Citatepedia^®.com

Yesterday’s Loves

Our yesterday’s loves are our today’s memories
of things that were never meant to be.
The dreams that flickered
and faded like a dying candle light.

Our yesterday’s loves are all gone now
leaving no trace they had ever been
except within the flickering pages
of our memory.

We have climbed many mountains
and they became lost from view.
Our young hearts were fickle then
in those far of days of our youth.

poem by David Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

You Make Me Cry

You make me cry
This exquisite pain
I must deny
Though to my death
It runs through my vein
With every breath
Again and again.

I whisper
'Hold your head high'
But collapse in a lonely room
In my chosen doom
I will lie
Forever.

Your words of love
Like fickle wind
Departed.
With your promise
On a breeze.

[...] Read more

poem by Kevin East
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Man And Woman

Man - delusive
Woman, elusive
He feigns what he is not.
She fails to see what she is.
While he holds some charisma,
She remains an enigma.
He is steered by the head.
She, powered by the heart
He stamps
And
She struts,
When over ridden by pride
He oft gallops on the mare
And she wades through the mire.
He stings if angered.
She stoops if cajoled.
He is a sickle,
When she is so fickle

But Man and Woman together build life.

poem by Valsa George
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Peace

Peace is not sleep of mind
But a form of suppressed war,
Ever warring against lust of martyrdom,
And the mind lost in stray thoughts
And a fickle heart fat with stray devotion.
Peace like charity starts at home,

And is of the nature of conquest,
Conquering first desire on evil bent
As the acid test of manhood,
That no battle has ever known.
No less than war
Peace has its own victories,

Short of which man has nothing.

poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Hero

My hero is no hero at all.
My hero silently walks these empty halls.
As I falter…
As I fall…
My hero continues to walk these silent…empty halls,
These halls are windows into my hell.
Servants of Baal…
Here they dwell.
Frozen inequities… How fickle they are to me
My hero possesses no qualities at all.
My hero…has virtues but none known well
My hero only protects his respect.
My hero… is no hero at all.

poem by Juxtaposed Jealousy
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Love's Phantom

SHUT out day's wintry beams!
Sleep, brood upon my brain!
For sweet sleep bringeth dreams
And love again!
Love cold and wan and sere
Heaped over with tears and snows;
Lo, born within its bier,
Blooms like a rose!

Its fragrance fills each vein,
Its fervour flushes my heart,
I feel through breast and brain
Its rapturous smart;
The look, the tone, the deep
Supreme smile of delight:
Ah, fickle as love, false sleep,
Why take thy flight?

poem by Mathilde Blind
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Fickle Summer

Fickle Summer's fled away,
Shall we see her face again?
Hearken to the weeping rain,
Never sunbeam greets the day.

More inconstant than the May,
She cares nothing for our pain,
Nor will hear the birds complain
In their bowers that once were gay.

Summer, Summer, come once more,
Drive the shadows from the field,
All thy radiance round thee fling,
Be our lady as of yore;
Then the earth her fruits shall yield,
Then the morning stars shall sing.

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Who IS in the FOG

Whenever Fog comes and roams about
In her whitish bulk I feel some doubt.

I feel some unheard footsteps
Follow me without stops.

They neither come near
Nor they go too far.

Perhaps it is some past memory
Or the dead days ghost hoary.

Or my own fickle fancy
Or peaceful Fog's discrepancy.

Never alone I feel in this earthly cloud
Surrounded by an endless crowd.

Fog is the dispersion of my memories
Or a noise of my soul's silent cries.

poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Wind In Mountain Dusk

It couldn't whistle
as nature's wind
whirling shadowed dust
for breathing and disappearing

It couldn't be
as proverbial evil wind
straying fickle-minded
faith believers

It couldn't hiss
the leaves of the pines;
pushing oceans waves
into storms

Confusing, now, but it's not
to chase the wind
in mountain dusk
here in biographical track
transforming wind into dreams

[...] Read more

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Best Friends

She is softly spoken
this clouded thunderstruck even

tenses aside she glides

providing comfort
guidance eye

ears encompassing wide she

as no other
immaculate clarity
intimate weather advisory
providing

one hand over mine
fickle hear racing

other about shudder
stuttering

[...] Read more

poem by Randy Resh
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!