FROM THE SUN TO MY LOVE

Two years have passed since you have left me. Now here I am, in my garden alone, staring at the sun with a pen in my hand trying to write something in my journal. Then I feel something that touches my skin, something that is above me and I start to write: I am looking at a beautiful thing that warms up my heart, with its shinny rays that touch my hands softly and makes them warmer. In the same way he used to do in those winter days, he warmed my body up with his kisses and tightly hugges, he was all for me, he was my shinny sun above the sky that shone my life.
Since I´ve began writting ,some minutes have passed and I realize that I started writting about this beautiful sun above me and I ended up writting about him, about my great and unforgetable love. But I konw that although he left me, this beautiful sun will warm my life for ever.

ANTHOLOGY- 15th Century Poem

Love Is A Great Thing

Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good.
By itself it makes that which is heavy light;
and it bears evenly all that is uneven.
It carries a burden which is no burden;
it will not be kept back by anything low and mean;
It desires to be free from all wordly affections,
and not to be entangled by any outward prosperity,
or by any adversity subdued.
Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble,
attempts what is above its strength,
pleads no excuse of impossibility.
It is therefore able to undertake all things,
and it completes many things and warrants them to take effect,
where he who does not love would faint and lie down.
Though weary, it is not tired;
though pressed it is not straightened;
though alarmed, it is not confounded;
but as a living flame it forces itself upwards and securely passes through all.
Love is active and sincere, courageous, patient, faithful, prudent, and manly.

Thomas A Kempis

*LOVE....what a beautiful feeling !... the most important thing in our lives, what makes us going on.... I wonder what will happend to us if we lack of such a wonderful feeling... but I believe that as long as our heart beats love will be eternal....I chose this poem because I believe that the author chose lovely words to describe what love means. *

ANTHOLOGY- 18th Century poem

The Land of Dreams

Awake, awake my little Boy!

Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:

Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?

Awake! thy Father does thee keep.

"O, what land is the Land of Dreams?

What are its mountains, and what are its streams?

O Father, I saw my Mother there,

Among the lillies by waters fair.

Among the lambs clothed in white

She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.

I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn -

O when shall I return again?

" Dear child, I also by pleasant streams

Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;

But though calm and warm the waters wide,

I could not get to the other side.

"Father, O Father, what do we here,

In this land of unbelief and fear?

The Land of Dreams is better far

Above the light of the Morning Star."

Poem by William

Blake

How beautiful are dreams! they can take you everywhere, you can meet the angels, you can meet that person that is far away from you. We can touch the sky and even fly!, there we can feel our souls!.

ANTHOLOGY

IF
If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when

all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be

tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated don't give way

to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream—and

not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet

with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear

the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you

gave your life to, broken,

and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:If you can make one

heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at

your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart

and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when

there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"If you can talk with

crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor

loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the

unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and

everything that's in it,

And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Parents, they are always there for us with their eternal love. They are always there, guiding and supporting us. I chose this poem because it reminds me of my father, his advices, his worries about me and the most important thing his love for me that will live inside me for ever.

ANTHOLOGY- The image Poem

BUTTERFLY

She moves up and down,
she moves from side to side.
She has large wings,
she flies, she flies.

She could hypnotizes you,
she has beautiful colours,
she flies, she flies.

She jumps from flower to flower,
you can confuse her with the rainbow,
she flies, she flies.

ANTHOLOGY- The list Poem

The memories of my childhood

My childhood is in my mind.
Shinny sun,
gentle breeze,
blue sky,
big garden,
running feet,
heap of toys,
loud screams,
salty tears,
tight hugs,
blushy cheeks,
my childhood is in my mind.

ANTHOLOGY - The I am from Poem

I am from the wet side of the country.

I am daugther of seeds, wheat and soil.

I believe in the fertility of the soil,

I love seeing the crops growing.

I dream of the prosperity of my country.

I am from the wet side of the country.