Submissions by JimCroce
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2010 00:03am
1st May 2010 00:03am
My Dear Isabel
If there is a star brighter than thee,
I would loath to be awake in the day.
If there is a blue sky bluer than me,
I shall put my longing for thee on delay.
For compared to the sun, thou art more bright,
And I am blinded to stare into thine eyes.
And if there is a sky bluer in sight,
My love for thee was full with tender lies.
All my sonnets I write to only thee,
For thou hath given me the light to write.
And all the days that are clear and cloud free,
I dedicate to the in all my might.
For thou hast given me the gift to see,
These sonnets...
I would loath to be awake in the day.
If there is a blue sky bluer than me,
I shall put my longing for thee on delay.
For compared to the sun, thou art more bright,
And I am blinded to stare into thine eyes.
And if there is a sky bluer in sight,
My love for thee was full with tender lies.
All my sonnets I write to only thee,
For thou hath given me the light to write.
And all the days that are clear and cloud free,
I dedicate to the in all my might.
For thou hast given me the gift to see,
These sonnets...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2010 00:02am
1st May 2010 00:02am
To Isabel
When, in life, should we meet and love again?
For thou wishes to see me in the flowers,
And when the dawn breaks and a new day begins,
And when the spring rains falls to fair showers.
When should, in life, we meet once more?
Under the clear and cloudless skies,
And upon the graceful Pacific shores.
Where no soul shall parish, and non shall die.
For in an unfair life, I seem to see thee.
When I gaze into the clear blue water,
And I see the standing next to me.
With thy olive green eyes and and thy blank stare.
For it is not fair that I shalt see...
For thou wishes to see me in the flowers,
And when the dawn breaks and a new day begins,
And when the spring rains falls to fair showers.
When should, in life, we meet once more?
Under the clear and cloudless skies,
And upon the graceful Pacific shores.
Where no soul shall parish, and non shall die.
For in an unfair life, I seem to see thee.
When I gaze into the clear blue water,
And I see the standing next to me.
With thy olive green eyes and and thy blank stare.
For it is not fair that I shalt see...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2010 00:36am
29th Apr 2010 00:36am
Of Ruins Afar
There are boughs aloft, and ruins fair,
That dine in the moons pond, and clear.
Laughing, we were, in the nights summer air,
As laughs aloft release our fear.
Upon the summer, there softly sings,
We rode upon the cardinals wings:
To sight--
The right,
Wing crash from the fiery sun, in its height
Should not our love rise so high?
Then burn, as a fiery death,
I ask of this in putrid shy.
When times array seems sincerely jest.
Pester me in my dreams, and rest I need,
When the moonless night failed to heed:
My shy--
Fair cry...
That dine in the moons pond, and clear.
Laughing, we were, in the nights summer air,
As laughs aloft release our fear.
Upon the summer, there softly sings,
We rode upon the cardinals wings:
To sight--
The right,
Wing crash from the fiery sun, in its height
Should not our love rise so high?
Then burn, as a fiery death,
I ask of this in putrid shy.
When times array seems sincerely jest.
Pester me in my dreams, and rest I need,
When the moonless night failed to heed:
My shy--
Fair cry...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2010 00:32am
29th Apr 2010 00:32am
Winter
From the frost winter's barren lore,
Speak not to the cold but rather the moon.
For in the winter's pain, the sun shines no more,
And taste, I do, the summer and spring time dew.
I have seen this blanket of snow again,
Upon your young, white and silky skin.
But I forget this winter now and then,
When it is your heart that I have been.
Choking flames release the winter's dawn,
To a black soot freeze and blistery heart.
But your love makes these flames hot, and your song,
Makes the winter end, and the summer start.
For you are the sun to my...
Speak not to the cold but rather the moon.
For in the winter's pain, the sun shines no more,
And taste, I do, the summer and spring time dew.
I have seen this blanket of snow again,
Upon your young, white and silky skin.
But I forget this winter now and then,
When it is your heart that I have been.
Choking flames release the winter's dawn,
To a black soot freeze and blistery heart.
But your love makes these flames hot, and your song,
Makes the winter end, and the summer start.
For you are the sun to my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2010 00:07am
27th Apr 2010 00:07am
Sonnet 73
Would I have known to be alone in pain,
If my lonely ways did not hinder me?
Then I would call thee by thy tender name,
And I would be in love with non but thee.
But I am trapped in the month of November,
Where I have seen thee in my sorrowful dreams,
For 'twas thy scars that I tend to remember
And I grant thee no more love than I do these.
For thou hast been my sun and my bright moon
To rise at night and haunt me in the day
To force me to find rest upon late noon
For thou hath left me gone, to lay, then fade
In my lonely ways that always hinder...
If my lonely ways did not hinder me?
Then I would call thee by thy tender name,
And I would be in love with non but thee.
But I am trapped in the month of November,
Where I have seen thee in my sorrowful dreams,
For 'twas thy scars that I tend to remember
And I grant thee no more love than I do these.
For thou hast been my sun and my bright moon
To rise at night and haunt me in the day
To force me to find rest upon late noon
For thou hath left me gone, to lay, then fade
In my lonely ways that always hinder...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2010 5:03pm
25th Apr 2010 5:03pm
The Reaper
In darkness settles, should death reap not
In nightly rounds
In silence loath the spirit of life
for retribution confounds, and night sing hollow
Reap upon shallow waters, and mirrors
For death was gone, death should cry now
Death is loves only fear
Across frozen ponds and streams, O' loath these dreams
Where darkness settles as a mist or haze
In your eyes, in a dawn pre-light
Death only comes but silently in the night
O' mare, for death has taken you away
To place far away, in a realm beyond today
Where I sit and squander the shallow...
In nightly rounds
In silence loath the spirit of life
for retribution confounds, and night sing hollow
Reap upon shallow waters, and mirrors
For death was gone, death should cry now
Death is loves only fear
Across frozen ponds and streams, O' loath these dreams
Where darkness settles as a mist or haze
In your eyes, in a dawn pre-light
Death only comes but silently in the night
O' mare, for death has taken you away
To place far away, in a realm beyond today
Where I sit and squander the shallow...
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2010 5:00pm
25th Apr 2010 5:00pm
Forever Yours
When the tide washed my pleas away
I cursed the blue and tranquil sea
And when my sleep brought a restless day
I cursed the night and I will be
Forever forlorn and forced to write
As my pen silently cries tonight
Of the beauty I have seen in my day
But non compares to you
And when I see a scene, I will stay
And curse the skies of blue
For a restless day can be under skies of gray
But blue skies will always stay, and be mine.
I cursed the blue and tranquil sea
And when my sleep brought a restless day
I cursed the night and I will be
Forever forlorn and forced to write
As my pen silently cries tonight
Of the beauty I have seen in my day
But non compares to you
And when I see a scene, I will stay
And curse the skies of blue
For a restless day can be under skies of gray
But blue skies will always stay, and be mine.
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2010 9:33pm
22nd Apr 2010 9:33pm
I Wrote Down Her Name
There beckons in the forests
A maiden of trust and fair
Will I stand and stare, or summon
Commence the broken barrier
And send her a lasting message
A misused heart , and I wrote down her name
Then, beyond all reasoning she fled
To the forests instead
Of staying here with me, I, too, shall flee
I felt so cold that September morning
And it burned my skin
But I would never let her in
So now she stands beyond my sight
In the forests, to wallow in shame
As the paper with her name
Slips through my fingers
A maiden of trust and fair
Will I stand and stare, or summon
Commence the broken barrier
And send her a lasting message
A misused heart , and I wrote down her name
Then, beyond all reasoning she fled
To the forests instead
Of staying here with me, I, too, shall flee
I felt so cold that September morning
And it burned my skin
But I would never let her in
So now she stands beyond my sight
In the forests, to wallow in shame
As the paper with her name
Slips through my fingers
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2010 8:42pm
21st Apr 2010 8:42pm
Nightingale
Thou hath brought thy preceding light
Upon my dark heart that see'st not
Thy rage that blindethme to a pen
From this beauty doth sang a nightingale
So brilliant with thy vivid colors
Such as this nightingale, which hath not a song
Thy splendor, thy exquisiteness
Thy light bearing soul
So virgin o' so virgin in thy vain affectionate attempts at love doth conjure a silent recollection
Locked away, thou cannot singeth to this nightingale
Do lock away
Love forever in a tortured land
With a draining scream, raining dreams
Thou hath brought thy...
Upon my dark heart that see'st not
Thy rage that blindethme to a pen
From this beauty doth sang a nightingale
So brilliant with thy vivid colors
Such as this nightingale, which hath not a song
Thy splendor, thy exquisiteness
Thy light bearing soul
So virgin o' so virgin in thy vain affectionate attempts at love doth conjure a silent recollection
Locked away, thou cannot singeth to this nightingale
Do lock away
Love forever in a tortured land
With a draining scream, raining dreams
Thou hath brought thy...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2010 8:39pm
21st Apr 2010 8:39pm
The Tattered Pique
Thy love for fortune, is my downfall and fate,
Thy love for lust, and beauty demise.
In a weakened and pardoned state,
Should my fortune be thine, and lingering cries?
O thou heart holds hostage, and I thee.
For a breathless night, thou shalt goest forth,
And I shall prithee upon a withered breeze.
Then cry to the minion of the north,
O minion why must you taunt me?
When I prithee, o restless though I speak
Fall to my knees for thee, and only thee.
As thou torn dress, or ripped tattered pique,
Falls in my hands, and I hold this unto thee,
To...
Thy love for lust, and beauty demise.
In a weakened and pardoned state,
Should my fortune be thine, and lingering cries?
O thou heart holds hostage, and I thee.
For a breathless night, thou shalt goest forth,
And I shall prithee upon a withered breeze.
Then cry to the minion of the north,
O minion why must you taunt me?
When I prithee, o restless though I speak
Fall to my knees for thee, and only thee.
As thou torn dress, or ripped tattered pique,
Falls in my hands, and I hold this unto thee,
To...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2010 1:08am
21st Apr 2010 1:08am
Leave This Be
The sunset falls over a stone,
Bathing it in golden light.
Leave this tender scene alone!
'Tis no other grave this grand tonight.
Leave beauty be, fair and free!
Let this grave stand, for this is thee.
And weep I do, weeping--
As thou art infinitely sleeping.
I envy the pillow in thy coffin,
For shall it caress thy cheek, in hands.
Silky, and 'twas thy skin--
Forever more this whispering wind
For I envy the coffin itself!
In its arms, within thou art held.
I wish to hold thee one more time,
In the same sunset light....
Bathing it in golden light.
Leave this tender scene alone!
'Tis no other grave this grand tonight.
Leave beauty be, fair and free!
Let this grave stand, for this is thee.
And weep I do, weeping--
As thou art infinitely sleeping.
I envy the pillow in thy coffin,
For shall it caress thy cheek, in hands.
Silky, and 'twas thy skin--
Forever more this whispering wind
For I envy the coffin itself!
In its arms, within thou art held.
I wish to hold thee one more time,
In the same sunset light....
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2010 1:02am
21st Apr 2010 1:02am
A Dream Forsaken
I shall parish upon the sight of thee,
Like my eyes aflame with words I shant say.
'Tis a deadly poison the name, Mary,
For I wrote thy name in a firey grave.
I shall heed these pains that arise in me,
When thine eyes shall taunt, when I am forsaken.
To find that all I long for is thee,
And guilt from my breath is thee, awaken.
I shall parish upon the sight of thee,
A sink, dost my heart fall upon thy sight.
And the name that is bitter, Mary.
And fall to sleep to take a somber flight.
For when I hear the poisoned name, Mary,
More pains than...
Like my eyes aflame with words I shant say.
'Tis a deadly poison the name, Mary,
For I wrote thy name in a firey grave.
I shall heed these pains that arise in me,
When thine eyes shall taunt, when I am forsaken.
To find that all I long for is thee,
And guilt from my breath is thee, awaken.
I shall parish upon the sight of thee,
A sink, dost my heart fall upon thy sight.
And the name that is bitter, Mary.
And fall to sleep to take a somber flight.
For when I hear the poisoned name, Mary,
More pains than...
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