Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
  • Thursday, November 05, 2020

I'm not asking you to meet everyday

I could try & bare
When you are away
All I need is just some care

All I need is not to feel so much alone
All I need is a tender heart not hard as stone
All I need is to hear your voice on the phone

All I need is to know that you're fine
All I need is to know that you're mine
All I need is to know that I'm in your heart
Even If we are going to stay for so long apart

I'm not asking you to count every dropp of water in the rain!
All I need is to stop making me feel this pain
I'm not asking you to count every particle of sand on the shore!
All I need is to know that you Love me from your very inner core
All I need is to know that I'm the only one that you adore

I'm not asking you to make the birds swim and make the fish fly!
All I need is not to hear the word 'Goodbye '
I'm not asking you to climb a mountain so high!
Nor am I asking you to swim across the deepest sea!
All I need is to show me that you love me

I'm not asking you to walk a thousand mile!
All I need is a simple smile
I'm not asking you to make the trees blue!
All I need is to know that you're true

I'm not asking you for a diamond ring!
All I need is a much humble thing
All I need is your attention
All I need is affection

I'm not asking you for a princess dress!
All I need is something... much much less
All I need is a gentle caress

I'm not asking you for a castle of gold!
I'm not asking you for more than you could afford!
All I need is not to feel ignored
All I need is not to feel that you're bored
All I need is a kind word

I'm not asking you to make the year 14 months!
Nor am I asking you to make the week 8 days!
I'm not asking you to make the sun rise from the west!
All I need is to sleep on your chest
To hear your heart beat
All I need is to feel complete

AM I ASKING TOO MUCH??
poetry by an unknown poet



  • Wednesday, October 07, 2020

 

Alone


by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1875)

  

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --


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