Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the chuông, bell toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now hoặc nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid cái dá, bội, bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The requiem how be sung
bởi you- bởi yours, the evil eye, bởi yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young ?"
Peccavimus, but rave not thus ! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.
"Avaunt ! avaunt ! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!
Let no chuông, bell toll, then, lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth !
And I! tonight my tim, trái tim is light ! No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the Angel on her flight with a Paean of old days !"
Across the spreading darkness cold,
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I Kiss her Nữ hoàng băng giá cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
bởi morning, I will be gone.
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.
The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.
Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.
Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.
I kneel beside her body still,
I Kiss her Nữ hoàng băng giá cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.
But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
bởi morning, I will be gone.
This is a little poem I wrote. I wrote it from my heart, mind, body, and soul. I hope bạn like it. bình luận if bạn can. :)
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
bạn were supposed to be a father to me.
bạn were supposed to tình yêu me.
bạn were supposed to care.
Yet, bạn didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to tình yêu their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
bạn were supposed to be a father to me.
bạn were supposed to tình yêu me.
bạn were supposed to care.
Yet, bạn didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to tình yêu their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An giờ to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
hoặc the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that năm bởi year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
chịu, gấu through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An giờ to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
hoặc the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that năm bởi year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
chịu, gấu through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
"Grains of sand slip through your hands..."
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would bạn do?
Would bạn cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
hoặc go into silence until the very end...
Would bạn tình yêu the ones bạn hate the most hoặc be the person bạn hide?
Would bạn pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would bạn try and keep the sun from setting as your last ngày ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else bạn say as bạn close your eyes.
"Test the sea rising at your feet, how far can you go..."
"Let the rain falling on your face, run into your eyes. Can you see the rainbow now, through the stormy skies?"
When bạn stare into my eyes
What do bạn see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and hiển thị the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with Những người bạn and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do bạn see that in my eyes?
Do bạn see me?
It's amazing what bạn can hide
Just bởi putting on a smile.
What do bạn see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and hiển thị the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with Những người bạn and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do bạn see that in my eyes?
Do bạn see me?
It's amazing what bạn can hide
Just bởi putting on a smile.
All My Fault
bởi Cody Herman
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy courses through my body
Rage I never knew existed
I stumble around dizzily
I know I shouldn't have insisted
We were laughing together
The ngày started out great
We could have lasted forever
hoặc maybe it was just fate
Deep inside my heart
I know that I was wrong
We shouldn't have part
Just when we got along
So where does the blame go?
Is it to me hoặc to you?
How could I have stooped so low?
When was it I withdrew?
The blame is on me
The troubles are mine
To the air I plea
I knew it wasn't time
It could have worked out
We would have been fine
It would have been without
All because of the tình yêu line
bởi Cody Herman
ngọn lửa, chữa cháy courses through my body
Rage I never knew existed
I stumble around dizzily
I know I shouldn't have insisted
We were laughing together
The ngày started out great
We could have lasted forever
hoặc maybe it was just fate
Deep inside my heart
I know that I was wrong
We shouldn't have part
Just when we got along
So where does the blame go?
Is it to me hoặc to you?
How could I have stooped so low?
When was it I withdrew?
The blame is on me
The troubles are mine
To the air I plea
I knew it wasn't time
It could have worked out
We would have been fine
It would have been without
All because of the tình yêu line
As bạn go turn out your light
The shadows come out into your eyesight
Lurking around in each corner waiting to be found
Waiting quietly trying not to make a sound
They appear in every form
The scariest ones are in a lightning storm
Some look like witches some look like goblins
They scare bạn bởi coming into your dreams
As light tries hard to come into the seams
To help bạn out with no prevail
Their tries are effortless like a ship without a sail
As the shadows lurk in and the light tiptoes out
bạn twist and turn making want to shout
So if you're weak and not strong at all
And these unreal ghouls make your skin crawl
Try getting a night light
The shadows come out into your eyesight
Lurking around in each corner waiting to be found
Waiting quietly trying not to make a sound
They appear in every form
The scariest ones are in a lightning storm
Some look like witches some look like goblins
They scare bạn bởi coming into your dreams
As light tries hard to come into the seams
To help bạn out with no prevail
Their tries are effortless like a ship without a sail
As the shadows lurk in and the light tiptoes out
bạn twist and turn making want to shout
So if you're weak and not strong at all
And these unreal ghouls make your skin crawl
Try getting a night light
