"For M.y love" – 3539 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchMantra Shirokuro
I'm just my ego's coma... my heart's deep poison It's just a waiste of time Waiting for your love poem..
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ASAnne Sexton
Anne Sexton was born Anne Gray Harvey in Newton, Massachusetts to Mary Gray Staples and Ralph Harvey. She spent most of her childhood in Boston. In 1945 she enrolled at Rogers Hall boarding school, Lowell, Massachusetts, later spending a year at Garland School. For a time she modeled for Boston`s Hart Agency. On August 16, 1948, she married Alfred Sexton and they remained together until 1973. She had two children named Linda Gray and Joyce Ladd. Poetry and Prose (collections and novels) Uncompleted Novel-started in the 1960s To Bedlam and Part Way Back (1960) The Starry Night (1961) All My Pretty Ones (1962) Live or Die (1966) – Winner of the Pulitzer prize in 1967 Love Poems (1969) Mercy Street, a 2-act play performed at the American Place Theatre (1969), published by Broadway Play Publishing Inc. Transformations (1971) ISBN 0-618-08343-X The Book of Folly (1972) The Death Notebooks (1974) The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975; posthumous) 45 Mercy Street (1976; posthumous) Anne Sexton:...
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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BBBobby Big
My name is Bobby, I`m a man of 53 years old, heterosexual, Caucasian (white), Christian, I`m born in Romania - Brasov. at 10 March 1958, my zodiac sign is pisces, I live in ....my city... & I`m here only for you... my sweety... :) Bobby Big58.
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RDRené Depestre
René Depestre (born 29 August 1926) is a Haitian poet and communist. He lived in Cuba as an exile from the Duvalier regime for many years and was a founder of the Casa de las Americas publishing house. He is best known for his poetry. The city of Jacmel, his birthplace, is often evoked in his poetry and his novels, in particular Hadriana In All My Dreams (1988). He did his primary studies with the Breton Brothers of Christian Instruction. His father died in 1936 and Rene Depestre left his mother, his two brothers and his two sisters to go live with his maternal grandmother. From 1940 to 1944, he completed his secondary studies at the Pétion college in Port-au-Prince. Étincelles (Sparks), his first collection of poetry, appeared in 1945, prefaced by Edris Saint-Amand. He was only nineteen years old when the work was published. The poems were influenced by the marvelous realism of Alejo Carpentier, who planned a conference on this subject in Haiti in 1942. Depestre created a weekly...
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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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Fred Moramarco
Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``
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NGNadine Gordimer
Premiul Nobel pentru Literatură. Nadine Gordimer (n 20 noiembrie 1923 în Springs, provincia Gauteng, Transvaal) este cea mai cunoscută scriitoare sud-africană. Nadine Gordimer s-a născut într-o familie de emigranți evrei săraci. Ea a început să scrie foarte devreme și prima ei carte s-a publicat când avea 14 ani. În 1974 primește premiul Booker Prize, iar în 1991 va fi desemnată cu Premiul Nobel pentru Literatură. Romane Zile mincinoase (romanul ei de debut) (The Lying Days, 1953) O lume de străini (A World of Strangers, 1958) (Occasion for Loving, 1963) (The Late Bourgeois World, 1966) Un oaspete de onoare (A Guest of Honour, 1970) Ecologistul, distins cu Premiul Booker (The Conservationist, 1974) Fiica lui Burger (Burger's Daughter, 1979) Oamenii lui Julie (July's People, 1981) (Sport of Nature, 1987) Povestea fiului meu (My Son's Story, 1990) Nimeni care să mă însoțeasca (None to Accompany Me, 1994) Arma din casa (The House Gun, 1998) (The Pickup, 2001)
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Florin Draghici
I'm just a soul, looking for my path...
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IRIonut Razvan
traieste fiecare clipa ca si cum ar fi ultima pe care o respiri I use reality as medicine for my fantasies
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I shall...
de Alex
i shall not leap but i shall fight, i shall not tempt and shall not lie i shall believe in what is right and what is right is what i do and what i\'ve done y\'all can\'t undo jesus a kid like me who...
Awards of the Bulgarian Haiku Club
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
Multe concursuri de haiku au loc în cadrul unor evenimente mai complexe, fiind asociate altor manifestări pentru a realiza un grupaj mai atrăgător și mai colorat. Radioul bulgar a realizat anul...
I Lost My Nights
de bayar
I lost my nights with trembling thoughts Around the spirit of growing hope I lost my nights with senseless love All for nothing: nothing from all… I urged myself to bluer skies Like in a fantasy...
Sonnet XL
de William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then...
rain...
de ligia
rain falling from above, rain falling for my love. rain falling from the stars, rain falling from my eyes.
Sonnet XLII
de William Shakespeare
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I...
Another Story Of Lenore
de Alin Niculae
This wave seems to lead me now To the place of Nevermore The place where I will find... Where I will find my lost Lenore. I divide the night in search for love And myst guides me out of sorrow I will...
Sonet XLII de William Shakespeare
de Cristian Vasiliu
Regretul nu-i că ea îți aparține, Iar eu revărs prinosul de iubire, Ci este-acela că și ea pe tine A pus gingaș de-a pururi stăpânire. Iubirii voastre nu-i găsesc acuze; Deși-o-ndrăgești știind căt...
Sonet XLII
de William Shakespeare
Regretul nu-i că ea îți aparține, Iar eu revărs prinosul de iubire, Ci este-acela că și ea pe tine A pus gingaș de-a pururi stăpânire. Iubirii voastre nu-i găsesc acuze; Deși-o-ndrăgești știind căt...
EMSHA
de Olariu Fabian
Acum taci. Încearca sa scrii mai departe Ignora-ti constiinta. Gândeste aparte... Usor usor totul...dispare din fata ta Si, – uite! – lumina. Caldura. Tradarea. Dulcea tradare. Încet, încet dispare...