From before sunrise ~ David Jewell

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes

I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore

You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you, You'll carry me

That's how it could be
Don't you know me?

Don't you know me by now?

-- from W.H. Auden's "As I Walked Out One Evening" (1937)

The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time. . . .

"O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed."

Excerpt ffrom ' The ballad of Reading Gaol' by Oscar Wilde

Yet each man kills the thing he loves

By each let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some with a flattering word,

The coward does it with a kiss,

The brave man with a sword!

Tomorrow Never Comes -- By Norma Marek

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,I would tuck you in more tightly, and pray the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out the door,I would give you a hug and kiss, and call you back for just one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,I would tape each word and action, and play them back throughout my days.

If I knew it would be the last time, I would spare an extra minute or two,To stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you know I do. So, just in case tomorrow never comes, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you, and I hope we never will forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike. And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So, if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss, and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear, that you love them very much, and you'll always hold them dear.

Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay".And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.

One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day.
Accept the fluster of lost door keys,
the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster;
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love)
I shan't have lied. It's evident.
The art of losing not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

e.e. cummings - i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

P/S: 1st hear this poem in the movie 'In her shoes', absoulutely loved it..

Do not stand at my grave and weep ~ Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.

P/S: came across this poem since i was 13 years old, remembered that i wrote it down in my diary that year becos i agreed with it so much. So here it is again..