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Aya Matsuura - "Overwhelming Love"

It seems I've gotten used to
Being all alone on weekends
There's even days when
I don't think about you

Every day I spend just waiting
Is unbearably long
I put a lid on my feelings
And waited for the dawn

I don't want you to forget
How much you loved me
Or that there were days that you cried
And said you wanted to protect me

You loved me so much
And you were so kind
I don't want that to be a memory
I want to go back to that time

I hear the sound of the clock on the wall
As I decorate my room with flowers
I close my eyes
And give myself over to the silence

All the days
I spent just waiting
Gave me loneliness
Coupled with a little bit of pride

I'll remember after this
How much you loved me
It's not easy to put away
There's still a warmth left

I know now that
No matter how much I love you
Or how much I care for you
You'll never know

I'll remember after this
How much you loved me
There's still a warmth left
In safely putting it away

I know now that
No matter how much I love you
Or how much I care for you
You'll never know

My love is overwhelming
A love that will never fade

 

 

I love this song :( I used to play it in the car with my ex bf and it reminds me of him a lot </3

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Aya Matsuura - "Overwhelming Love"

It seems I've gotten used to

Being all alone on weekends

There's even days when

I don't think about you

Every day I spend just waiting

Is unbearably long

I put a lid on my feelings

And waited for the dawn

I don't want you to forget

How much you loved me

Or that there were days that you cried

And said you wanted to protect me

You loved me so much

And you were so kind

I don't want that to be a memory

I want to go back to that time

I hear the sound of the clock on the wall

As I decorate my room with flowers

I close my eyes

And give myself over to the silence

All the days

I spent just waiting

Gave me loneliness

Coupled with a little bit of pride

I'll remember after this

How much you loved me

It's not easy to put away

There's still a warmth left

I know now that

No matter how much I love you

Or how much I care for you

You'll never know

I'll remember after this

How much you loved me

There's still a warmth left

In safely putting it away

I know now that

No matter how much I love you

Or how much I care for you

You'll never know

My love is overwhelming

A love that will never fade

 

 

I love this song :( I used to play it in the car with my ex bf and it reminds me of him a lot </3

 

This is so beautiful! Especially that instrumental. rlytearpls.png

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Come, let us to the sunways of the west,
Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill,
Let us dream dreams again in our blithe quest
O'er whispering wold and hill.
Castles of air yon wimpling valleys keep
Where milk-white mist steals from the purpling sea,
They shall be ours in the moon's wizardry,
While the fates, wearied, sleep.

The viewless spirit of the wind will sing
In the soft starshine by the reedy mere,
The elfin harps of hemlock boughs will ring
Fitfully far and near;
The fields will yield their trove of spice and musk,
And balsam from the glens of pine will fall,
Till twilight weaves its tangled shadows all
In one dim web of dusk.

Let us put tears and memories away,
While the fates sleep time stops for revelry;
Let us look, speak, and kiss as if no day
Has been or yet will be;
Let us make friends with laughter 'neath the moon,
With music on the immemorial shore,
Yea, let us dance as lovers danced of yore­
The fates will waken soon!

 

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Some of my favorite poems:

 

Retrospect
BY RUPERT BROOKE
 
In your arms was still delight,
Quiet as a street at night;
And thoughts of you, I do remember,
Were green leaves in a darkened chamber,
Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.
Love, in you, went passing by,
Penetrative, remote, and rare,
Like a bird in the wide air,
And, as the bird, it left no trace
In the heaven of your face.
In your stupidity I found
The sweet hush after a sweet sound.
All about you was the light
That dims the greying end of night;
Desire was the unrisen sun,
Joy the day not yet begun,
With tree whispering to tree,
Without wind, quietly.
Wisdom slept within your hair,
And Long-Suffering was there,
And, in the flowing of your dress,
Undiscerning Tenderness.
And when you thought, it seemed to me,
Infinitely, and like a sea,
About the slight world you had known
Your vast unsconsciousness was thrown . . . 
 
    O haven without wave or tide!
Silence, in which all songs have died!
Holy book, where hearts are still!
And home at length under the hill!
O mother quiet, breasts of peace,
Where love itself would faint and cease!
O infinite deep I never knew,
I would come back, come back to you,
Find you, as a pool unstirred,
Kneel down by you, and never a word,
Lay my head, and nothing said,
In your hands, ungarlanded;
And a long watch you would keep;
And I should sleep, and I should sleep!
 
 
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Colors passing through us
BY MARGE PIERCY
 
Purple as tulips in May, mauve 
into lush velvet, purple 
as the stain blackberries leave 
on the lips, on the hands, 
the purple of ripe grapes 
sunlit and warm as flesh. 
 
Every day I will give you a color, 
like a new flower in a bud vase 
on your desk. Every day 
I will paint you, as women 
color each other with henna 
on hands and on feet. 
 
Red as henna, as cinnamon, 
as coals after the fire is banked, 
the cardinal in the feeder, 
the roses tumbling on the arbor 
their weight bending the wood 
the red of the syrup I make from petals. 
 
Orange as the perfumed fruit 
hanging their globes on the glossy tree, 
orange as pumpkins in the field, 
orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs 
who come to eat it, orange as my 
cat running lithe through the high grass. 
 
Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes, 
yellow as a hill of daffodils, 
yellow as dandelions by the highway, 
yellow as butter and egg yolks, 
yellow as a school bus stopping you, 
yellow as a slicker in a downpour. 
 
Here is my bouquet, here is a sing 
song of all the things you make 
me think of, here is oblique 
praise for the height and depth 
of you and the width too. 
Here is my box of new crayons at your feet. 
 
Green as mint jelly, green 
as a frog on a lily pad twanging, 
the green of cos lettuce upright 
about to bolt into opulent towers, 
green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear 
glass, green as wine bottles. 
 
Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums, 
bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort, 
blue as Saga. Blue as still water. 
Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat. 
Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring 
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop. 
 
Cobalt as the midnight sky 
when day has gone without a trace 
and we lie in each other’s arms 
eyes shut and fingers open 
and all the colors of the world 
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
 
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Excerpt from John Milton's Paradise Lost (I highly recommend)
 
Here, Eve speaks to Adam.
 
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft shower; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild, then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heav'n, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glittering starlight without thee is sweet.

 

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In Muted Tone
BY PAUL VERLAINE
 
Gently, let us steep our love
In the silence deep, as thus,
Branches arching high above
Twine their shadows over us.
 
Let us blend our souls as one,
Hearts’ and senses’ ecstasies,
Evergreen, in unison
With the pines’ vague lethargies.
 
Dim your eyes and, heart at rest,
Freed from all futile endeavor,
Arms crossed on your slumbering breast,
Banish vain desire forever.
 
Let us yield then, you and I,
To the waftings, calm and sweet,
As their breeze-blown lullaby
Sways the gold grass at your feet.
 
And, when night begins to fall
From the black oaks, darkening,
In the nightingale’s soft call
Our despair will, solemn, sing.
 
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Some of my favorite songs:

 

Popoyans - ã‹ã‚‰ã£ã½ã®ç®±èˆŸ

 

 

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Lucite Tokki - Bom bom bom

 

 

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Mantovani - Le Cygne

 

 

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Ariel - Ideadead 

(you can find it on soundcloud)

 

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Karen O & Ezra Koenig - The Moon Song

 

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Experiences:

 

I've only been in love with one person, and I think he's the only person I'll ever love. We've been together over a year and we met on Tinder of all places lol, back when teenagers could go on the app. His therapist told him to join because it'd be a spontaneous experience to help him out of his comfort zone (He has mental health issues). I went on there because one of my friends said that I should just for fun. I also have many mental health issues.

 

It's weird because when you love someone, you'd think that you'd just stay at that loving end of the spectrum. But no, because love is so intense you're also capable of switching to the polar opposite. The one you love the most may at times be the one you feel the most anger towards. It hurts a lot, but I think it's worth it. 

 

He knows more about me than I know about myself. He sees me when no one else is capable of understanding or looking my way at all. That total comfort, trust, and honest bond, that's what feels the most amazing. I never realized how lonely I had been all my life until I found a person who would take my soul as it is, and I in turn take his. It's so hard to explain and it always comes out so sappy. I love him idk.

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Beloved, this the heart I offer thee
Is purified from old idolatry,
From outworn hopes, and from the lingering stain
Of passion's dregs, by penitential pain.

Take thou it, then, and fill it up for me
With thine unstinted love, and it shall be
An earthy chalice that is made divine
By its red draught of sacramental wine.

 
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