new poems... my philosophy class allows me to be quite creative

Recognizable Heart

You are beautiful beyond recognition
it matters not
if your hair is tied
in blue ribbons and barrettes
it matters not
if your clothes are crisp
or clean or new

It just doesn't matter to me
if you morph into someone
that my eyes have never seen

for your beauty lies
between your mind and soul
in the place called heart

you could gray
and wrinkle
lose hair
gain weight
and your beauty would remain

Here's one of my own....


Uncertain

Scattered
In dry desert land
Will I ever take root,
find what I thirst for,
find the light that fills my needs?

I've been thrown
carelessly into the wind
not knowing if I will be ok,
if I will get lost among the torny tumble weed
that roll and roll and roll
from one flat desolate place to another

A small seed uncertain
tentative among the future...
this is all I am
Am I small enough to hope?
Or am I too far gone in this uncertainity?

This is my favorite poem be Pablo Neruda... i just recently rediscovered it... isn't that one of the greatest feeling... rediscover art that made you feel intense once...

this one is for Sarah

Pablo Neruda
xx
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write for example, 'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her.
To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all.

In the distance someone is singing.
In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's.
She will be another's.
Like my kisses before.

Her voice.
Her bright body.
Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.