It's poem stealing time.

[Turin39789]

Inspired by another thread, for those ATOT'ers too lazy/uncreative to write a poem to their SO , post your favorite love poems that can be added to a hallmark card for those women who are not "poetically savy"


A favorite of mine

My mistress` eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips` red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow in her head.
I have seen roses damask`d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

- Shakespeare Sonnet 130

 

[Hammer]

see sig

 

[Turin39789]

Originally posted by: Hammer
see sig

argh your poem is better.

Here's another longer poem, though no one seems interested

Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;

So to'intergraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one,
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.

As 'twixt two equal armies fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls (which to advance their state
Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me.

And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.

If any, so by love refin'd
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,

He (though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same)
Might thence a new concoction take
And part far purer than he came.

This ecstasy doth unperplex,
We said, and tell us what we love;
We see by this it was not sex,
We see we saw not what did move;

But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again
And makes both one, each this and that.

A single violet transplant,
The strength, the colour, and the size,
(All which before was poor and scant)
Redoubles still, and multiplies.

When love with one another so
Interinanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.

We then, who are this new soul, know
Of what we are compos'd and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls. whom no change can invade.

But oh alas, so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are
The intelligences, they the spheres.

We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.

On man heaven's influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
So soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.

As our blood labors to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it can,
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot which makes us man,

So must pure lovers' souls descend
T' affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.

To'our bodies turn we then, that so
Weak men on love reveal'd may look;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.

And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.

--- John Donne The Ecstasy

 

[eakers]

where is monel funkwitz with this poem? its soooo good.

 

[Turin39789]

or this, if you are just trying to get some

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

- John Donne The flea

 

[jessicak]

Originally posted by: Turin39789
Inspired by another thread, for those ATOT'ers too lazy/uncreative to write a poem to their SO , post your favorite love poems that can be added to a hallmark card for those women who are not "poetically savy"


A favorite of mine

My mistress` eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips` red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow in her head.
I have seen roses damask`d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

- Shakespeare Sonnet 130

That is definitely not a love poem that one should give to their SO.

 

[Stratum9]

Well if you want to quote Shakespear to your SO, then try this one from Hamlet:

Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?...Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.

 

[Turin39789]

Originally posted by: jessicak

Originally posted by: Turin39789
Inspired by another thread, for those ATOT'ers too lazy/uncreative to write a poem to their SO , post your favorite love poems that can be added to a hallmark card for those women who are not "poetically savy"


A favorite of mine

My mistress` eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips` red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow in her head.
I have seen roses damask`d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

- Shakespeare Sonnet 130

That is definitely not a love poem that one should give to their SO.

It's a great poem, it basically says, im not going to lie to you and make stuff up to please you, he is just refuting the hyperbole in other poems of the day. he is saying he loves her for who she is and is lucky to have her.

 

[Turin39789]

this thread is why they shouldnt allow me to have my copy of nortons anthology of english literature to distract me from my calls here at work

 

[EyeMWing]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
All my base
Are belong to you

:heart: :heart: :heart:


I think the credits for that one go to some wanker on bash.org

 

[Maetryx]

Beauty is in the body of the beheld.

 

[sash1]

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa
perfusus liquidis urget odoribus
grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
cui flavem religas comam

simplex munditiis? heu quotiens fidem
mutatosque deos flebit et aspera
nigris aequora ventis
emirabitur insolens,

qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,
qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem
sperat, nescius aurea
fallacis. miseri, quibus

intemptata nites. me tabula sacer
votiva paries indicat uvida
suspendisse potenti
vestimenta maris deo.

--Horaced Ode 1.5

The latin is cool. I translated this recently, cool poem.

 

[EyeMWing]

Originally posted by: Kauru
Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa
perfusus liquidis urget odoribus
grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?
cui flavem religas comam

simplex munditiis? heu quotiens fidem
mutatosque deos flebit et aspera
nigris aequora ventis
emirabitur insolens,

qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,
qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem
sperat, nescius aurea
fallacis. miseri, quibus

intemptata nites. me tabula sacer
votiva paries indicat uvida
suspendisse potenti
vestimenta maris deo.

--Horaced Ode 1.5

The latin is cool. I translated this recently, cool poem.

Showoff. Besides, this is probably somthing like what I do to people with the Rammstein song Zwitter. I get them horribly addicted and then show them the translation. MWAHAHAHHAHA.

 

[Quixfire]

Originally posted by: EyeMWing
Roses are red
Violets are blue
All my base
Are belong to you

:heart: :heart: :heart:


I think the credits for that one go to some wanker on bash.org

ROFL

 

[opticalmace]

Originally posted by: Turin39789

Originally posted by: jessicak

Originally posted by: Turin39789
Inspired by another thread, for those ATOT'ers too lazy/uncreative to write a poem to their SO , post your favorite love poems that can be added to a hallmark card for those women who are not "poetically savy"


A favorite of mine

My mistress` eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips` red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow in her head.
I have seen roses damask`d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

- Shakespeare Sonnet 130

That is definitely not a love poem that one should give to their SO.

It's a great poem, it basically says, im not going to lie to you and make stuff up to please you, he is just refuting the hyperbole in other poems of the day. he is saying he loves her for who she is and is lucky to have her.

You're absolutely retarded if you think a girl will be impressed with this.

For 90% of the poem, he points out her flaws and how unimpressive she is, and then finally implies she's dimwitted, so far as she had been involved in false love.

That poem is for Shakespeare himself.



But hey, try it on your SO...

 

[opticalmace]

Originally posted by: Stratum9
Well if you want to quote Shakespear to your SO, then try this one from Hamlet:

Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?...Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.

LMFAO

 

[djheater]

As a lay-scholar of the sonnets I sincerely suggest you reconsider.
For valentines, may i reccomend sonnet 29:

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.

That'll boost the ego of just about anyone.

 

[Tinkerhell]

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