Sounds familiar

[SkeeK]

I must... we must
never stop watching the sky with hands in our pockets,
stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut,
stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
and my voice will scratch to yell many more,
But
Before I spill the things I mean to hide away
or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty;
crouch down
and scrawl my name
with yours
in wet cement.

If only I could ever write something that beautiful

 

[Laura M]

I consider this a beautifully written poem- this should go in DOL but meh

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.