Favorite Poems & Sonnets

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, 
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd.
And every fair from fair sometime declines, 
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow 'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow 'st.
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

--  W. Shakespeare .. Sonnet 18

 

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The following poems were written by Joel Simourd, a good friend of mine from university. I think they're really well written, so I want to share them with you.

 

Forgive

What is it that people ask?
Why do we condemn the passive and the passion?
We denounce love while lust is an obsession.
It is so difficult.
Why?

We hurt, love and hate so much and so many
Sometimes without knowledge.
While we are each a day closer to death and solitude.
Can we forgive those who love us?
Can we forget those who don't?
Who?

We pretend so much. We like little and love less.
Can the fault me fixed? Let's pray and hope.
Are passion, love and lust real or
Just supplied for effect?
Will the pain and depression ever cease?
When?

Tis extreme and intense.
Can we understand?
I implore the forgive.

 

Love??

Tis a very deep and dangerous body
To which I read.
Can I walk without presence or conviction?
Am I worthy?

Is this honour owed to me or owed of me?
Alas, tis not for me to question but to endure.
Dear God what is it you'll have me do?

This is not my horror, but a symphony of
Agony and regret.
Yet I could never regret.

Who shall be my beacon
In this I call a storm?
Shall it be the one I want?
It seems infinite yet pointless.

Could these be the ramblings of madman,
or the resin of my life?
To regret would mean death.

 

For My Lust

Why do you pull me so close,
That I can feel your breath and taste your lips,
Only to push me so far away
That I don't even remember your name.

You return and draw me in again,
Every time I think that you have accepted me.
Or is it you?
I think that you will never let me go.
So why don't you hold me and never let me go?

You've hurt me more than anything I've ever known,
More than anything I could know.
I can not be hurt again as it would be more than
I could endure.
You are my divine decadence.

Is everything easier for you now?
Are you still afraid; are you still running?
A piece of me has died; say goodbye.
You never let me say goodbye.
I say it to myself every now and then.

I used to think it was me but now I know
It was you.
I can let you go and live in my own purgatory.
If you ask me if lust is worth it I tell you
That sometimes it is all you ever get.
This illusion was created for me not by me.

 

For My Love

For all the love I pretended to give,
all the love I intended to give,
and all the love I lend and give
I have you.

Hide me; hold me; love me
Kiss me as if I have never been
Kissed before.
Kiss me as if all others were
Just something I had created.

For the love of one can never be matched.

For all the love I needed to give,
all the love I wanted to give,
and all the love I was supposed to give
I have you.

Just hold my hand and kiss me only
You would and as only you could.

Give me my absolution
For you are my solution,
For you are my love.

 

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My Struggle

My flesh is a prison
Keeping me inside
Cannot escape
Cannot survive

My arms bear the scars
Of futile attempts
To free myself
From this eternal torment

What you see on the surface
Is not what's within
The dark is advancing
The light growing thin

I must find a way out
And I must find it quick
For if I stall anymore
I'll just be another statistic

Love I know not
Hate I know well
They are starting to look the same
I just can't tell

I dream of a world
Where my heart is not black
But I fear I've crossed the line
And there's no turning back

You must understand
That what you see is not real
It is only a shadow
To hide what I feel

Nobody can see my pain
The same as I do
From the time I awake
Till the whole day is through

My flesh is a prison
Keeping me inside
The key thrown away
And no where to find.

- Aaron Witt

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