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Dandelion  je objavio 11.1.2011 16:29 | 1462 odgovora u temi

Stihovi velikih i malih pjesnika..

Igra rijecima....do najljepsih stihova...

 

angelpie
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angelpie je objavio 28.8.2012 11:42

proći ću blizu  tebe
i srce će mi se umiriti
u očekivanju
tvoga šapta
kad u smiraju dana
i nadolazeće večeri
zamislim sve slike
i odvrtim život kao film
izrezujući samo one kadrove
kad bijah s tobom

secret_life63
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secret_life63 je objavio 29.8.2012 21:22

 

 

I Love You Because

 

 

 

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

 

I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart, and passing over all the foolish and frivolous and weak things which you cannot help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful, radiant belongings, that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.

 

I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool and weakling in me, and for laying firm hold on the possibilities of good in me. I love you for closing your eyes to the discords in me, and for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.

 

I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern but a Temple, and of the words of my every day not a reproach but a song.

 

I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy. You have done it just by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means after all.

 

 

                                                                      Love Poems - Jeremy Taylor

 

secret_life63
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secret_life63 je objavio 29.8.2012 21:40

 

                   

 

Because you love me

 

 

Because you love me, I have found
New joys that were not mine before;
New stars have lightened up my sky
With glories growing more and more.
Because you love me I can rise
To the heights of fame and realms of power;
Because you love me I may learn

 

The highest use of every hour.

 

Because you love me I can choose
To look through your dear eyes and see
Beyond the beauty of the Now
Far onward to Eternity.

 

Because you love me I can wait
With perfect patience well possessed;
Because you love me all my life
Is circled with unquestioned rest;
Yes, even Life and even Death
is all unquestioned and all blest.

 

                   


Poem from -  Pall Mall Magazine

 

 

                   

princess_sea
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princess_sea je objavio 29.8.2012 21:52

 

              

 

The man that I love

  

 

The man that I love is a little of a child,
with a wide smile, and a tender look.


He has the word of a thousand men, wise, and intelligent.
The man that I love fears nothing,
but when he loves me, his whole body trembles.


Insaciable in his desires for adventure,
his hands are strong, yet soft and pure.


The man that I love knows that I love him
He takes me into his arms and I forget everything;
He is my reason, my very sun.


The man that I love knows what I love,
although he goes far away, he always returns to me
The man that I love, knows that I love him.


And I love him wildly, and he is mine
The man that I love always knows everything
He knows of anger, but doesn't understand revenge.


He fixes everything through his wisdom,
Just by looking at me, he makes me happy.


The man that I love is always alive in my mind,
He's my only idol among so many people,
He makes a festival with my loose hair,
He's the theif of my dreams, owner of my very soul.


The man that I love knows that I love him
He takes me in his arms and he fulfills my life
as no one has ever done.


             


                          Love and Romance Poem  

                         - Translated from a Spanish song


             


 

secret_life63
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secret_life63 je objavio 29.8.2012 22:19 | odgovor na princess_sea

                   

 

Iz kojeg si svijeta...  



iz kojeg si svijeta
iz kojeg cvijeta dolazis
zasto nisi kao i ove druge zene
koje prodju kao sjene
cija se ni imena ne pamte
ciji se dodiri usana zaborave
s prvim jutrom

iz koje si ti ljubavi
iz koje knjige
iz kojeg romana
kad mi tako bez ikakvog plana
bez namjere
srce lomis na djelove
i noci mi pretvaras u dane

koja si ti zena
kad mi pola zivota u tebe stane
zbog koje zalim
sve ovo sto prebrzo ide
sto su jeseni blize
i sto mi se suze vide prvi puta

jedino si s neba mogla doci
jer druge putove poznam
i na njima sam s drugima bio sam

iz kojeg si svijeta
iz kojeg cvijeta nosis taj miris
da te volim
i nikad ne prebolim


 

                      Željko Krznarić

                     


melankol
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melankol je objavio 29.8.2012 22:26

Bol i stopala ogulili su kore

došao sam doma 

u cik cak zore.

secret_life63
Broj postova: 1346
secret_life63 je objavio 29.8.2012 22:34



S a n


 

Neka te ne uznemiri neobičan početak pjesme,

pričat ću ti, mila, o snu koji u meni noću šeta,

vatri što me jutrom budi i miru koji osjećam,

dok u svakom koraku stiha idem prema tebi.

 

Baš kad se mjesec ušeće u sobu priđe mi san,

a ti se nevidljiva zamakneš iza prozirne zavjese,

uz hladan zid prošećeš, nosiš sunce na ramenu

i paziš da me obris tvoga pokreta ne uznemiri.

 

U tom trenu ispod krova moga uspavanog tijela,

samim rubom umornog oka u misli krišom legneš,

ozarena lica prekriješ moj osmjeh i poljupcima

tiho otjeraš maglu sa mojih nemirnih ravnica.

 

Zatim se starom mišlju primakneš mome tijelu

i s rijekom osjećaja spustiš prema ušću strasti.

Tu me tvoja ruka poput sutona k sebi primi

i u odsjaju pijeska školjku bjelinom ponudi.

 

Kad vrt procvjeta ti poda mnom dolinu otvoriš,

pa me njenim poljima i proplancima mamiš,

kako se primičem sve bliže vidicima strasti,

to se san kao vjetar u meni pokreće i mijenja.

 

Ništa tada ne osjećam preko nježnih proplanaka,

osim tvoga mekog tijela i mojih uzavrelih dodira

i odjednom shvaćam da sam sa snom u tvome biću,

da to moja rastopljena duša u tvom tijelu sanja.

 

Presretnog i blaženog me budiš, odlaziš s jutrom,

ja se dižem i mir svoj s javom na počinak spremam.

Vatra koju ispod mojih vjeđa ostavljaš gori u sobi,

a svaki ugasli plam tada u meni novu želju rađa


                                                   Zal Kopp

 


secret_life63
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secret_life63 je objavio 4.9.2012 22:12

 

 

Večeras neću bez ljubavi zaspati




Večeras ne smijem zaspati bez ljubavi,
ostavila si ptice i njihov glas u meni,
a prije polaska obećala mi u vazi lišće.
Izbrojio sam šume svih kontinenata,
bit će najljepši park na našoj postelji,
i pozdravit ću sve to ubrano lišće,
kad šuštanjem donese bjelinu tijela.

Večeras ne želim zaspati bez ljubavi,
topli je miris tvoga željenoga bića
ovio moj san vitkim bijelim rukama.
Umivam se dodirima njihove mekoće,
a ti s pticama preko na susjednom nebu,
čas očima sokove lišća nemirno sanjaš,
čas srebrnim perjem moju želju grliš.

Večeras neću zaspati bez ljubavi,
osjećam kako me kroz lišće dozivaš,
i moj pogled zaustavljaš na svom nebu.
Ponovno te srećem i ponovno imam,
usnama ljubim obrise tvoga srca,
a kiša sa tvojih krila pada na uske ulice
i donosi smirenje nad krošnje grada.

Zbog toga ne mogu zaspati bez ljubavi,
ne umijem, mila moja, bez tebe snivati,
jer tamo u gnijezdu neobične noći,
gdje tvoji poljupci dubinom postoje,
u šuštanju lišća rađaš ptice za mene
i njihovu ljubav u moju dušu slažeš.
Večeras neću bez ljubavi zaspati.



                                 Zal Kopp

 


secret_life63
Broj postova: 1346
secret_life63 je objavio 4.9.2012 22:55

 

Zudnja





Sutim i zelim te kraj sebe,

svom snagom muskarca.



Slusam, kako u meni,

besprijekornom ljepotom zene,

bujas.



Zudim za tobom,

zlatno nasmijanom,

jer si njezna

i moje tijelo iznutra ljubis.



U meni,

u mom tijelu uzdises,

kao zena,

koju oduvijek sanjam.



Lijepo i zanosno.

Pozudno.



Dva mi srca donosis

i ostavljas ih

iza mojih bijelih grudi.



Sva ponosna,

kao slavuj

sretna,

s jednim srcem pjevas,

a s drugim,

na svoje me usne polazes

i u svom zagrljaju cuvas.



Ti si moj spokoj

i volim te dotaknuti snom,

ali ipak,

najvise te,

kao vatru

uzivam.



Tvoj korak,

tvoj oblik,

tvoj miris,

i blagost tvoga bica,

to su moja vatra

i moja voda,

moj zrak i moja zemlja.



I takvu te iskrenu,

dok me, u svoje tijelo,

naga primas,

volim svake noci

i u sebi,

svom snagom muskarca

zelim.





                     Zal Kopp

 

 

secret_life63
Broj postova: 1346
secret_life63 je objavio 4.9.2012 23:16

 

 

Bistri zanos ljubavi

 



Rujan je nedavno stigao
i pokušava smiriti preplanule poglede,
ali ugasle krošnje bujnog kolovoza
ne miruju na našim oblim bokovima,
još podsjećaju na boje ljeta.
Presavijeni pod strukom mjesečine,
mila moja, bistri zanosu,
sjajan smo primjer ljubavi,
jer dišemo u crvenoj strasti usana
i dijelimo uzdahe toplinom duše.
Toliko je sunca u nama
za blaženu mekoću naših prstiju,
toliko dobrih razloga ugaslog ljeta,
da se bezbrižno milujemo tijelima,
i kako našem biću dolikuje,
jedno drugo služimo ljubavnički.
Sad kad su naša tijela zajedno,
s vatrom i vodom spojena,
reci mi, najdraža moja,
moje biće u tvom srcu,
služi li te dovoljno?


Osjećaš li kako nas služe
blijede krošnje bujnog kolovoza
u ovom kasnom ljetu?
Ljubavi moja, bistri zanosu,
ne dopuštaju huku vjetrova
da nas pomiješa sa zagrljajima kiše.
Neće se hladni dodiri nastaniti u nama,
jer plameni preplanulih boja
podrhtavaju u našem pogledu,
i zrno neba tkaju u naše grudi.
Od tankog vrata, mila moja,
sve do pučine otvorenih prepona
kristalnim kapima ognja gorimo,
a naša nestrpljiva požuda
vrelinom užarenih usana ljubi
topli miris meke kože.
Sad kad naša tijela postaju jedno,
s vatrom i vodom spojena,
osjećaš li, najdraža moja,
kako te moje biće
u tvom srcu iskreno služi?




                            Zal Kopp

 


.... ooo,  kako te silno ljubim .... 


princess_sea
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princess_sea je objavio 5.9.2012 22:14

 

The Missing All Prevented Me

 

 

The missing all prevented me
From missing minor things.
If nothing larger than a World's
Departure from a hinge-
Or Sun's extinction, be observed-
'Twas not so large that I
Could lift my forehead from my work
For curiosity.

 

               
                 - Missing You Poem
                   by Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God's residence is next to min,
His furniture is love.



               - Emily Dickinson

 

princess_sea
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princess_sea je objavio 5.9.2012 22:24 | odgovor na secret_life63

 

 

I Think of You  And Miss You

 

 

How could fate have separated us?
I think of you and miss you.


I think of your warm and inviting smile
Of the laughter that now brings tears
And I miss you.


I think of your small body wrapped in my arms
Of the hands that caressed your hair
And I miss you.


I think of evenings in front of a fire
Of hot chicken soup now gone cold
And I miss you.


I think of you bravely waving good bye
Of the way you walked out of my sight
And I miss you.


I think of lessons you have taught me
Of the promises I keep
And I miss you.

 

              
                 - Missing You Love Poem
                   by Peter Stavropoulos

 

 

 

Love is missing someone whenever you're
apart, but somehow feeling warm inside
because you're close in heart.

                                

                                - Kay Knudsen

 


princess_sea
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princess_sea je objavio 7.9.2012 21:58 | odgovor na secret_life63

 

 

Zajedno ćemo svući tijela

 

 


Ne guši krik poljupcima
Pusti glas
Pusti glas u noć
Neka misle da radjamo se
Neka misle da umiremo
Udahni me
Svu me udahni
Popij
Do dna
Do dna dna
Zajedno ćemo svući tijela
I smijat ćemo se
I smijat ćemo se i plakati



Zajedno



Još samo malo
Još samo malo se drži
Za moje ruke od svjetla

 

 

Enes Kišević & Love me with all Your Heart & Majino


 


secret_life63
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secret_life63 je objavio 16.9.2012 23:18

 

 

Love is like a butterfly

 

 

  

Love is like a butterfly
in so many, many ways.
It brings a bit of sunshine
even on gloomy days.

It makes our souls feel lighter
just to know it's there
And gives our spirits wings,
as if floating in the air.

It carries us to places
that we never knew before
And comes in many sizes,
shapes and hues galore.

Once we've seen it,
we wish to hold onto it so tight
But like a frail butterfly,
we must allow it free flight,

For if we should try
to cage it up
and hold it in a pen,
We'll surely crush its wings,
and it'll never fly again.

To keep that love glowing
in our hearts each day,
We must remember
always to give some of it away.

Every little bit we give
to someone else to share
Comes back tenfold,
and we've so much to spare.

Put your love
on gossamer wings,
and give it flight;
It will return to you,
and bring you much delight.


                                

                                   - Unknown


 

 

 

The butterfly counts
not months but moments,
and has time enough.


     - Rabindranath Tagore

 

 

Love is like a butterfly
it goes where it pleases
and pleases where it goes.


                       - Unknown