Saturday, May 09, 2009

Top 5 favorite love poems

It's been a while since I've had a chance to read poetry. I used to be a big fan of it, and also enjoyed writing some of my own. Unfortunately I don't really know why I haven't given Poetry much time or thought anymore. All my "artistic and cultural time" is spent in learning German and some Philosophy books, Poetry has long been forgotten.

So, I wanted to give a moment to remember some of my favorite English poems. I like them because they are simple and express many of the feelings that I have gone through.
I will list them in a time period, listing the year in which I identified with what the poem said. They are not showed in a Likeness order, they are showed in reference to the chronology of my Life.
5)


"After the Lunch" by Wendy Cope-
Late May 2005

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.


4)


Lover of Friend? by Liz Loxley-
March 2006

Whether I came
As lover or friend
I lacked the certainty
of a relationship.

I know we kissed
and we held hands
but lover and friends
make both demands.

We shared some wine
We shared some bread
and later on
we shared your bed.

But we shared no knowledge.
of who we were
In the social terms of
"Are he and her?"

We shared the darkness
The sounds from the street
And sometime in the night
A hand crossed the sheet.

"Halt who goes there?
Lover or friend?"
In the darkness I recognize you
As one and the same.


3)







We'll go no more a-roving
Lord Byron- late June 2006

So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast
And the hearth must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the days return too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

2)

Being Boring -Wendy Cope
March 2007
"may you live in interesting times" - Chinese curse
If you ask me "What's new?" - I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work, he gets on with his. I
know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion - I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
my vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
if you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life, I aspire
To go on and on being boring.


1)

Please Please Me - James Kelly
April-2009

Promise never to leave me
lie, cheat or otherwise deceive me
And don't run around with my best friend
it would drive me daft - clean round the bend.

If I'm bad in bed please fake it
Never tell the truth, I couldn't take it.
Don't ignore me when I greet you
and please turn up when I'm waiting to meet you.

Don't break my heart and steal my pride.
Tear me apart and kill me inside.
Because that's the day I'll turn and flee
The day you turn round and behave like me.

2 comments:

Cool Acid said...

Yo soy pésimo para la poesía.

guillermo cordova said...

terrible...
sigo pensando que el fondo eres fan de John McCain
jajajajaja

besitos