Fluttering by
High in the sky
A butter fly dances
A bird prances
A fire fly twirls
A dragon fly swirls
A dove from above
Falls in love
Swimming with motion
Down in the ocean
A turtle glides
A manta ray slides
A shark swishes
A fish kisses
Its love,
A dove
-Poem by Amira
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Frozen Fire
My heart of ice.
My heart of ice…
Always gets taken away by the cold.
Whoever I love.
Their passion shows.
But I cant handle it.
The fire with in them.
Burns me up.
And I am Alone.
-Poem by Amira
My heart of ice…
Always gets taken away by the cold.
Whoever I love.
Their passion shows.
But I cant handle it.
The fire with in them.
Burns me up.
And I am Alone.
-Poem by Amira
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Alone by Edger Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
-Poem by Edger Allan Poe
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
-Poem by Edger Allan Poe
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