortionists
and called it JUSTIFIABLE.

We have neglected to discipline our children
and called it BUILDING SELF-ESTEEM.

We have abused power
and called it POLITICAL SAVVY.

We have coveted our neighbor's possession
and called it AMBITION.

We have polluted the air with profanity and ponography
and called it FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION.

We have ridiculed the time-honored values
of our forfathers and called it ENLIGHTENMENT.

 

love it be

Love

Foolish love is only folly;
Wanton love is too unholy;
Greedy love is covetous;
Idle love is frivolous;
But the gracious love is it
That doth prove the work of it.

Beauty but deceives the eye;
Flattery leads the ear awry;
Wealth doth but enchant the wit;
Want, the overthrow of it;
While in Wisdom's worthy grace,
Virtue sees the sweetest face.

There hath Love found out his life,
Peace without all thought of strife;
Kindness in Discretion's care;
Truth, that clearly doth declare
Faith doth in true fancy prove,
Lust the excrements of Love.

Then in faith may fancy see
How my love may constru'd be;
How it grows and what it seeks;
How it lives and what it likes;
So in highest grace regard it,
Or in lowest scorn discard it.



NICHOLAS BRETON

 

A Time For Everything

"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to uproot.
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to tear down, and a time to build ;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace and a time to refrain .
a time to search and a time to give up;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to mend;
a time to keep silence and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time for peace."

Ecclesiastes 3: 1

 

to whom it may concern

Give beer to those who are perishing.
wine to those who are in anguish;
Let them drink and forget their poverty
and remember their misery no more.

proverbs 31:6 & 7

honestly, i just passed that last night , now is headache :o

Have a peaceful holy week everyone