Poems I Collected and/or Made

Here Are the Poems I collected.

Free Verse
“My Heart”
Words: Uriel

It was that day,
It was that night,
It was that moment,
In our life.
That day told me,
“You were the one,”
That night I knew
You would be mine.

When it is day,
I think of you,
And at night,
My dream is you.
You are my day,
You are my night,
You kill the solitude of my heart.

“People Say”
Words: Uriel

People say,
That love and hate,
Walk along the same way.
You may love,
You may hate,
The same person in a day.

I have loved you since that day,
When I found you in my way.
After loving you so long,
All the way without parole,
Not my heart,
Not my soul,
Has ever hated you at all.

People say,
That love and hate,
Walk along the same way.
You may love,
You may hate,
The same person in a day.

I love you since then,
I love you more today.
When you love the way I do,
No hatred may ever come through.

Words: Thomas Hood
Source: www.theholidayspot.com
“I Love Thee”

I love thee, I love thee,
'Tis all that I can say;
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.




Lyrics
Lyric: “Love and Marriage”
Source: www.sing365.com
Writer(s): Cahn/van Heusen

Love and marriage, love and marriage
They Go together like a horse and carriage
This I tell you brother
You can't have one without the other

Love and marriage, love and marriage
It's an institute you can't disparage
Ask the local gentry
And they will say it's elementary

Try, try, try to separate them
It's an illusion
Try, try, try, and you will only come
To this conclusion

Love and marriage, love and marriage
They go together like the horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can't have one, you can't have none, you can't have one without the other!

Try, try, try to separate them
It's an illusion
Try, try, try, and you will only come
To this conclusion

Love and marriage, love and marriage
They go together like the horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can't have one, you can't have none, you can't have one without the other!

No Sir!

“Everybody Loves Somebody”
Writer(s): Taylor/Lane
Source:http://www.lyricsfreak.com

Everybody loves somebody sometime
Everybody falls in love somehow
Something in your kiss just told me
My sometime is now

Everybody finds somebody someplace
There's no telling where love may appear
Something in my heart keeps saying
My someplace is here

If I had it in my power
I would arrange for every girl to have your charms
Then every minute, every hour
Every boy would find what I found in your arms

Everybody loves somebody sometime
And although my dreams were overdue
Your love made it all worth waiting
For someone like you

If I had it in my power
I would arrange for every girl to have your charms
Then every minute, every hour
Every boy would find what I found in your arms

Everybody loves somebody sometime
And although my dreams were overdue
Your love made it all worth waiting
For someone like you

“Crazy Little Thing Called Love”
Source:http://www.lyricsfreak.com
Words and music by Freddie Mercury

This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love
It cries
In a cradle all night
It swings
It jives
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby
She knows how to Rock'n'Roll
She drives my crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool relax get hip!
Get on my track
Take a back seat
Hitch hike
And take a long long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

I gotta be cool relax get hip!
Get on my track
Take a back seat
Hitch hike
And take a long long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby
She knows how to Rock'n'Roll
She drives my crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool relax get hip!
Get on my track
Take a back seat
Hitch hike
And take a long, long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love


Sonnets
“Let Me Not to Marriage of True Minds Admit Impediments”
Words: William Shakespeare
Source: www.sonnets.org
English Sonnet

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

My Heart's Love Is a Miser, and His Hoard”
Words: John Barlas
Source: www.sonnets.org
Italian Sonnet

My heart's love is a miser, and his hoard
Gold coins of memory, that bear for print
My lady's effigy stamped at love's own mint
In various posture: words, too, that record
Her praises and Love's power as sovereign lord
Of me and man by God's grace: which, by dint
Of boundless usury and narrow stint,
Lie in my secret heart securely stored.
Ah when in silent night the door is fast
And privacy assured, with what sweet greed
I draw them forth from their close hiding-place
And count my treasures!--joys earned in the past
And saved forever, precious word and deed,
And untold fabulous riches of her grace.


“Terrible Love”
Words: John Barlas
Source: www.sonnets.org
Italian Sonnet

The marriage of two murderers in the gloom
Of a dark fane to hymns of blackest night;
Before a priest who keeps his hands from sight
Hidden away beneath his robe of doom,
Lest any see the flowers of blood that bloom
For gems upon the fingers, red on white;
The while far up in domes of dizzy height
The trumpets of the organ peal and boom:
Such is our love. Oh sweet delicious lips
From which I fancy all the world's blood drips!
Oh supple waist, pale cheek, and eyes of fire,
Hard little breasts and white gigantic hips,
And blue-black hair with serpent coils that slips
Out of my hand in hours of red desire.




Ballads

“These Do I Love "
Source: The English and Scottish Popular Ballads
Words: Eugene Field

Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate
Hid away in an oaken chest,
And a Franklin platter of ancient date
Beareth Amandy Baker's crest;
What times so ever I've been their guest,
Says I to myself in an undertone:
"Of womenfolk, it must be confessed,
These do I love, and these alone."

Well, again, in the Nutmeg State,
Dorothy Pratt is richly blest
With a relic of art and a land effete--
A pitcher of glass that's cut, not pressed.
And a Washington teapot is possessed
Down in Pelham by Marthy Stone--
Think ye now that I say in jest
"These do I love, and these alone?"

Were Hepsy Higgins inclined to mate,
Or Dorcas Eastman prone to invest
In Cupid's bonds, they could find their fate
In the bootless bard of Crockery Quest.
For they've heaps of trumpery--so have the rest
Of those spinsters whose ware I'd like to own;
You can see why I say with such certain zest,
"These do I love, and these alone."


“Scarborough Fair”
Source: Wikipedia.org
Author: unknown

BOTH:
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.

MAN:
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any seam nor needlework,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.
Ask her to do me this courtesy,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And ask for a like favour from me,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

BOTH:
Have you been to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me from one who lives there,
For he once was a true love of mine.

WOMAN:
Ask him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea-sand,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.
Ask him to plough it with a lamb's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.
Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And gather it up with a rope made of heather,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.
When he has done and finished his work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

BOTH:
If you say that you can't, then I shall reply,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try,
Or you'll never be a true love of mine.
Love imposes impossible tasks,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
But none more than any heart would ask,
I must know you're a true love of mine.


“Lovely Joan”
Source: The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs
Words: Acle Norfolk Jay

A fine young man it was indeed,
He was mounted on his milk-white steed;
He rode, he rode himself all alone,
Until he came to lovely Joan.
"Good morning to you, pretty maid."
And, "Twice good morning, sir", she said.
He gave her a wink, she rolled her eye.
Says he to himself, "I'll be there by and by."
"Oh don't you think those pooks of hay
A pretty place for us to play?
So come with me like a sweet young thing
And I'll give you my golden ring."
Then he pulled off his ring of gold.
"My pretty little miss, do this behold.
I'd freely give it for your maidenhead."
And her cheeks they blushed like the roses red.
"Give me that ring into my hand
And I will neither stay nor stand,
For this would do more good to me
Than twenty maidenheads," said she.
And as he made for the pooks of hay
She leaped on his horse and tore away.
He called, he called, but it was all in vain
Young Joan she never looked back again.
She didn't think herself quite safe,
No, not till she came to her true love's gate.
She's robbed him of his horse and ring,
And left him to rage in the meadows green.




Epitaphs
“Just as Love in Life Can Lessen Pain”
Book of Epitaphs
Words: Barry Tailor

Just as love in life can lessen pain,
Even more it soothes the pain of death.
For you our love must come and go like rain;
For me it is my heart, my word, my breath.


Words: Edgar Brown
Book of Epitaphs
“Never Dies”

To live in the hearts of those we love is never to die.

Words: Wyatt Earp
Book of Epitaphs
“The Value of Love”

Nothing’s So Sacred As Honor
And
Nothing’s So Loyal As Love