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| So ya wanna be a poet?Great stuff yall :D
Posted: 12/4/2005 10:52:14 PM | carobin...I loved the uniqueness and heart of your writes and the last line of your first poem was great...I enjoyed your second as well...and what you said about your children is so beautiful:)welcome to my lil corner O the poetry forums dashance....awesome....simply amazing I love your welcoming commitee spirit:) kblgal...I loved your poems and the word pictures you paint..Were all friends here ,and come together in this thread to encourage one another.Youre welcome here anytime.I just wanted to say...in my eyes..theres no such thing as a "bad" poem..We write because we feel..and who are any of us to judge anothers thoughts and feelings?When I first started this thread...I said all writes and comments are welcome...but no mean or negative comments,,,That was the only rule.If any "criticism" is asked for..gentle and with a positive edge seems to be the way to go...just my two cents....Anyway (((hugs))TY 1973...you go! Rock on and awesome job ..Loosely translated...I liked it alot:)DragonRed...we did ask for it...and I like your style Nice entrance and clever write:) ladydi8...You probably remember me best as fellfromheaven...or maybe oohpie...How have you been girlfriend?Awesome to see you here!Mwah  xchuck Your poem and powerful words have a presence all their own...welcome Thermal Trim...It isnt the length of something but the power behind it (was it just me or is there a sex joke in there somewhere? Im silly sometimes... Ihe point is...I enjoyed your poemmusicnme..Merry Christmas to you too What a groovy poem..Great of you to post it here...I am so happy to see everyone of you here:)I try really hard to acknowledge and appreciate everyone individually as often as I can,but with the recent traffic lately in this thread...sometimes it may get a little tough.Its so awesome to see everyone cheering eachother on.Ive decided to post something here tonight too..so its coming up:)Thanks so much for dropping by everyone,and have an awesome nite,Kat | |
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| Above the screams(Kind of an of an unusual write for me)
Posted: 12/4/2005 11:14:53 PM | Hiya Poet:)Thanks for dropping by(((Hugs))^^I saw that,and I was stunned...all of you guys make this thread so fun for everyone to read and to hang out in. Its a pleasure to host host:)... thanks so much!:)
July 2005 written by me:)
Above the screams(through the eyes of a five year old child)
Her childhood mirror image was shattered
Did her daddy love her seemed to be all that mattered
Maybe if she were prettier or funnier or smarter
Maybe he would see her as a "good girl' and a better daughter
Maybe if she could silence the scream
Of pain behind her innocently painted childhood eyes...
It would remain her secret...Maybe noone will know shes "bad"
Maybe if her mother sings her one more lullabye
Her heart wont cry and shell feel safe
She doesnt want her daddy to go away or anything like THAT...
Surely "good daughters" never think such things
The childhood burdens her conflicted thoughts bring
Only in her dreams she finds solace
She is a pretty princess in a tower high above the screams
But life for her will never be.....
As lovely as the other little girls...Its seems so unfair
Why doesnt HER daddy care
A childs questioning heart breaks
But its getting late,so her mother tucks her in
She hopes her fairytale dreams will fill in
Where her real life has begun to spin...an ugly web that entombs her
The nightmares begin again and continue,,,,asleep or awake
With the breaking of another day....the breaking of another glass...The breaking of
This little girl and her shattered past......
*(part two false hope)*
Maybe if daddy realized he was wrong;then it wouldnt be long
Mommy and daddy will fall in love again!
Her hopeful heart is broken ..as above the screams harsh words are spoken
These walls cage and surround her....
This HOUSE...will NEVER be a real home
Cold and alone....not a strong enough foundation built
So she innocently carries the guilt on her frail little shoulders
She crouches like a baby kitten..hiding in the corner
Five years old and full of shame
Spoiled Brat and Little Bitc*h are now this childs name...or so she is told
She wonders in her childs heart ..why her world always falls apart
She cries silently in shame....thats NOT my name...But never lets daddy see..
She tells herself his words dont get to me....a strong will is born
As the walls are put up and her world is torn
She dreams her little dreams.....Daddy cant REALLY be as mean as he seems
She hopes and prays in her heart....that God can hear her above the ugly screams
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| my very first pof poetry post ever lol from 7-6-05
Posted: 12/4/2005 11:41:35 PM | Frozen still
written by...me:)
My heart beats like the wings of a moth
Sputtering against a summer street light
When all of the neighbourhood children
Have been called in for the night
Their hungry stomachs grumble like monsters
Fighting one another.. beneath the dining room table
The television buzzes in the living room
Like a swarm of bees
Just waiting to escape from their electrically powered prision
My heart beats like the wings of a moth
trapped and silently sputtering
Against a solitary winters moon
The Autumn leaves have gone so soon
I feel such beautiful almost sanctified passion
When Im alone and walking these snow covered hills
Such serentiy can only exist
When the world is frozen still
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Posted: 12/4/2005 11:52:37 PM | Sometimes I can be a little hard on myself about a little girl that I have left. After reading this last post from kat, I have realized that even though she is not my real daughter, she has fond memories of the years we had spent as a family. She may not know her real father but she will always keep in her heart that she is loved and is cherished as the greatest jewl in one mans life. It is quite amazing that your write has brought a sense of accomplishment to me. I thank you for that and have a quik thought myself to share.
This joy I feel, It's happiness
It's surly here to stay
It happened fast, a while ago
I know, see... its my favorite day
I cant explain what happened then,
this is all I know
When I looked down, she smiled so bright,
my heart began to glow
My love for her is like no other,
no love will be the same
Our hearts are bound, now and forever
My daughter she became
I try to live that moment, fast
Every hour of the day
It brings me joy and happiness
To have these words to say | |
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Ty1973
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Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 481 | |
| untitled thought
Posted: 12/4/2005 11:56:33 PM | | I was accually refering to above the screams and false hope.I am a bit slow tonight I guess. | |
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| my very first pof poetry post ever lol from 7-6-05
Posted: 12/4/2005 11:57:53 PM | kat your poem is great ! as are all the poems in this thread,im on a journey with the poetry and discovering a lot about myself along the way.thanks to all who gave me a mention .
i wouldn,t be able to write had i not experienced such trauma,although now my life can only go one way ,up...diva x | |
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| No Pain, No Gain
Posted: 12/5/2005 1:11:20 AM | 182
No Pain, No Gain
09 May 1999
Oh Lord with such pain
I feel no spiritual gain
Should it be I repeat mistakes
over the coals once more with rakes
Is it the adversaries hands I fall
when I desire a heavenly call
To write no more
so much a life of being poor
Heavenly Father I pray
on this day of May
When it started out right
and accumulated in a fight
Not with her I fear
she the innocent and there
Both muses in my life
a word to rhyme with wife
“. . . I am pained at my very heart; my heart
maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my
peace, because thou hast heard, Oh my soul,
the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.”
Jeremiah 4: 19 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 2:46:36 AM | When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had
If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart. | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 2:48:35 AM | Friday night
and all's well
quite here
colder 'n hell
To hold one near
my wish this night
yet, not to be
so screw it | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 2:50:31 AM | | I can be a friend by letting another friend be a friend to a friend that I am unable to befriend. If I am unable to be a friend by letting another friend be a friend to a friend then I am unable to be a friend to any friend because that are what friends are for. Friendship to the twelveth power | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 2:51:52 AM | I have heard that life gives us what we expect from it
I guess from time to time that old adage would fit
There are times when it really does miss the mark
We feel like solitary wanderers lost in endless dark
On a never ending roller coaster ride, gone insane
Hearing the same heavy metal screeching a refrain
Life may be what we make of it, but it is also true
Sometimes the best we can, is just all we can do
Playing the hand we are dealt, can take a heavy toll
Plummeting in a downward spiral, a sickening roll
An runaway locomotive plunging toward the brink
Out of mind, 'ore the edge, and out of sight, we sink | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 2:52:58 AM | I love you.
Those are the words that open my thoughts, my heart, and my soul.
Those are the words that fill my head, this book, and the hole
That continued to grow with every mistake I made, every person that I lost
Left me with a debt that my mind could not pay, so my heart had to pay the cost.
Those are the words that are my gift, my nepenthe, and my pain.
Those are the words that make me happy, make me crazy, and make me sane.
I love you.
Those are the words that open my thoughts to happiness and sorrow.
The joy of being with you today and fear of losing you tomorrow.
Those are the words that open my heart up to you
To show you how I feel about everything you do.
Those are the words that open my soul and everything inside.
All the feelings that I have and all the pain that I hide.
I love you.
Those are the words that is my gift to you from me.
To bring you lots of joy and make you very happy.
Those are the words that are my nepenthe for past memories
They bring my mind to rest and it slowly starts to ease.
Those are the words that are my pain that slowly eats away
At my mind and soul and makes them start to rot and decay.
I love you.
Those are the words that fill my head with happy thoughts of us.
All the romantic memories and times of love struck lust.
Those are the words that fill this book from the start until the end.
It shows in every page, how much I tried to tend.
And those are the words that fill the hole.
I love you.
Those are the words that make me happy deep within my heart.
When you say them to me, my body starts to warm, each and every part.
Those are the words that make me crazy when I know not what to think.
All my thoughts start to spin and my sound mind starts to sink.
Those are the words that make me sane when my thoughts are crystal clear.
Now I know what to say as I whisper in your ear,
I love you. | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 2:55:04 AM | We immediately connected in such a way, that it lifted us above all else. Physically, it was so passionate, yet so spiritually uplifting... that's what "making love" is. It's spiritual, yet passionate, at the same time. Our intellectual, genuine approach of sincerity, and a pure and true appreciation for one another from when first we met was the purest form of affection that I have ever experienced. Now it's gone, at least for now.
I have always been a very strong person, but as you can plainly see, I am hopelessly lost. Like a little child that's alone too long. However, on occasion I can hear you in the house and for a moment, all is right in the world. I haven't thanked you lately for shining your light on my life.
The ghost keeps me company for a few seconds every once in a while, your ghost. I wake up in the morning, and hear you in the kitchen, or in the shower, or I can smell your perfume, but it's just the ghost again. But I thank God for that ghost, every time I feel it, because when you are apart from your one and only soul mate, you learn to appreciate the little things that you shared, even more than before.
I have the strongest faith, and confidence, that neither one of us truly knew what a real love could be, until we met. Nor what real passion was before we made love for the first time. We will make it; we just have to trust one another enough to not be afraid of how overwhelming our love can be.
You are my sunrises and sunsets, every single day. You are my heart and soul - never have I met anyone with your kind spirit and loving heart. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/5/2005 5:51:31 AM | | Dashance, loved your poem... I consistently ponder that very same question... for me, a true friend versus an aquiantance needs to be someone I can open up to without feeling judged, someone I can trust... I think it is different for different people, as you said, especially differing between extroverts and introverts... for me, groups of friends are fun to hang-out with, but true friendship-wise, do next-to-nothing for me... when I talk one-on-one with someone regularly, that is when I move the person from aquiantance to friend, depending... | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/5/2005 5:57:15 AM | | Thank you, Alis Kat : ) Schoolwork beckons me, but I will definitely be reading your latest poems later : ) | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 6:06:53 AM | | thanks fieriluci ..your comment has lifted me up.. we all share the same passion and bond ..diva: yay: : | |
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| Above the screams(Kind of an of an unusual write for me)
Posted: 12/5/2005 6:15:47 AM | its so moving kat i felt your pain , i think adults tend to forget the child is included in the sceme of things...they are so wrapped up in the arguments children don't have a voice.. i too felt the same terror when my folks were violent towards each other. i cant bare to heardiva breaking glass now ..
all for you kat. | |
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TC73
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Joined: 10/22/2005
Msg: 494 | |
| Above the screams(Kind of an of an unusual write for me)
Posted: 12/5/2005 6:38:45 AM | OMG you guys... some of these poems are amazing! Here are a couple that are my favs.. I have been known to write a few myself, however not in the past few years.
If all the world passed by me,
and offered me to choose
the greatest treasure of them all
I'd only want just you
If the world went on forever
and promised wealth and fame
I'd only pause to the notice
of your wonderful name
For no wealth can buy the pleasure
I feel from just your smile
And no glory could be greater
than to be with you awhile
Of all that life has given me
and all that's left to do
I'll never have a more precious gift
than one moment of being with you! | |
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Joined: 8/8/2005
Msg: 495 | |
| Above the screams(Kind of an of an unusual write for me)
Posted: 12/5/2005 6:44:21 AM | Some incredible poems by dasdance, kat, poetwhocares, kbgal and a few others really enjoyed reading them and that little diddy by Ladydi...thanks lady i always appreciate a good western ballad
Loving YOu
Let me caress your skin
touching your heart within
let me move you to tears
with unbridled passion, your mind
void of worries or fears
Let me hold you close to
my chest,feeling your hearbeat
as our bodies move
with complete unrest
Let me taste your lips
so tender and sweet
making me burn inside
with incredible heat
Let me wake up next
to you each and every day
and start all over again
loving you in this most perfect way | |
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TC73
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Joined: 10/22/2005
Msg: 496 | |
| Above the screams(Kind of an of an unusual write for me)
Posted: 12/5/2005 6:46:01 AM | OH, I'm sure a lot of people can relate to this one... LOL
The empty beer cans
sitting on the porch
along with dirty ashtrays
Instead of cleaning, you'd rather torch
Your head is pounding
like a full fledged band
your stomach all queezy
so you race to the can
While your butts just a flamin
your hands start to shake
you think of last night
and yourself as a flake
As the day goes by
you start to feel well
another beer in hand
to make another night from hell!
LMAO... I LOVE cottage country... | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 7:25:25 AM | | skinyknight... that poem is so beautiful | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 7:36:53 AM | "You are" (was dedicated to my mom)
You are the shiniest star in the night sky blue,
You are a childs dream come true.
You are a diamond, beautiful and strong.
You are one whos wisdom is never wrong.
You are teacher to all those whom fail,
You are an oceans single sail.
You are the hot desert and the frigid sea.
You are the one young mothers want to be. | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 7:41:33 AM | ~between our graves~
What we once had will never be
but a painful past of scars unseen
this love was yet a fairytale dream.
The warmth between our souls collide
meant to be but still far eyed
emotions hidden in a heart of pride
our minds decieved, our spirits lied.
The warmth between our souls alone,
led our hearts to battle grounds.
This unjust love that wounded each other,
will be told as tale to each another | |
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Posted: 12/5/2005 7:41:45 AM | | @untouchable, thx hun.....wich one did you like? | |
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