Best Pine Away Poems
Do you wish to hold me?
We can drift on the sea my love,
under the stars above.
You were my lovely dove so free,
who captivated me.
I thought I’d never be so glad
and still inside so sad
For the love we both had, is gone.
As we approach the dawn
I will think, “Once upon a time,
you were meant to be mine.”
So now my heart does pine away
Wishing that you would stay
I know that you will say, good bye
Still I will wonder why,
you chose another guy, not me.
Him on shore, me at Sea~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspired by Brenda Chiri
She introduced me to this new form.
The form is called Luc Bat.
Check out Brenda’s poem titled “Seasons”
Crusty old oaks
wave brittle arms angrily
overhead, threatening
to drop dead
crushingly
heavy limbs
Down
Taller trees
having achieved
the highest heights
pine away, lonely
jealously pouring their
sharp needles
Down
Towering above
terrifyingly insecure
in their position
they shakily
throw their shade
blocking sun and rain-
trying to keep me
Down
What did I do
to deserve such spite
but struggle to survive
with limited might
a dogwood sapling
that could never possibly
grow to over-shadow
them?
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
You're my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances on a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 22.07.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
Your my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances upon a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mc Daid & A-L Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
You gave me a magic walk in the rain
Those beautiful sunsets time and again
You gave me glimpses of your beautiful mind
Love that is gentle, tender, and kind.
The rainbow, the blossoms, sweet scented flowers
You gave me many sweetly passing hours.
Those enchantingly sweet, nostalgic nights
Ensconced in our world of sweet delights.
You gave me those memorable, delightful days
Showed me you care, in a thousand ways.
Lovely moments of divine bliss and rapture
Time's golden hours we can't recapture.
You left me heartbroken, in tears and in pain
I tried to forget, to move on but all in vain
Your goodbye so abrupt, so final, so brief
While I recall our past and pine away in grief.
Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that,
Like a bubble in the air
Have to be content with only
Being fidgety inside myself.
When the rocks try to stop
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the transparent water, gets bloodied,
Breaking its head on the rocks,
I can feel its squirming and quibbling
But can remain only a mute spectator.
Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form
My heart seethes and fumes
My blood Inside tends to boil over
Only to become cold again, why?
Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate,
Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually?
Unable to do much about oppressive relations,
I pine away with my grief
Only wishing I could also free myself
And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts
And enjoy the happiness and freedom
endowed by nature, in relations.
But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where
Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit
All relationships out there enjoy
Innate freedom, harmony and fairness
Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression,
Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper.
Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike
The change, which would destroy
the current forms of oppressions
and build relationships, free and fair, anew
seems to be a far cry, as of now.
the volcanoes are also destined to remain
dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt.
Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'
Song of the Sojourner
From far, far, away,
In this land so foreign,
Memories of you haunt me.
I pine away in craving,
For the feel of your breath,
Cool, soft and saline,
Fanning my face, gently.
Memories of our first embrace,
As I crawled on my belly,
Under chairs, tables and beds,
Crying at every obstacle,
Covered in your dirt,
In search of my beloved mother
My mind has clearly rebuilt.
I still hear your music,
In a tongue rich and ancient.
Your pantheon of masquerades,
Deifying great creatures of your rivers,
Each, called to the center by name,
By the voice of your talking drums.
Dance steps, electric and eclectic!
Though I continue to sojourn,
In this land across foreign waters,
Your gods, I have not forgotten,
Your traditions, have never left me.
I therefore make this pledge,
That surely, I will return,
To you, oh land of my fathers
On men* of high birth or station, the THIRUK-KURAL admonishes
[*on modern-day Kings, Emperors, Dictators and the like leading nations declining as powers through faults of their own ]
K963: perukkaththu veendum panithal siriya
surukkaththu veendum uyaavu
Bow down thy soul, with increase blest, in happy hour;
Lift up thy heart, when stript of all by fortune's power. (Transl. G.U.Pope)
In great prosperity humility is becoming; dignity, in great adversity. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)-
When life bestows upon you fortune, be humble;
when life by-passes you, maintain still your dignity.* (Transl. T. Wignesan)
[* boast not of your fertile "imagination" nor of your vaunted "original idea" for ideas are – as you know - dime a dozen, Mr. President, for most even at that rate can get to be richer than you if they were not blocked by the likes of you]-
K964: thalaiyin ilinththa mayir anaiyaa maanthar
nilaiyin ilinththak kadai
Like hairs from off the head that fall to earth,
When fall'n from high estate are men of noble birth. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
They who have fallen from their (high) position are like the hair which has fallen from the head. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
Just as strands from the scalp wilt, so do those from exalted positions fall to the lowliest depths. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
K969: mayirniippin vaalaak kavarimaa annaar
uyirniippar maanam varin
Like the wild ox that, of its tuft bereft, will pine away,
Are those who, of their honour shorn, will quit the light of day. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
Those who give up (their) life when (their) honour is at stake are like the yark [sic] which kills itself at the loss of (even one of) its hairs. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
Much as the kavarimaan* would lay its life down for good should one strand of its hair be shed, so should the high-minded whose honour is called into question. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
[* kavarimaan: a mythic animal in literature]
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
What happened to all the honey bees
That used to swarm all around and abound
And would cover the fruit and holly trees
Now, you rarely see them buzzing around?
Where have the huge flocks of blackbirds gone
That I recall who would blacken the sky
And bruise your ears with the shrill of their song
In the spring and fall as they flew by?
What happened to all those water frogs
That I recall whose deep rhythmic bellows
Would echo back down through the hollow bogs
All summer until the leaves turned yellow?
What happened to the little horned toads
That I would catch for a pet as a boy
That crawled all over the fields and dirt roads
And made a neat little pet to enjoy?
Why doesn't the wolf still split the night
And chill my heart with his long lonesome cry
As he howls away at the full moon's light
Adoring the illuminated sky?
Where are all the calls of the bob white
And the lonely calls of the whippoorwill
That used to pine away all through the night
And could be heard in almost every field?
Where are the spine chilling panther screams
That mimicked some poor damsel in peril
And would often conjure up awful dreams
Of gruesome creatures wicked and feral?
Are they on a premature path into yore
Has adequate time been duly assigned
For us to say, "There are no more...."
Or could it be, I've just outlived my time?
Timothy I. Brumley
Enticing eyes hide secrets unknown,
Slicing a heart that I no longer own.
Endless talks which are chatter to some,
Upon eager ears are more than welcome.
Neither moon nor sun, neither spring nor rain,
Is fit to compare; each is utterly inane.
My pierced heart that longs for much more,
Shall gladly pine away with this fatal sore.
plain boy,easy time
just pine away,love song rites
and be still,captive
I don't say the many things I should;
A sometime poet who runs out of words.
I don't do the things I could;
I get distracted once the wine is poured.
I'm not sure the things I say and think
Are born of me or come out of my drinks
There's no telling if much in my mind be true,
But when I think with my heart it all comes down to you.
I don't act the way you need,
My noble deeds all lie upon the surface.
I may fail, or I may succeed;
It all depends upon the purpose.
I spend my days in a quandary of hope and doubt,
Assailed by uncertainties within, without.
But, uncertain though I may be,
One thing is sure: You are the one for me.
You are the one for me:
This much is sure, this much is true;
I may be too blind to see
The Truth that binds you to me,
The honesty I should embrace,
The beauty of your own sweet face,
The warmth that carries me through the night,
The countless things that bring me light.
You are my Love,
This much is sure, this much is true;
I call the stars, that shine above
To vindicate my love for you.
Without your love, I would pine away.
Without you love, I would not last another day.
Be sure, if nothing else is sure,
My love for you will never die.
If anything in all this life be pure,
There is, to me, no thing more sacred than your sigh.
There is no thing more precious than your eye
When gazing on me, full of faults,
Unlocking all my secret vaults.
2.
Off into the distance, total darkness,
to the right where all was light
Divinity thy beast is coming
from his land of endless night.
The thunder and the lightning playing
terrors own sweet symphony.
Darkness, which is soul destroying,
brings the man of dark to thee.
And then the beasts do scream in anger,
for the vengeance of the light is near,
summoned by an angel cry,
many of the night shall sing death's song.
As God's anger strikes the earth,
upon lightning bolt Unicorn falls,
black as night, horn ivory,
upon its back, a figure of black.
The Arlaghs, they who never fear,
kin to wolf, they never run,
head of wolf, body of man,
legs of wolf to speed them on.
Always toward enemy, ne'er retreat,
kill all mortals, eat of meat.
Red the day when Arlagh strikes,
blood, their nutriential drink.
Fear spread through the mortals that fled,
they saw the signs, all was lost.
A master of the darkest night,
now come to earth but what the cost?
Would womanhood pine away,
at the closing of the day?
Would man be done, ne'er to return?
Would their flame finally blow out?
Riding forth across Badicha's plain,
unicorn and man of night.
Straight as the errant flame,
they both do come into the light.
Sword, Utamol in his right hand,
held aloft to the child of light,
in salute to beauty's all,
in salute to woman's power.
They do turn to face a foe,
the Arlaghs they begin to come,
ground will shake where e'er they go
they do come upon the run.
Come then forth to meet thy fate,
Hounds of Hell, no hesitation,
for Utamol does softly call,
the sword of blood will have you all.
"Stand alone and you shall die."
an Angel cries from way up high.
"I stand here, let any come,"
The dark man said, before the gates.
No man came, he stood alone,
Arlaghs forming as they ran.
The charge was coming, the blood red noon,
A Dark Man did await his fate.
With slavering and gnashing teeth they came,
the Arlaghs on their deathly charge.
Both Unicorn and man of night,
Moved not from where they stood.
Silent as statues standing there
both ready for the blood-letting to come.
Man and Unicorn, single heart, single brain,
standing under a now darkening sun
To Be Continued..........
Love is here, then and now;
often hidden, and hard to define.
I have won, and lost, and how
i long again to win your heart for mine.
if i gave up everything i had,
and stand alone in a place forbidden;
still my life wouldn't be so bad;
if i can hold within a hope unbidden.
For you.
i hope and pray, and pine away;
remembering moments gone, and treasured still.
there is no place my heart can run and play,
except around the thought of you, until
With you
in the past, i only knew that you were by my side.
but looking forward, to face our life together,
i missed moments of "your" life; now, wondering if "then", you cried.
while my life was easy, the world light and airy as a feather.
when "we" were one, yet i was "me"
tears wonder now, my love, who were "you"
maybe, it's to late, for selfishness was my reality
but today, love, i want to say, anew:
"i was never a "me", never a "we", never could been, or be
never the man, so self assured and confident, so free
never the me that i once was, never so worthy, never so happy
never what i value, never who i loved, never, ever,
could see;
myself, without looking through both our eyes, or through our peers;
and though back then you didn't cry; there were seldom any tears.
now, i wonder, when i think of you, as my vision clears,
thinking back, to that moment in time, the lonely and dismal; cheers
i once looked at you (and told you so),
with love, and gratitude. i was overwhelmed by you.
laying next to me, in my bed and life, a moment quiet and slow.
i felt, deeper, higher, better, my spirit near heaven flew,
with love for you
i never can, never enough, or earnest and sincerely enow;
thank you enough, love you enough, to express my heart.
there is no human "how".
though i'll try again, and here's a start:
for what it's worth,
from "me"
you mean more, than the whole earth
and myself, in the past, that "he"
who didn't often enough look to the side,
and took for granted Gods gift.
if i had it to do over again, you'd have been my bride.
i love you,
loved you;
never again will i be,
as happy.
as when "i" was "we"
When I kick the bucket you better cry
misery and loneliness overwhelm you when I die
You better mourn over me missing me a lot
even with another don't ever let me be forgot
Make your home a shrine over my memory
let every soul know how much your missing me
Beseech the entire town for my memorial day
lead every church service remembering me as you pray
Keep dreaming of me every night pine away
for if you don't I'll haunt you every day
It's not that I am greedy or needy for your love
to simply remembered me is all I'm guilty of
So when you lay flowers on my immaculate kept grave
just remember that trust fund and all the promises you made.