Half-Moon Desire

"Half-Moon
of painted shadows,
silky eyes squinting
beneath soft, desire.
Hot purple tears
born of endless lashes.

You are the touchable one:
the one who can see art
in black silhouettes,
in the tender hope
of dreams unvoiced.

You are the Half-Moon
of my slit-eyed heart
declaring yourself
to be the beloved,
lingering prayer of my soul.

You are the one who has
opened these naive eyes
to the seduction,
the temptation of being lost
in the silken nearness
of your fevered skin. "

By: Ivy Rose

Caliban's Dreams - Fall Into Darkness

Fall Into Darkness

As I walk along the quiet road
I look into the forest
see the darkness
I walk faster
see the stream
I slip and fall
the water is cold
with dark shadows
I want the water
to embrace me
in its cold arms
but as I hit the water
I panic as I drown
The fear takes me
I fall into the darkness.

Vampire's Kiss

In her eyes we could see
the hunger for his kiss.
The kiss that tastes the flesh,
that brings joy,
that touches the skin,
and takes our bloodied soul.
The thirst, stealing life,
giving eternity.
Unholy love,
for all the infinity.

By: LV

O fogo que na branda cera ardia...

"O fogo que na branda cera ardia,
Vendo o rosto gentil que na alma vejo.
Se acendeu de outro fogo do desejo,
Por alcançar a luz que vence o dia.

Como de dois ardores se incendia,
Da grande impaciência fez despejo,
E, remetendo com furor sobejo,
Vos foi beijar na parte onde se via.

Ditosa aquela flama, que se atreve
Apagar seus ardores e tormentos
Na vista do que o mundo tremer deve!

Namoram-se, Senhora, os Elementos
De vós, e queima o fogo aquela nave
Que queima corações e pensamentos."

De: Luís de Camões

"Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep, while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"

De: Edgar Allan Poe

Nunca...

"Não existe a lei da gravidade
Nunca é a hora da verdade
Nunca se responde uma pergunta
Nunca é o dia de São Nunca
Nunca é
Agora ou nunca é
Nunca
Quem é livre não quer liberdade
Não existe a lei da gravidade
Pode viajar de avião
Pode colocar os pés no chão
Nunca é...
Não existirá eternidade
Não existe a lei da gravidade
Nunca existiu o paraíso
Nunca é o dia do juízo
Nunca é..."

De: Ana Carolina

Lamento

"o lamento de lamentar
o que não se pode dar
o desespero de sentir
do peito o coração se despir
a lembrança ainda criança
a esperança talvez lembrança
vivendo o novo dia
como há muito não fazia
tudo é emoção
tudo é sensação
sentindo a dor
se desfazendo em amor
mas, sempre existe o mas,
condicionando a se aceitar
quando tudo que se quer
é somente se dar
mas o dar pode não ser o bastante
tênue como uma brisa
incontrolável como o mar
quanto mais perto se chega
mais longe ele está
outro amanhã vira
novas emoções outras sensações
e talvez o ontem, que muito prometia
seja o amanhã, que hoje se desvia."

De: Dibruck

Tudo e nada...

"Para vir a saborear tudo,
não queiras ter gosto em nada.
Para chegar a saber tudo
não queiras saber algo em nada.
Para chegar a possuir tudo,
não queiras possuir algo em nada.
Para chegar a ser tudo,
não queiras ser algo em nada.

Para chegar ao que não gostas,
hás-de ir por onde não gostas.
Para chegar ao que não sabes,
hás-de ir por onde não sabes.
Para chegar a possuir o que não possuis,
hás-de ir por onde não possuis.
Para chegar ao que não és,
hás-de ir por onde não és.

Quando reparas em algo,
deixas de lançar-te ao todo.
Para chegar de todo a tudo,
hás-de afastar-te de todo em tudo.
E quando chegues de todo a ter,
hás-de tê-lo sem nada querer."

De: São João da Cruz, em Poesias Completas

Timeless Passion

"Did you ever dream of someone
Who was so familiar yet unknown to you?
Every night you close your eyes you dream
Of years long gone by.
You can't explain the joy you feel every night
When you know he will be there.
You hear a man call your name,
Yet it isn't yours.
You call him by a name unknown to you
Yet so familiar.
If you love completely and unselfishly,
You will meet again.
Your souls will search for eternity
Until they unite once more.
The love of two so strong will never die
But will become a Timeless Passion."

By: Lynn Squires

The Flow

A stream of desire led me to the river of passion,
Passion poured into the sea of love,
Touching the ocean of happiness.
And the warmth of joy rushed to the shores,
Turning into waves of eternal promise.

Written by JOY CHOWDHURY

Life...

Life is too short to wake up
in the morning with regrets,
so love the people who treat you right,
forget the ones who don't
and believe that everything
happens for a reason.
If you get a chance, take it.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said it'd be easy,
they just promised it'd be worth it.

by Superstar♥

Lord Byron

Souls who dare use their immortality
Souls who dare look the Omnipotent
His everlasting face, and tell him that
His evil is not good.

Lord Byron, Cain

Shelley, Prometheus Unbound

On a poet's lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aëreal kisses
Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
He will watch from dawn to gloom
The lake-reflected sun illume
Than yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,
Nor heed nor see, what things they be;
But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man,
Nurslings of immortality!
One of these awakened me,
And I sped to succour thee.

(PU, I, 736-751)

Álvaro de Campos

(...)
Quero ir convosco, quero ir convosco,
Ao mesmo tempo com vós todos
Para toda a parte pr'onde fostes!
Quero encontrar vossos perigos frente a frente,
Sentir na minha cara os ventos que engelharam as vossas,
Cuspir dos lábios o sal dos mares que beijaram os vossos,
(...)

De: Álvaro de Campos (Fernando Pessoa)

Uma página em branco...

"Abro-os numa página
Uma página ao acaso
Lá dentro os teus olhos
Vão olhar-me de frente
Uma página adiante
Ou duas para trás
(...)
Uma página em branco
(...)"

Em: OS LIVROS de Bernardo Pinto de Almeida

Christmas From The Heart

"I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.

I felt your touch in the sun today
as its warmth filled the sky;
I closed my eyes for your embrace
and my spirit soared high.

I saw your eyes in the window pane
as I watched the falling rain;
It seemed as each raindrop fell
it quietly said your name.

I held you close in my heart today
it made me feel complete;
You may have died...but you are not gone
you will always be a part of me.

As long as the sun shines...
the wind blows...
the rain falls...
You will live on inside of me forever
for that is all my heart knows."

De: Judy Burnette

Solitary Dreaming

Just another day,
Dragged broken on the floor,
Wishing, dreaming, wanting,
To walk through eternity’s door.
Same tired eyes,
Cracked fake smile,
Consumed in the dark,
Hidden silent cries.
Same taken steps,
From place to place,
Chores all finished,
Clear away the trace.
Hands both lifted,
Working with the pain,
Body inside shifted,
Drinking up the rain.
Shattered heart crying,
Crimson-blooded tears,
All held inside,many fears.
Solitary dreaming,
Lost in a faded place,
Feels so pointless,
Running an endless race.
Open wrists crying,
Bleeding pouring sin,
It’s a release,
Pain flooding from within.
Solitary dreaming,
All over now,
She has faded away,
Now you know how.

by: Broken Dreams

Mermaid

"Mermaid Song

she cries into the night
a mournful hollow melody
filling the air with echoes
of a once joyful heart

she sings an unknown language
as she combs her hair of grass
tears fall from her eyes in salt drops
mingling with the ocean's churning froth

once she was a young beauty
graced with life and laughter
now she can only sing a siren song
a sad tune, destined to lure unwary sailors
to their doom, as they drown in her careless smile

her heart was broken
in a selfish gesture
by a lover, so untrue
now her unmerciful soul
will lead no-one home

her death in life so real
she lives not, yet she breathes
called to the sea, to drown her tears
she marks not each day, tho each passes so quickly
she sought the peace of the waves
now it's hers
tho not in death
but life again, sheathed in a scaly skin

no respite for travel weary sailor
can be found upon her shores
for she has no heart left
death inside her, reigns strong and free

she slips among the waves and sea creatures
in silent recognition
tho none speak of her
to speak her name would be death
she acknowledges no creature in her sadness
only the sea weary sailors
lulling them to their eternal sleep
as they drown in her melodic voice

each rise of the sun
day so new, she stares into the blue horizon
as she sits upon weathered stone
amidst the crashing waves and sandy beach
screaming gulls fly overhead
as undrying tears fall into a river of grief
flowing so fast and free
to spread into the sea

in a song of mournful sorrow she waits for the someone
the one she has seen in her dreams
the one who will show her true love again
and free her from this life of death "

By: Angel

Sonnet XVIII

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair some time declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

By: Shakespeare, in Complete Works

Sonnet CXXX

"My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare"

De W. Shakespeare

W.S. consegue, neste pequeno soneto, deitar por terra toda a linha poética feita até então, e que mesmo nos dias de hoje se faz, em que é usada a comparação entre a beleza mulher e tudo o que de mais belo há na natureza. Faz, como que, ironicamente, uma crítica às descrições convencionais da beleza feminina, admitindo, por sua vez, que, embora, a beleza da sua "amada" seja menos explêndida e mais natural, a ama e que a sua beleza é tão rara como a de qualquer outra mulher que é falsamente supra-elogiada.