| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/9/2006 8:38:41 AM | | I love this poem Sef! You are some special guy with alot of talent. I hope that one day we can meet and I would love to read all of your poems! These are so awesome! You are really a great guy that will make some women very special again someday keep up with all the good work. With Lots of Love Tiff | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/9/2006 10:51:45 AM | thank's for reading Kat!! Here's another one!
Word by word built upon a dream
Hear the whisper from a heart
Listen to the voice of a dream
It's always a start
Weave together an enchanted place
Build word upon word and create a dream
Listen to the magic that lives within
Do all of this and you will see
That is what makes you a dream weaver | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/9/2006 7:00:39 PM | Getting my feet wet by diving off the deep end.
SMOLDERING PYRES
The pyres blaze
From bridges burnt
The soul cries out in madness
For thoughtless days
Of lessons learnt
The spirit screams with sadness
Cursed and reviled
For innocense
The heart shrieks out in pain
Eyes of a child
In ignorance
Dreams never to attain
Lost to time
Out of place
But never without hope
A minor crime
To lose face
And with cold fingers grope
Timeless end
Predictable
Naivete a joker's hex
On the mend
Undiscernible
Cursed by the "fairer" sex | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/9/2006 7:18:41 PM | Ohhhh...the water's cold
WALLS
Just beyond my private realm
Lay worlds I may never see
I'm a prisoner of my own device...
I sought to set me free
I built tall walls around me...
Distractions to keep at bay
I only wanted to be free...
It's not turned out that way
Perhaps it comes not from within
This freedom that I sought
Perhaps it all a bill of goods
That stupidly I bought
Many years I built these walls
I built them strong and true
They don't compose the hallowed halls
I envisioned walking through
The methods and the craftsmanship
With perfection as a goal
Now seal me from companionship
I've built my own black hole
The tools of this construction
Are now beyond repair
I must begin destruction
I must gasp for fresher air
Alone with only pen and ink
I must destroy these walls
Upon solution I must think
Until the last one falls
I hope that I'll still recognize
Parts of the other side
I imagine the roads are rougher now
It'll be a bumpy ride
If this pen and ink can dissolve the stoney face
I'll try freedom on the other side
And rejoin the human race | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/10/2006 7:42:54 AM | | That is so sool nightwriter,... it really flows off the tip of your tongue! | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/10/2006 10:48:07 AM | DECISIONS, DECISIONS
Frustration runs thick over me
Like cold, dark molasses
I feel my stomach clinching scared
Like a batter on deck with the bases loaded and 2 outs
This holding pattern I’m stuck in
Feels like LAX Airport on foggy standby
It’s long, tedious and crazymaking
With no close end in sight
My head is filled
With self doubt and confusion
Will I make the right decision?
Or forever question my own judgement
My heart cries out for happiness
But there is safety in waiting
Filling this emptiness takes fearlessness
And to feel full takes a brazen leap of faith
We never know which decisions will succeed
But to vacillate only lends itself to more self-doubt
Will I succeed, will I remain alone, am I enough?
To jump in now is to know the present, but never the future
But waiting allows destiny to take its course
And waiting allows other’s the time needed to make their decisions
But waiting is like a dark, encompassing void
The unknown never sheds much light on the present moment
I’ll sit and ponder and try to remain positive
I’ll hope that my decisions are made from a position of love
For love is a positive light to hold onto and a beacon in the dark
And I must say, it’s always been worth the wait to feel love
LAR2/10/06
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/10/2006 11:18:42 AM | I GOTTA LET IT GO
Sometimes when something
Takes so much effort to make it work
You gotta pay attention to the signs
That it’s time to let it go
Some things will consume you
Take all your energy and effort
And no matter how much you try
It never seems to work
Ya gotta pay attention
To the things that make you tired
The things that sap your energy
While trying to make them happen
The things that are meant to be
Happen naturally and easily
God doesn’t intend our lives to be hard
And the gifts he has for us are easy to receive
We make it harder on ourselves
When we put so much effort into fruitless endeavors
If we put effort into things that work
Success comes naturally and easily because it's meant to be
I just gotta let it go…
but it’s never easy
LAR2/10/06
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/11/2006 7:27:00 PM | Great writes Luuuv2Laaaf..."I Gotta Let It Go" struck pretty close to home.Thanks for your comment Dashance...glad you liked them. Here's a couple more.
TOO LATE
I'll never fall in love again....I won't
....Too late
I'll never let anyone in my head again....I won't
....Too late
I'll never again be a romantic fool....I won't
....Too late
I'll never be hurt that bad again....I won't
....Too late
I will not always love her....I won't....I won't
....Too late....Too late
SULPHUR AND PYRITE
The devil stands smiling
In innocent disguise
On street corners
And in dark alleys
Peddling his poisons
Fools stand in line
Like kids in candy stores
Oblivious to the pain
Despair hovers over them
Like a malignant cloud
Spewing vile,putrid toxins
On minds and hearts
Enslaving souls
Destroying hope
Shattering dreams
Altaring futures
They know of no antidote
Yet they return for more
Certain pain-filled death
They're blinded to the harm
Quickly seen and felt by others
The cloud becomes a killing fog
Enshrouding the dying
Those who could help
Turn a blind eye in fear
The devil stands smiling
Waiting on fools | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/11/2006 7:45:45 PM | Hello all!
.. :) I continue to be in awe of the amount of talent this great world of ours contains - giant hugs to all of you!
.. aYou ahve even inspired me to share.. nothing special, mind you.. except in the fact that it came out of me a few minutes ago :P
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The secret to weightlifting
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Let's carry on my dears
Bend down and lift
The bags that have too long dragged
Along the ground behind us.
Yes! Tempted we were oft
To throw this burden downriver
Into the roaring current
And yet we did not.
So reach into those plastic bags
And under the bright sunlight
Layer on each memory
It is time to cease the fears and doubt
For this is my world
This is your world
It is ours to travel
And ours to mourn.
So let's become one with our memories
The tears smiles hopes and dreams
And with renewed strength
Carry on smiling along this road we call our own.
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:)))
Thats all I have to give :)
Hope it makes someone smile!
Toodles Poodles | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/11/2006 8:48:01 PM | TIME
Life is just an endless path
Upon which everyone walks
And time is just the hands
on everbody's clocks
The second hand shows people
Rushing to succeed
While the slower more patient hands
Are the ones you always read
If you are one who's rushing
Slow down, walk instead....
For you cannot beat the hands of time
They're forever moving ahead | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/12/2006 4:58:35 AM | Wonderful writes Baroness and Puppetz69.Here's another of mine...I hesitate to post it because it is another of my looong ones.I don't want to bore anyone,but it seems it takes more lines to express myself sometimes.If it's too long,I'm sure someone will let me know.Anyhow...
WOODLAND STROLL
Just a stroll down a sun dappled path
The morning breeze stirs the trees
Invigorating the living
And resurrecting the dead
The path leads really nowhere
But it goes to where I need to be
To follow the twisting,winding course
Unwinds and brings stability
I drink of nature's nectar
And drunkenly shed burden's weight
I inhale nature's beauty
And am more alive with each step I take
The vastness of complex simplicity
Awe-inspiring at the least
Humbling...yet intriguing
This simple woodland path
I love to stroll in early morn
As life comes back to life
And early morning spangled light
Illuminates the world
There are no words which can describe
The reverence I hold
For the beauty all around me
And the hand that created it
I try to take a diff'rent path
Each time I take this stroll
There;s so much more 'round another bend
At the end there's always hope
When the path has come full circle
And finally,I'm back where I began
I'm changed...my eyes are opened
And I am whole again | |
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| Vigil
Posted: 2/12/2006 5:00:35 AM | Fortitude fretting foreign fears
Peaceful prayers polling ears
Hopeful hearts having healed
Requesting reasons be revealed
Fighting fate fiercely faced
Seeking substance to replace
voids in vision, voids in rest
minds make missions of simple tests
summer sun to winter winds
the vigil's end when hope begins | |
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| Tell me boy...
Posted: 2/13/2006 11:17:50 AM | If I had only one word to describe you, confusing would be it
Your nothing but games, I’m not your pawn I'm ready to quit!
I am sorry for you that I am not some skinny count her ribs hoe
I’m not worried for when I tell you later, more are waiting for me to tell them hello
Call me conceited or self centered if you so please
But I know I got the stuff to bring you to your knees
I used to let fools like you get me down and blue
But not no more for to my own self I must be true
I’m thick, ghetto and sexy all in one
A shame for you could have had a homerun
Boy I’m into you, wanting you, needing you
But my advances you are blind to
I’ve done all I can do
The rest is up to you
So tell me boy what you going to do?
Will you finally say you want me too?
Tell me soon, as I can’t wait forever
Come on it’s now or never
You got to let me know
Do you want me yes or no? | |
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| To be or not to be
Posted: 2/13/2006 4:54:56 PM | To be or not to be
it is quoted all the time
to live as one that is set free
it is the vision mine
to be is not debated
whats not to be is dealt
what will come we never know
but we know what we felt
and if in time of feeling
we find that we do not
then its time to question
the feelings that we've got
understood the meaning
nothing really hid
it is for simple gleaning
this silly rhyme I did. | |
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| To be or not to be
Posted: 2/14/2006 12:09:18 PM | Amazing writes everyone:)Thanks so much for poppin in | |
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| Just suppose
Posted: 2/14/2006 2:10:50 PM | just suppose for just a second
that nothings really real
imagine everything is gone
except what you can feel
would it change the way your thinking
as you stand and look around
at the vasntess of the nothing
not even simple ground?
but inside theres a feeling
like your not just in the air
your senses send you reeling
but your feet dont seem to care
floating on a nothingness
they do not sense the ground
does the feeling that your feeling there
make sense in what you found?
So much simple feeling
guides so much each day
is it all for just believing?
is it really all that way?
or is it some illusion
planted in the brain
keeping us in confusion
and causing us this pain?
Mr. Spock dont have the answer
its not intended here
to kiss off all emotion
and live with pointed ears
the wellspring of the soul
our emotions plumb and spring
but emotions cannot be the whole
and sometimes dont mean a thing. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/14/2006 2:32:21 PM | | as i walked therw the dore i saw her she was at the top of the stears for each step i took more of her i could see the light shine threw her hare and couver her body like a blanket of silk it was like walking to heavon and this angle was going to take me there i reached out as to take her hand at that moment my last step to the top i held her in my arms it was like that was it there was no more we where complet and to this day when i look at her i still see that silky angle that took me to heavon this is not from a book it came from my hart it was the first letter i rought my soone to be wife after the first time we met and yes i met her off Plenty of fish | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/15/2006 5:38:46 PM | I'd like to thank all the poets here who have challenged me and provided insight,perspectives,motivation,and inspiration. Y'ALL ROCK!!!
Here's another of mine.I may have to trim it a bit because it is very long.Just can't decide what to take out.What's your opinion?
ECHOES
One cold autumn morn
As a blanket of fog
Suffocated the liveoaks
And a lowcountry mist
Hovered like cannon smoke
Above the still surface
Of the dark brackish waters
I heard disturbing sounds
Sounds I did not wish to hear
Perhaps it was the ageless beauty
Shrouded in obscurity
That stirred the echoes
Of long forgotten pain
Bugles and gunfire and screams
Bloody swords clashing
Cavalry horses shrieking in terror
At the smell of blood
The lives of mere boys
In both Blue and Gray
Spilled needlessly
To paint the earth crimson
The trampled earth accepted
The ultimate offering
Of fathers and sons and brothers
Staccato cannonfire sounded
The depthless sorrow
Of sisters and wives and mothers
In the mists I thought I saw
A bearded man in grey
Upon a great white horse
Watching the unseen battle
With tear-filled eyes
There were no victors here
Only the dead now forgotten
Their memories have faded
Or become too painfull to remember
But the liveoaks remember
Their limbs hang bent and twisted
Not so much from the weight of the Spanish moss
As from the horrors they witnessed
Some bear the scars of bullets
By which they saved a young mans' life
Only to be spared a moment
Until the next bullet cut him down
I wondered the length of carnage
Was it measured in hours or day
How many souls were lost
To a cause whose price
Was far too dear
And as I watched and listened breathlessly
The horseman rode away
The sounds of battle ceased
And I was once again alone
In the silence
Of the swirling lowcountry mists
A woodpecker tapped a dead cypress
And beckoned a new day
With sounds not unlike
Those of a snare drum
In the clouded distance of yesteryear
.........Or tomorrow
Pray...........
Not again tomorrow | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/16/2006 6:50:10 PM | Dont touch it.....leave it alone! You want long? Read Shakespeare.... That is an excellent read, delicately developed and brutally sound in transporting me to what you looked at and felt while you watched. My opinion? Im a rank ametuer, but that was good stuff....excellent write, to remove anything would loose part of its pulse
(I have done long, pages long...a drag to read, the breaking point is losing the reader, if they arent a fan of poetry, you lost them when you started...let em stay lost) | |
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| One woman never the forget if only for verse (and pictures)
Posted: 2/17/2006 1:36:25 AM | She called me "Poetryman" and asked to dance - one moment in life to smile
584
ANZAC Eve
25 April 2000
Hey Poetry Man
will you dance with me
and bask in the light of thee
Her spirit so free
as she danced with he
Eyes in brightness bare
such a wonderful pair
Hey Poetry Man
would you like to dance
thus sharing a time
enlightened in advance
A solemn moment
as foretold in time
like those you place
in rhyme
“for Gina”
The title for this works is “ANZAC Eve”, because it was written in relation to an event on the
eve of ANZAC Day [a New Zealand and Australia public holiday commemorated on 25 April,
each year since 1915] in relation to an event that took place the previous evening. Much the
same as New Year’s Eve is the day (or evening) before New Year’s Day. Anzac Day is a day
of remembrance for all those people who have fallen [died] in the act of war [all wars].
ANZAC is an acronym of Australia and New Zealand Army Corps, which was came to pass
prior to the Australian and New Zealand Division landed ashore at Gallipoli on 25 April 1915.
During World War One. The place of landing now known as Anzac Cove on Turkish-held
Gallipoli. Nowadays the word “Anzac” is often used to describe any unified activity between
Australia and New Zealand.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Thanks Separated44
Posted: 2/17/2006 3:23:05 AM | | Thanks Separated44.I'm glad you liked it.Thank you for your kind words...they indeed mean a lot, coming from as talented writer as yourself. | |
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| Thanks Separated44
Posted: 2/17/2006 3:32:30 AM | You Was My Angel
When you was alive it was so hard to get the word's to come out, i wanted so bad to tell you how i really felt.
Everytime i tryed to put the thought's into word's and tell you, it was like i frozed or i stuttered whenever i tryed to tell you.
I just gave up on trying but now when i think back on the time's. That i have tryed to tell you and it felt, and seem's not that hard.
Now you'r gone forever and i will never get a second chance, to say or do those thing's. When you was alive you made my life whole, you made me feel like i had something to live for.
You made me happy you made me smile from the inside out, before you came along i was lost.
Without a trace you showed up and you picked me back up on track, i would give up everything just to have that day back again.
The sadest thing is i knew and felt like you was "the one" for me, and i screwed up.
I'm sorry that i have let you down, i would have gave anything to be the one that died. When you died a huge part of me died right along with you, but i know i can not be with you not right now.
That day will come when we will see eachother again, I'm sorry that i let you down. I'm sorry that i can not be up there with you, i miss the time's we shared i miss how you made me laugh and smile.
You made me feel like i had something worth living for, and i did that "something" was you. I know i need to get over you'r death, and move on but how can i.
When my whole world just came tumbleing down on me, and the only one that can put it all back togeather is you.
You'r not here even when i need you the most, you was like an angel sent from above to watch over me and help me get through my problem's.
I thank god eachday for what he has did and sent me, you was my angel and i should have treated you better than i did.
I'm so sorry that i let you down, i just pray that you forgive me.
I will never forget you i love you, and i knew just how lucky i was to have found someone like you.
Just remember something there will never be another you, someone like you only comes into my life one time.
Please forgive me and always remember that i love you, and always will.
Rest In Peace Jeremy Hazlinsky.
True Life Poem
Dedicated To J.H.
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/17/2006 1:58:07 PM | Her memories are her own
Yet she writes them for all to see
She hopes there's someone out there
Who understands, knows what she means
She feels all alone and uncertain
Yet Still she finds the strength
To get out one more poem
She'll go to any length
Writing of friendship and pain
Of People who have come and gone
If they were still here to read them
They'd truly be in awe
She watches the sun rise
She sees the sun set
Because she's unable to sleep
She puts out her best work yet
So many things to say
So many things she feels
So much shes experienced
To some, it can't be real
Only she knows her secrets
Some of them she hides
The rest she needs to share with us
Her poems are her pride
I have learned one thing from reading them
Yes, I have told her so
Lets not look down on others
Especially this Broken Soul
This goes out to Heather......
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/17/2006 2:31:53 PM | Hiya kids:)Its awesome to see such an ecclectic mix of groovy writers and writes in here.The words just seem to flow so easily for all of you.Some of the poems here are inspirational.Some are so brilliantly vivid in the emotional word pictures being painted.Simply put...amazing stuff guys!! have an uber excellent weekend yall,Kat  | |
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