Official Coli beautiful poetry thread?

[SeveroDrgnfli]

I'm curious what people consider beautiful messages. Poetry, lyrics, speeches, lines from movies, etc. I don't want any funny shyt. Unless it's witty and cynical like Morrissey.

I'll start. I have a feeling I'm going to hear my own echo in this thread. Whatev. I love words and how people express their deepest fears, loves, and secret thoughts in verse.

Here comes the sun...
You're in my arms...
my denial keeps me on the edge, on the chance that you will stay thru the night...

Sing me to sleep, I'm tired and I want to go to bed.

Sing me to sleep and then leave me alone.

Don't try to wake me in the morning because I will be gone.

Don't feel bad for me I want you to know, deep in the cell of my heart I will feel so glad to go.

Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep I don't want to wake up on my own anymore.

Sing to me. Sing to me, I don't want to wake up on my own anymore.

There is another world there is a better world.

Well, there must be...




Bye.

 

[SeveroDrgnfli]

What we're searching for we'll never find.

And that says it all.

I hope we can make it through it the night.

I love this next one. It's been in my life for over ten years now.

Dawn's footsoldiers return to march the twilight across our faces.

Skylights ignite and explode scattering shards of april around the room.

No one even lives here....

When we extend ourselves, its only to be included in a moment that stands still.

And so often we form communities
Only to use them as exclusionary devices


And we forget that somewhere man is beside himself with grief.

And somewhere people are calling for teachers and no one's answering.

And somewhere these people are keeping records and writing a book. For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic Flaw. Or "The Book About the Letter A."
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares About Might Have"

And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of nothing the sounds of a vanishing alphabet

This might be the realest shyt ever wrote.

 

[SeveroDrgnfli]

Robert Frost is the fukking man. I love when he writes about simple shyt. He makes the mundane seem so romantic and special. After reading frost I appreciated every step I took a little more. I appreciated the little aspects of a day that make it enjoyable.

Acquainted with the Night
By Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet,

When far away, an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

 

[SeveroDrgnfli]

Bukowski is my internal voice. This is my favorite piece by him. It's called Blue Bird.

Bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

 

[SeveroDrgnfli]

Go all the way - Charles Bukowski

“If you're going to try, go all the way.

Otherwise, don't even start.

This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind.

It could mean not eating for three or four days.

It could mean freezing on a park bench.

It could mean jail.

It could mean derision.

It could mean mockery--isolation.

Isolation is the gift.
@DrX

All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.

And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.

And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.

If you're going to try, go all the way.

There is no other feeling like that.

You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.

You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.

It's the only good fight there is.
@DrX @Sagat

 

[SeveroDrgnfli]

I've never been lonely I'm the best entertainment I have.

@DrX you remind me of Bukowski breh. I think you'd love him.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day,

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average,

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody,

not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you,

and their hatred will be perfect,

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art.

 

[JayGatsby]

I wrote this a good few years ago.....standing in my kitchen,talking to my dad,its called wisdom......wisdom


Open the door, Close the door
I am so confused
LOST. In the friction of life
NO! I have never read a diction - ary in my life
Quite scary
Marry a Mary
Quite contrary, isn't it?
But me head is big with wisdom
Wisdom, Wisdom, Wisdom
Wiisssdddooommmm
Wicky-wicky-wicky-wicky-wicky-wicky-wisdom.



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