Poetry celebrating people

Poetry celebrating people
Please share if you know of a poem that celebrates life, sex or a beautiful human. My favorite so far is:

Phenomenal Woman
BY MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
******low Man
5 Posts
this is one of my favorites

Ganymed von Goethe

Wie im Morgenglanze
Du rings mich anglühst,
Frühling, Geliebter!
Mit tausendfacher Liebeswonne
Sich an mein Herz drängt
Deiner ewigen Wärme
Heilig Gefühl,
Unendliche Schöne!

Daß ich dich fassen möcht'
In diesen Arm!

Ach, an deinem Busen
Lieg' ich, schmachte,
Und deine Blumen, dein Gras
Drängen sich an mein Herz.
Du kühlst den brennenden
Durst meines Busens,
Lieblicher Morgenwind!
Ruft drein die Nachtigall
Liebend nach mir aus dem Nebeltal.
Ich komm', ich komme!
Wohin? Ach, wohin?

Hinauf! Hinauf strebt's.
Es schweben die Wolken
Abwärts, die Wolken
Neigen sich der sehnenden Liebe.
Mir! Mir!
In eurem Schosse
Aufwärts!
Umfangend umfangen!
Aufwärts an deinen Busen,
Alliebender Vater!
******Mix Couple
79 Posts
Iike this by Walter McCorrikson

'My wife is looking awfully sick these days,
In fact I'm sure she's getting thinner,
I even had to carry her down the stairs,
So that she could make my dinner '

&

'On a hill there stood a Kuh
It must have left , because its not there noo'


&

'A three legged dog rode westward one day ,
Down to the jail at misjaw,
Sherrif, he said , on unsteady legs,
Sherrif , I've come for my paw !!'


I'll get my coat
*******ner0 Man
55 Posts
A little cruel but was one of my favourite as teenager.. and still is!

from Cecco Angiolieri - "S'i fosse foco"


IF I WERE FIRE

If I were fire, I would consume the world;
If I were wind, then I would blow it down;
If I were water, I would make it drown;
If I were God, t'would to the depths be hurled.

If I were Pope, I'd have a lot of fun
with how I'd make all Christians work for me;
If I were emperor, then you'd really see -
I'd have the head cut off of everyone.

If I were death, then I'd go to my father;
If I were life, I'd not abide with him;
And so, and so, would I do to my mother.

If I were Cecco - as in fact I am -
I'd chase the young and pretty girls; to others
Would I leave the lame or wrinkled dam.
*********sjohn Man
17 Posts
Poem by WW

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
******low Man
5 Posts
hier is one of my favorite poems in original German and the English translation.
(maybe promethean pair will like this)

prometheus von Göthe


Bedecke deinen Himmel, Zeus,
Mit Wolkendunst,
Und übe, dem Knaben gleich,
Der Disteln köpft,
An Eichen dich und Bergeshöhn;
Musst mir meine Erde
Doch lassen stehn
Und meine Hütte, die du nicht gebaut,
Und meinen Herd,
Um dessen Glut
Du mich beneidest.

Ich kenne nichts Ärmeres
Unter der Sonn' als euch, Götter!
Ihr nähret kümmerlich
Von Opfersteuern
Und Gebetshauch
Eure Majestät,
Und darbtet, wären
Nicht Kinder und Bettler
Hoffnungsvolle Toren.

Da ich ein Kind war,
Nicht wusste, wo aus noch ein,
Kehrt' ich mein verirrtes Auge
Zur Sonne, als wenn drüber wär'
Ein Ohr, zu hören meine Klage,
Ein Herz, wie mein's,
Sich des Bedrängten zu erbarmen.

Wer half mir
Wider der Titanen Übermut?
Wer rettete vom Tode mich,
Von Sklaverei?
Hast du nicht alles selbst vollendet,
Heilig glühend Herz?
Und glühtest jung und gut,
Betrogen, Rettungsdank
Dem Schlafenden da droben?

Ich dich ehren? Wofür?
Hast du die Schmerzen gelindert
Je des Beladenen?
Hast du die Tränen gestillet
Je des Geängsteten?
Hat nicht mich zum Manne geschmiedet
Die allmächtige Zeit
Und das ewige Schicksal,
Meine Herrn und deine?

Wähntest du etwa,
Ich sollte das Leben hassen,
In Wüsten fliehen,
Weil nicht alle
Blütenträume reiften?

Hier sitz' ich, forme Menschen
Nach meinem Bilde,
Ein Geschlecht, das mir gleich sei,
Zu leiden, zu weinen,
Zu genießen und zu freuen sich,
Und dein nicht zu achten,
Wie ich!

Prometheus from Göthe

Cover thy spacious heavens, Zeus,
With clouds of mist,
And like the boy who lops
The thistles' heads,
Disport with oaks and mountain-peaks;
Yet thou must leave
My earth still standing;
My cottage, too, which was not raised by thee;
Leave me my hearth,
Whose kindly glow
By thee is envied.

I know nought poorer
Under the sun, than ye gods!
Ye nourish painfully,
With sacrifices
And votive prayers,
Your majesty;
Ye would e'en starve,
If children and beggars
Were not trusting fools.

While yet a child,
And ignorant of life,
I turned my wandering gaze
Up toward the sun, as if with him
There were an ear to hear my wailings,
A heart, like mine,
To feel compassion for distress.

Who helped me
Against the Titans' insolence?
Who rescued me from certain death,
From slavery?
Didst thou not do all this thyself,
My sacred glowing heart?
And glowedst, young and good,
Deceived with grateful thanks
To yonder slumbering one?

I honour thee, and why?
Hast thou e'er lightened the sorrows
Of the heavy laden?
Hast thou e'er dried up the tears
Of the anguish-stricken?
Was I not fashioned to be a man
By omnipotent Time,
And by eternal Fate,
Masters of me and thee?

Didst thou e'er fancy
That life I should learn to hate,
And fly to deserts,
Because not all
My blossoming dreams grew ripe?

Here sit I, forming mortals
After my image;
A race resembling me,
To suffer, to weep,
To enjoy, to be glad,
And thee to scorn,
As I!
*******ris Man
1 Posts
These two are written by me -

A smoky tendril of early morning mist
held at the mercy of the cold wind
Or an ocean wave, does she seem
through her frolic and dainty gait?
Would she appeal to a wandering eye,
beckoning towards her with a smile
or her cold exterior at its height
ward off a desire seeming to pry?
A fire need flicker, for nary a soul
will be drawn if she burned bright,
ne'er fulfilling an emotion whole,
her flames dart and dance about.
There shown a sparkle around rough edges
a glint seen a moment and another blurred,
her spirit not free of chains while making,
her will won't to reason, change.
And yet an allure breaks open deceptively,
shining bright, of a want, a lust arranged,
from those eyes that spark a fire lively,
embers breaking high and soon contained. 

~ Shy Eyes/Hidden Flame

I concede,
To the eyes that weave an allure
And all I see is a smile, she only offers
That which curves ever so beautifully
with gestures that ne'er betray their mistress.

I concede,
Her words ever so softly spoken,
And intertwine unspoken subtle thoughts,
That effortless shift of gaze towards mine
With a grace that ne'er betrays her mistress.

I concede,
To poise, shining bright, she embodies
A gemstone among rubble, her oblivious gait
That enchants even forlorn men into admirers,
With warmth that ne'er betrays her mistress.

I concede,
To her lips, and the gentle flicker of tongue,
The delicate fingers that caress her own skin,
That entices all to take that longing second glance,
With exquisiteness that ne'er betrays her mistress.

I concede,
To her lithe waist, the hips that entice my sight,
The hypnotising rhythm of the heaven sent bosom,
The winding neck that beckons soft wet kisses,
With desires that ne'er betray their mistress.

I concede
My will to hers, her thoughts that hold sway
Over my waking thoughts, her fluid sensuality,
A fleeting urge to intertwine, our bodies in unison,
Her content smile ne'er betraying the explosion within.

~ Concede
Name the poem
Also from a poem...
*********sjohn Man
17 Posts
1. Life’s a B-one-tch
2. A Rock and a hard place(Pun intended on hard)
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