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Shippy's avatar

Would you share a poem that has touched your heart? Or a quote or saying?

Asked by Shippy (9857 points ) October 27th, 2012

I’ll share one, I have many.

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows!

- – – written by Teresa Mahieu

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jordym84's avatar

“There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So don’t worry about the people from your past: there’s a reason they didn’t make it to your future” – not sure who said this, but I like it a lot :)

Shippy's avatar

@jordym84 I love it, and I needed to hear that too. Very relevant to my life right now. Thank you.

TheProfoundPorcupine's avatar

“Minds are like parachutes. They only function when they are open” by James Dewer

marinelife's avatar

A Poem For Writers

Dancing from
a creative mind,
a perfect
and brilliant line.

Lines cast out,
into endless time.
One by one,
their prey, they find.

Drawing you in,
the feast, so fine,
devouring hungrily, the witty
words so divine.

So soul sparking, burning,
inspiring
and
always climbing.

Written dreams,
wishing, reaching, finding,
pages,
and fortunes hiding.

What we think
comes alive,
blooming like flowers,
from a tangled vine.

A writer’s dreams,
he or she thinks, writes and it is so.
Pages full of prose,
pure gold.

Ink and blood,
mixed with our fears and tears.
Our joy, too, lives,
in the pages, we write, through the years.

One day,
the writer here will be gone
but, the words
will live on.

Coloma's avatar

May I interject some humor?
Hey..it’s touching! ;-)

The hormone defense

In the wee hours of the morning
my hormones rock-n-roll
I wander to the kitchen
and towards the candy bowl

I’m faint of heart and clammy skinned
the house is very still
that hot flash got me thinking
I’d like to watch ” Kill Bill.”

I unwrap a bit of chocolate
medicinal, of course
thirty seven pieces later,
still I feel no remorse.

I ponder moving to Great Briton
where PMS is a defense
hormonal crimes of passion
need not have to make much sense.

It could be as simple as
” he brushed across my tender breast”
the last thing I remember is the ice pick in his chest

I’d laugh aloud ” I’m such a nut”
” I didn’t mean to do it!”
“It happened so very fast”
” I know, I know, I blew it!”

The judge and jury would convene
united they’d agree
to serve a lengthy sentence
of tea and sympathy

With amazing understanding
of a womans fragile hell
they’d pass the hat to buy me lunch
and order Taco Bell

Shippy's avatar

@Coloma Oh gosh, I laughed all the way through. How do you know me so well loll

jordym84's avatar

@Shippy You’re welcome, glad to be of some help :)
I love it because it helped get me through a breakup back in July and a falling out with a “best friend” in early September.

newtscamander's avatar

“Be who you are and say what you feel,
because those who mind don’t matter,
and those who matter don’t mind.”
Dr. Seuss

Coloma's avatar

Hey everyone, are your poems your poems? Originals?
Mine is, silly goose I am. ;-)

@scuniper Yes…I love that!

newtscamander's avatar

@Coloma it’s just true, and very easy to forget at times!

gailcalled's avatar

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

amberliy8's avatar

“I shed out of the skin it hurt me in, and turn my pain into a smile for still breathing, lucky to be alive. Life is a gift god died for us. Take your mistakes, turn them into lessons, and always keep moving forward constructivly.” ~ Me

rooeytoo's avatar

I have lost 2 young men in my life and it almost broke my heart. This poem always makes me think of them. It is by James Kavanaugh

“Some Few Walk Easy.”
“There are some few who walk easy on the earth,

Passing from childhood to wisdom without a usual turbulence,

Too aware to be young,

Too alive ever to be old.

Contemporary and companion of every life

Beyond discrimination
Or explanation.

God’s gift to His world

To make the lonely laugh,

The neglected come alive,

To stir spirits and warm hearts,

To enrich the discordant parts

Of all the rest of life.

Such gentle ones make a lasting mark on every life they touch

Without trying or preaching, judging, or seeking,

Merely by their presence on the earth.

A shade tree by a favorite stream,

The morning sun on a damp meadow,

A green hill mirrored in a quiet lake,

A sugar pine silver in the moonlight.

Until the morning comes and they are gone too soon,

Leaving us in darkness and unspeakable sadness.

Only later in the sunlight do we remember

When a brook laughs with the same gentle eyes,

Or a frightened fawn leaps in sudden surprise,

Or a dog runs carelessly across a field.

Remember

An excited face and a loving heart,

A death too soon and a life apart.

Missing

A presence and a touch

And a smiling face so very much,

Only grateful that he could stay as long

Only grateful for the special song

He sang to us as long as he could live.

Grateful above all

That he walked easy on the earth.”

flutherother's avatar

We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on;
We murmur, but the corn-ears fill,
We choose the shadow, but the sun
That casts it shines behind us still.

ucme's avatar

“Oh you are so beautiful
As calm & serene as Venus
I’d love to sit you on my knee
Then watch you stroke my….......”

flutherother's avatar

“Your hand is small and I am old
But you give me such a thrill
In my dressing room at the BBC
Where I’m known as Jimmy Savile.”

flutherother's avatar

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RareDenver's avatar

These words are written on my mother’s gravestone

“I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways… by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Pachy's avatar

Robert Frost’s “Death of the Hired Man”, here.

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