Poetry!

[smallstar]

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[malign]

I regret that I haven't much skill
With poetry this page to fill.
In fact, it tends to be swill,
And moreover can make people ill.

Somehow, I'm better at prose.

[smallstar]

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[stillalivenkickin]

Alive.

Breathing
Seething
Crying
Dying inside.

Alive.

Wandering
Wondering
What-If-ing
Killing time.

Alive.

Dreaming
Screaming
Fearing
Wasting life.

Alive.

Love
Laugh
Care
Share life.

Alive.

[finding my way]

Great poem, stillalivenkickin!

smallstar, we want to hear yours too!!!

[smallstar]

soon finding my way. i don't have the energy at the moment, but i will share.
I had a notebook with all my poetry and other writings in it, but last week I destroyed it for fear someone would find it and read it. It is very personal, and I was afraid if something ever happened to me someone I know might read it, and it's not something I'd like to share with my family. I really wish I would have waited to destroy it until I had posted it on here, I am so dumb, I will try to remember some, or write new, as soon as I can.

[butterfly29]

Hi Smallstar.... I do write poetry. I find it helps me get through bad times. My poetry is dark sometimes. Do you know if that is allowed on this post? If so I will share some.

Take care..:)

[smallstar]

hi butterfly, I don't see why there would be a problem with dark poetry, but that's just my opinion, it's probably okay if there's not profanity, or descriptions of suicide or self injury. My suggestion is just use your judgement, it's probably fine. I'd love to see what you have to share!! :)

[xenophon]

The Muse
by
Anna Akhmatova
When at night I await the beloved guest,
Life seems to hang by a thread. "What is youth?" I
demand
Of the room. "what honor, freedom, the rest,
In the presense of her who holds the flute in her hand?"

But now she is here. Tossing aside her veil,
She considers me. "Are you the one who came
To Dante, who dictated the pages of hell
To him?" I ask her. She replies, "I am".

Akhmatova and Mandelstam were the two greatest Russian poets of the 20th century.

[xenophon]

osip mandelstam:

Who can know, at the word "farewell,"
What separation awaits us,
What the cockcrow augurs
When fire glows in the Acropolis,
And on the dawn of some new life,
While an ox chews lazily in his shed,
Why the cock, herald of new life,
Beats his wings on the town's walls?

[smallstar]

Awesome xenophon and stillalivenkickin, Thank you so much for sharing! I love it :cool:

[butterfly29]

Thanks smallstar. :) I will gather up my poetry and give it a try. I usually write when I am in a bad place feeling a lot of pain inside. It helps me to put it down on paper.

I hope you will share yours someday. It may help others. What kind of poetry do you write? Is it writing about your pain or is it thoughts of life?

Take care.... write any time. :)

[Lost_Soul]

This is a song I wrote a little while ago, it's not the greatest but why not. Not like the girl I wrote it for will ever hear it :o

Dreaming of impossibility
Contemplating instabiltys
Losing control of rationality
Just to have it all crash down on me

Terrified of coming down
A kiss lifts me above the ground
Overcome with insecurities
And you barely even notice me

Brought to life by your smile
Daydream for just a little while
Past life in wich we were one
Reality unravels its all undone

I'll just close my eyes and not think of you
Delude myself inside a little cube
And live a lie I never thought was true
Cause I would never have to cry
Had I never loved you

Your perfection caused my depression
If only I wasn't allowed such a blessing
Seems like angels are made just to float away
And leave me breathless without a thing to say

But I'll love you for as long
as my ability to love stays
even if you don't love me
I'll love you for all days

[butterfly29]

Dear Lost Soul,

Never say you can't write. Your poem touched my heart. I felt it as if it were my own. Very well written. Do you have any more?

I am trying to get the nerve up to post mine. Still a bit afraid. :)

Hug, :)
Butterfly

[2002to2009]

This is a great thread.

[smallstar]

Lostsoul, I agree with butterfly! Your song/poem was great! Don't put yourself down. Feel free to post more of your writing, I for one would love to read it!

[Lost_Soul]

Thanks smallstar and butterfly,

I don't know wether or not I'll post anymore songs. That's the first one I let ANYBODY read, and that was hard enough. Maybe if I find one a little less personal.

I've written hundreds, literally. I've been writing since I was 12. That was the only one I have memorized.

How about this, I'll post one for every one you guys post :)

[renol]

I wrote this while in therapy, one of the many things I'm learning. For me therapy, although not always easy, is helping a lot.

Yesterday has come and gone,
Yesterday will never be again,
Yesterday is gone.
Yesterday I didn’t belong.

Today is here, today is new.
God has given me today, a brand new day
Yesterday is gone
Today I belong.

Looking back over my yesterdays,
It’s clear there were so many fears,
There were so many tears.
Yesterday’s gone.

I can’t change yesterday,
But I have today.
Today I can change,
Today I have choices.

Choices bring change,
Positive choices bring,
Positive change.
Today I have choices.

I can choose to
Stay in yesterday,
Or I can choose to
Embrace today.

God’s given me today, a brand new day,
What I do with today is my choice.
God’s given me today,
A brand new day to begin to rebuild my yesterday.

[smallstar]

Hi renol, I love that poem, did you write it yourself?

[renol]

Sorry this was a duplicate. I didn't think it posted the first time.:)
Yes I wrote it. Poetry is kind of one of my hobbies. It has also been a very good therapy tool for me. It helps me to put my thoughts on paper.

[malign]

It's a good one, renol. Thanks for letting us see it.

[Loneranger]

I have only ever written about 3 poems in my life. One I can recall word for word even though I wrote it when my son was 2 (he’s 19 now). Here goes

An angel in his bed at night
His sleeping face a blissful sight
My heart swells, I love him so
His secrets safe, you’d never know
‘What secrets that?’ I hear you ask
Well listen and I’ll tell
When morning comes
He sprouts two horns and
Gives me merry hell :D

- - -- - - -
Just a little poem about kids going through that terrible 2’s stage.
Hope some can relate to it and get through with a smile.

[AndreaB]

D is for Dispare

E ids for Energy

P is for Pressure

E is for Empty

S is for Sorry

S is for survival

I is for I

O is for Obstacle

N is for Never give up

I wrote this poem about my depression each letter is a symbol for how depression has made me feel. I'm sure some here have felt it too. Enjoy

[butterfly29]

Really good poem Loneranger about the terrible 2's. I remember them well with my children............many years ago. Keep writing....

[butterfly29]

Hi Andrea..... I too felt each of those things. Good post. :)

[AndreaB]

thank you butterfly :)

[ASchwartz]

Andrea,

Nice poem. I really liked it.

Allan :)

[AndreaB]

thank u so much :D

[Nuckin-Futs]

can someone remove the floor from my face
there's Cheerio's and despair all over the place
how heroin got me here
it's uncertain - yet rather clear
a cruelty that I can't explain
yet I need it just the same
it slowly dances in my arm
and sings to me it's magic charm
left again on the dance floor alone
beneath a hat I've since outgrown
my last teardrop disappears through the floor
dear God; I don't want to dance anymore
but I softly sway to the distant beat
as the vibrations massage the soles of my feet
embrace my lover once again
to dance into eternity with heroin
only to be left on the dance floor alone
beneath the hat that I've since outgrown
on my knees with no tears left to cry
why do you dance solo when I'm begging to die?

[danni]

A poem about how I see my life

Through the Glass

Look around and wonder who
these people are who talk
as others look with smiling faces
sharing secrets with themselves
then frown again and turn away
with shaking heads from side to
side while walking quickly off
to join the mobile others
who seem to understand so much
when all that you can figure out
is that the things you know you
need to know were left out of the
book of life that you received
when doors behind were closed
that marked an entrance to a world of bad decisions
capable of stealing reason to believe
there is a meaning if a life is
spent surrounded by so many
yet has always lived inside itself
Alone.

[butterfly29]

Hi Danni,

Great poem. I totally get it.

Butterfly

[danni]

thanks butterfly....it reflects how my thoughts all run together and end up completely scrambeled!!!

[finding my way]

Thanks Nuckin-Futs and danni for the latest poetry contributions!:)

[I_Am_Me]

Ooh Fun post! Here's a few of mine, I love to write when I'm up, or 'manic', it helps me. These are examples of the three different types of poetry I do, I have alot of very, very dark ones but not sure how appropriate they are. Hope maybe someone can relate to one of these :)

Black

I can taste the blackness,
It tingles on my tongue,
I can taste the blackness,
It closes in on my lungs,
I can taste the blackness,
Weighing down my every step,
I can taste the blackness,
Heaving on every breath.

I can touch the blackness,
It trickles down my face,
I can touch the blackness,
On these paths you used to trace,
I can touch the blackness,
In the harm I must succumb,
I can touch the blackness,
In the face that now is numb,

I can feel the blackness,
It holds me back from life,
I can feel the blackness,
Makes me shut my curtains tight,
I can feel the blackness,
I want to be alone,
I can feel the blackness,
Because without you, it's all I know.

***
Message to my liver.

Do you understand,
Why I poison you?
I don't suppose you understand,
The feelings behind harming you?
I wonder if you know,
If you die then I'm gone too,
I wonder if you see,
That your an important part of me,
I think about you often,
When you hurt me in the morn,
I think about you nightly,
When I wonder if you'll go on,
I hope that you still love me,
After all I have done,
I hope your not too damaged,
After all, I've only one.

***
My Own, Personal, Madness

You cant have loved her,
No, you can't,
Can't you see?
She's not the one for you, never was.
I am.
So if this is so right,
Why do i feel so wrong?
I do not want you to have a past.
Is it so impossible for you not to have one,
A history,
No other girls you've kissed,
Or touched.
Nobody else has felt like I do,
They cant have done,
Or they would feel broken too.
How can you be so in love,
But feel so in half,
I want to give you all that you need,
But I cant,
I'm sorry,
My minds elsewhere,
Away from all this pain.
You cant have touched another like me,
No,
because that really would kill me.
You havent looked at anyone with that look,
that you own,
Because you do,
Own it, I mean,
You can have everything when you look at me like that.
You havent left anyone else either,
Because then you might,
Do it to me.
All these girls,
Skeletons in your closet,
They dont exist,
Cant.
You've never caused pain,
Only to me because you love me,
Never to another,
Because that would mean she cared too.
You've never shared a bed before,
Only ours,
Maritial,
Because I'm your first.
Im not mad, I'm sad,
I'm lonely,
Help me see the light you can,
Because where I am its hard,
And dank,
And a little bit painful.
Wipe my tears away,
Tell me the past makes you strong enough,
To handle me.
That your history is nothing but that,
Ghosts of the past,
And while you hold me I believe it,
Until the next time that it's dark.

[Lie_low]

Enough

Sometimes I wish I could be
For just a moment too small to see
To be separated, apart from this body
Now a tattered scarred up mess
It bears the burden of my attack
For in it I try to make up for all that I lack
And what do I fear
The unkindest glimpse of all
A gaze, a stare, and a look of utter disappointment
Though it leaves me longing
Still it draws me in
With the promise of fulfillment
And what am I left with but the reality of this defeat
A body full of scars and a look of disappointment

[the oak]

I hate shitty poetry.

[JulianP]

deleted....

[Lie_low]

Thanks JP for saying something. What the oak has written seems insensitive and cruel.

[ASchwartz]

To the Oak,

This is a warning to you that your response to Lie_low was cruel and hurtful. In addition, that response was totally uncalled for.

Consider this an unofficial warning. If you do this again you will be barred from this site. We are here to help people and not to cause harm!!!

Allan :mad:

[JulianP]

deleted....

[SweetSue]

To Lie low

Just read your poetry, i found it very powerful. Poetry is a excellent way of expressing yourself,
your poem was good, and i am sure that many of the other members here think so too

take care
Jj

[JulianP]

deleted....

[Tony J]

That could be the second line of a haiku, you know :

The frustrated poet

My pen shakes, falters
i hate shitty poetry
i prefer tv :)

Feel free to remove the few reputation points I have left..........

[malign]

Meh, if bad poetry lost you points, I'd be well below zero ...
I've been known to do it deliberately, even.
But, as I've been told before, I'm "different". :-)

[SweetSue]

Tony J

you may feel your bad at poetry,
but there is nothing wrong with your sense of humour !!!!
thanks for helping me smile :-)

[SweetSue]

BUBBAS

I will never be able to put right
The experiences Ive had to drag you through
You've been taken from me know
We all have to start anew

Please dont think moma dont love you
Or in any way you are to blame
Moma has just screwed up.... big time
And now things can never be the same

I hope your happy, with your new momas
Have fun, you've the world to see
She will love you, give you tons of hugs
And I hope one day you can all forgive me

My love is inside you always
We are part of eachother and no one can take that ~ you know
So goodbye, my four little angels
Its time for moma to go

[Tony J]

At your service........;)

Tony J

you may feel your bad at poetry,
but there is nothing wrong with your sense of humour !!!!
thanks for helping me smile :-)

[danni]

I posted this in my blog but I thought I would post it here too.....

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A Spirit Dies

innocence unprotected
lays welcome for vicious truths
unaware and unguarded
welcomes pain fearlessly

the guileless warmth of the pure
'til predatory minds
lay forceful siege
against delicate and fragile life

and in that second,
that single second
life twists
and makes strange torment
of what once before was comfort

now all has turned to rage and tears
and the gentle scent of crushed flowers
mingles with blood and violence

here innocence dies
where soulless desecration triumphs
and walks away
without looking back

he smiles while she dies

[malign]

Again, thank you. :-)
I'm impressed again by your courage.

[danni]

thanks Malign...

I'm trying to let her express herself but she's really wounded and very very sad. To tell you the truth.....I'm kinda scared of her and the depth of emotion that she brings with her. Letting her write a poem is something I guess......:(

[malign]

But you've acknowledged that she's alive!
And not at fault.

How huge is that? :-)

[danni]

Wow.....you're right......

I didn't even notice that!!! Ok....that just threw me for a loop. I need to go think about it somemore. Be back later.

[danni]

I let her come out to help with another poem.... I find poetry an easier way to express what I'm feeling.....



I don't cry over what I've become
I cry over the girl that never was
Kind and strong, she knew just where to head
I haven't found these traits in the me I am yet

So I don't cry over the person that I am
I cry over the person that I'm not
Loyal and happy, she was so innocent
At least this is the image I have in my mind
Life didn't agree


So I don't cry over what I am
I cry over what I'm not
Since I can't handle being what I call "myself"
Yet I know there was a better me that didn't get to live
I cry over the girl that didn't get to shine
Because of the evil that kept her a slave


So I don't cry over the person I am
I cry over the girl who was lost
And a faint trace of her can be found in all my scars and false starts
I really wish I could just take her hand
Go back in time to hold her and breathe life in her again
Maybe she would then forgive me for abandoning her.

Still I don't cry over the person I am
I cry over the person I'm not
Shame no one will meet her, the person that never was
The little girl in me that the world forgot

[IrmaJean]

This is just a short poem that I wrote. It feels more like a Spring type of poem, but oh well...

When warm air breathes across frozen land,
And life awakens with renewed hope
All my senses touched by nature’s gentle hand
Gives my soul new ways to cope,
The scent of sodden ground and moistened sand
Where once lay cold snow and icy slope
Strokes my spirit with pleasant reflection
Sun upon my skin, a sweet perfection.

Soft breezes, the gentle flow of streams
Wings flapping, birds calling to their mates
Gives chance to all wishes and lost dreams
Trees awaken as winter’s wrath abates
Flowers sprout in fertile soil, sunshine beams
Change of seasons and summer now waits
Lightning strikes in spring skies, then the thunders
My heart caressed by nature’s small wonders.

[Nicolec]

This is my poem. I've posted it previously in my thread, I don't know if it's any good, it was to get the thoughts out of my head. I'm sorry if it's a bit weird or complicated, :owell... Here it is:
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Condemned to Fail

The hurt she cannot comprehend
Emerged beneath the surface
Concealed from sanity
Reaping all that is left to live for
No indemnity of endurance
Discouraged in the soul of matted innocence
Drowned in perplexity
Sinned at the heart of integrity
Obsessing the prospect of demise
Masked by fabricated satisfaction
Disorientating higher judgement
Condemned to fail

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Sorry if I said something wrong, I didn't mean to if I did.

[danni]

Sorrow,
Suffering,
Crying,
Bleeding,
Then dying.
I can't forget you,
And when I lock you away,
You'll escape somehow .
Go away.
Please don't come back.
This feeling I have,
I don't want it
You wait until,
I'm peacefully dreaming,
Then you suddenly appear.
To keep myself from screaming.
takes all I have.
This heart of mine,
Please let it rest.
I still won't cry
I just want peace,
Alone in my mind.
Reliving these moments,
I'd rather be dead.
Hide in the darkness,
From memories like you.
Search for a light,
that can not be found.
Search forever,
For that silvery glow.
For someone who cares,
To set me free

[Jetliner]

They're not my words but, they perfectly convey the thoughts of that dark time, 3 years ago this very day.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.

My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me

and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever


In loving memory of our child, at rest now in the loving arms of God who alone knows your name. Though to us, you will always be our Sarah.

[danni]

Invisible

A cancer, ever spreading
with no cure but death
you came quickly
took over slowly
and now...
I am living life
A silent rage
With no escape
from this mental cage
Wanting to erase
this memory
So I don't have to
think.
know.
feel.
remember.
Closing my eyes
wishing to be
invisible.

[IrmaJean]

I find poetry to be a healthy way of expressing emotions...especially such painful ones. Thanks everyone for sharing your thoughts and feelings.

[danni]

If you have no tears
Who will cry for you?
For all that is bitter and broken
The girl locked up in chains
Haunted
Isolated by secrets
For all that you hate within
Your cold body
So fragile in remembering

Your hard eyes
Have seen too much
They are guarded
Nobody gets in
Nothing gets let out
Who will see what you hide?
Those wounds that you fear?
That underworld you live in
A darkness
All the light stolen

If you have no strength
Who will fight for you?
These demons must be faced
And killed
So that you may live
Innocent once again

When you cant feel safe
Who will comfort you?
Breathing your power
Back into you
Who will know the truth of your being
A radiant soul
Potential as unlimited
As the stars

Where is the wind that carries your pain
So you may rest?
Where are the stars that bare witness to your story
So you may share
What burdens your heart?

Who will hear all you whisper
Because you are afraid of the words
Will anyone still listen
When you run away
From everybody
From yourself
From the pain

Maybe this person cannot exist for you
And that's OK.

But...maybe there is someone who will be the earth
Supporting your feet upon this journey
Here for you eternally
Waiting for you to feel again
So you may cry your tears
Uninhibited
In peace
While surrounded by Love

[SweetSue]

Before I came here, I had not one friend,
No shoulder or ear, that I could lend,
My life became, Oh geez such a struggle,
And Im ashamed to say, a terrible muddle.

My various worlds and realms, that leave me in fear,
And sometimes confusion, leaves me a tad unclear.
My voices and vultures, that drive me crazy,
Not to forget ofcourse, my brain cell thats so damn lazy.

My heart, Ok, its kinda broken,
And this stupid voice of mine, still unspoken.
A body thats numb, and full of damage,
Breathing at times, is all I can manage.

I've been visiting you all, for quite a while now,
And made some connections to people ~ like wow.
At times I felt, that I had no where to turn,
But you guys were here ~ though that I had to learn.

The odd Hello, caring word or "How are you",
Is sometimes enough to help see my day through.
You have all become like friends to me,
Thanks for welcoming me into this extended family.

Just wanted to say thankyou, to everyone :)

[Autognosy]

That's a nice and helpfull topic as lots of people find help in their soul by writing poems.
I hope english was my native language. I find it easy to write in my language and would like to share some with you if I could. Most of them are not sad ones and even though they may be out of the topic or not well written or beautifully heard in english, I will try to if I am able in the future.
By the way, I had a nice time reading yours :) Keep it up, it's a nice topic!

[Autognosy]

Let's try just a little one!

Who would have told us it has passed a whole year
since we held hands and in one voice we said we'll try.
Cound all good moments we have managed to overtake dear.
It seems like yesterday, except we'll never cry.

I just discovered of a shy little rinkle
still there are places in life I haven't seen.
I thought I've lost so many things while a single -but
it wouldn't worth it all alone if I had been.

Inspired from an old greek song I was listening a while ago,

dedicated to my boyfriend.

[danni]

decided this poem didn't belong here.