Poetry I wrote you some flowers

Do you remember that
old dancer who
danced for
you?
He had holes in
the soles of
his shoes
but
He loved to dance
if it was
for you.
 
You never thought
You were enough
That I could never love you

yet

In the cascade of your hair
In the field of the daffodils
I find myself wanting.
 
In the cool night air
of the Wabash River
I like to write about flowers

When they're finally there
Growing by the Wabash River
Part of me grows back too.

In my mind,
I can dance among the roses
and the violets
and the spring beauties
and the daffodils
although they wilted long ago.

My Rose
Your thorns too sharp

My Violet
Your too-shattered heart

My Spring Beauty
Too young to know

My Daffodil
Too soon to go.
 
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows calling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

--

by Sara Teasdale
 
Tawny paints on memory's canvas:
Scenes that I hold dear.
I recall them in days after;
clearly they appear.
A vision fair I see:
I know there'll always be
The moonlight fair tonight upon the Wabash;
From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay.
Through the sycamores, the candlelights are gleaming
on the banks of the Wabash far away.

Life is slow down by the river,
Gentle in its pace.
Still, all of these years later,
I can't forget her face.
Though years have passed for me
I know there'll always be
The moonlight fair tonight upon the Wabash;
From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay.
Through the sycamores, the candlelights are gleaming
on the banks of the Wabash far away.
 
I beat against the waves
with weathered hands
and broken oars
but I keep rowing
as I sing you to sleep.

The ocean is cold and empty
and beats me back
like a broken heart
but I keep rowing
as I see your face in the sunshine.

You're across the ocean
and I'll never reach you
rowing with broken oars
but I keep rowing
as long as you're in my heart.
 
I beat against the waves
with weathered hands
and broken oars
but I keep rowing
as I sing you to sleep.

The ocean is cold and empty
and beats me back
like a broken heart
but I keep rowing
as I see your face in the sunshine.

You're across the ocean
and I'll never reach you
rowing with broken oars
but I keep rowing
as long as you're in my heart.
That is so pretty
 
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There’s a rainbow singing harmony of the Wabash
in that tender I III IV
and in those low low basslines
which hum like the wind on the water.
 
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Hey, just making sure y'all know there are no girls allowed on this thread. If you are a girl and you are looking at this thread know that you are stinky and have germs.
 
this is an affront to everything I have created in all media
I am a failure as an artist and as a human being
 
I can't trust a single word from the person who gave a like react to me posting the lyrics to Old Town Road
 
I am enjoying your output and excited to see how your craft evolves.
You can trust my opinion. Or not. I'm a failure not a cop.
 
The moonlight serenade
Over Columbian Park
Is soft and sweet

It’s filled
With the harmonies of the dead
And the memories of the past

But they’re gentle
And warm
Flowing through the streets with the wind
Glowing through the clouds with the moon.
 
i haven't checked on this thread in a while... damn, i love your stuff. idk why it's just... easy for me to read, and it's kinda calming. keep it up you amazing bastard!
 
When I'm there along the Wabash
I can smell her perfume
And feel her hand in mine

When I'm there along the Wabash
She's there, possessing me with her perfume
And once again, she's mine

It's there along the Wabash
Though it's the scent of the flowers
Of her Puerto Rico home

It's there along the Wabash
I can smell the flowers
And once again, I'm home.
 
i can show you the world
shining, shimmering, splendid
tell me, Jerry, now when did
you last let your heart decide?

i can open your eyes
take you wonder by wonder
over, sideways, and under
on a magic carpet ride

a whole new world
a new fantastic point of view
there's no-one to tell Jerry no
or where Jerry goes
or if he's only dreaming

a whole new world
a dazzling place Jerry never knew
but when he's way up here
it's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with Jerry

unbelievable sights
indescribable feeling
soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
through an endless diamond sky

a whole new world
don't you dare close your eyes
a hundred thousand things for Jerry to see
hold your breath - it gets better
Jerry's like a shooting star
Jerry's come so far
Jerry can't go back to where Jerry used to be

a whole new world
every turn a surprise
with new horizons to pursue
every moment red-letter

Jerry'll chase them anywhere
there's time to spare
let Jerry share this whole new world with you

a whole new world
that's where you'll be
a thrilling chase
a wondrous place
for you and Jerry

i love you Jerry <3
 

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