Here are some of the poems I collected some this year and some before. I was keeping my blog almost strictly technical, but thought I will change that a little bit.
If you must leave,
leave gently,
like the last note of a song—
lingering, but never abrupt.If you must go,
go kindly,
like the tide pulling away—
never taking more than it gives.And if you must love me,
love me softly,
like the hush of the evening sky—
so even in your absence,
I can still find you in the stars.- K. Ashley, If you must leave.
I still search
for you in crowds,
in empty fields
and soaring clouds.In city lights
and passing cars,
on winding roads
and wishing stars.I wonder where
you could be now,
for years I've not said
your name out loud.And longer since
I called you mine—
time has passed for you and I.But I have learnt
to live without,
I do not mind—
I still love you anyhow.- Lang Leav, Wishing Stars.
I chased your love like it was gold,
Did everything that I was told.
I bent and broke to fit your mold—
Till all my warmth grew dim and cold.But then I paused and turned around,
And planted roots into my ground.
No longer reaching out to prove—
That I am worthy when I move.Now every breath I take is mine—
And every scar a sacred sign.
I've left the chase, the noise, the plea—
And in that quiet, I found me.- Unknown, Finally Me.
A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years…- Shel Silverstein, Every Thing On It.
So, if you are too tired to speak,
sit next to me,
because I, too,
am fluent in silence.- R. Arnold, Silence.
I think these are beautiful not in relation to any particular person, but in the literary sense.