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Posted: 3/2/2006 10:32:27 AM | I've only started to write poems in the last coupla years and I would like some opinions on my first "finished" piece.
anyways here go's nothing,
Realization - by Rene
The paper and pen grab my attention again,
Thinking of old times and old "friends",
Wait a second or was that pretend,
Look around for on whom I can depend,
Echo's and screams,
Last and first sounds in dreams,
Trying to find the mean,
Now question everything,
Torturous path seems to always flare,
As if taunting and laughing every time I fail,
Stuck In a prison void of life, no chance of bail,
Beguiled by silence I slowly, painfully exhale.
I think their might be a spelling mistake or two, please correct me, thanks.
Anyways I am hoping to start a freelance peotry thread for fun so post on lol. | |
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Posted: 3/2/2006 12:34:22 PM | I love what you wrote mm.
I have been writing poetry since the birth of my son almost a decade ago. I rarely share my stuff but have been to a couple of readings. I come from a long line of published poets...my mom is well known in the region she lives in but I feel like my works pale in comparison.
It doesn't bother me because I write poetry as an outlet...about things I deal with in life.
Just writing gives me satisfaction...and that is all I seek. | |
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Posted: 3/2/2006 1:45:15 PM | Nice work!
I find I can only write poetry when my life is in turmoil. The worse the depressing situation is, the better I write. I am not sure if this is the same as your own case, but I do get a very intense feeling of your intent with this poem. Words such as "Beguilded", "Taunting", and "Torturous" create strong imagery.
Keep it up.... | |
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Posted: 3/2/2006 2:00:29 PM | CaringClownfish
It was interesting to read your comments, perhaps inspiration comes in many forms. While there can be times of torment and other reasons to write. Sure much is just an outlet in ways of expression - when I find writing can bring statisfaction.
It is places like the forums on this site, that can open doors never before seen, in ways of sharing your material with others. If any proof is required of that, I can only but look back and know in the last 8 months of activity here, I would have composed 1500 of my poems.
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Waitara Borne
02 February 2006
Of the morning - upon a radio
beside the bed - The voice of Charlotte said
Far from hope and North Carolina
those V8 engines of carburettors borne
They call it NASCAR in words read
For what was love - in a woman named
When once in a New Zealand town
Raleigh was such an idea proclaimed
A township in population to birth
only given an appellation native to being
Where to Australia - a name in Maori would speak
all in the love of this mountain in beauty seen
At home in Raleigh - neither
Charlotte or Caroline in sight
Just dreaming or her today
that one to make life feel right
The largest city in North Carolina, USA was Charlotte [home of the Charlotte Motor
Speedway and NASCAR {National Association of Stock Car Automobile Racing} in the USA]
Where the North Carolina capital city, Raleigh, founded in 1792, was named for British
explorer Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552-1618), who attempted to establish the first English
colony on the shores of the new world in the 1580’s.
The name of Raleigh at one time considered as the name for what became the borough
of ‘Waitara’ in New Zealand. The name of Waitara being taken from the New Zealand Maori
language of the Polynesian migrants to Aotearoa (“the land of the long white cloud” - New
Zealand), long before European settlers arrived in the 1840's from Great Britain to establish
what was once a colonial outpost of the then British Empire. Today an independent sovereign
nation in maintaining an association of Commonwealth with the Queen of England.
Where the settlement of Waitara, (New South Wales) Australia was named from Waitara,
New Zealand. In days of an important shipping trade in the 1800’s (Nineteenth Century).
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 3/2/2006 3:42:03 PM | THAT IS WONDERFUL! HERE YA GO!
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH JOY IN MY HEART
I WAS HAPPY AGAIN, WHAT A WONDERFUL START
AS THE DAY PROGRESSED I WAS TOLD OF THINGS SAID
IT MADE ME FEEL HURT I WANTED TO CRAWL BACK IN BED
I HAD TO SIT BACK AND REFLECT ON "MY" DEEDS
HOW I HAVE HURT OTHERS WITH MY WORDS OF NEGATIVITY
I NEED TO COMPREHEND HOW MY WORDS CAN DESTROY
THE HAPPINESS OF OTHERS AND ROB THEM OF THEIR JOY
I PRAY TO GOD THAT I THINK BEFORE I SPEAK
BECAUSE WHEN I AM CARELESS I FEEL HURTFUL AND WEAK
WORDS CAN UPLIFT OR TEAR OTHERS DOWN
I'D RATHER SEE SMILES THAN A HURTFUL FROWN
I PRAY FOR OTHERS THAT THEY MAY SEE TOO
HOW WORDS ARE POWERFUL TO BOTH ME AND YOU
I WANT TO SPEAK WISDOM AND WORDS THAT UPLIFT
I WANT TO ENCOURAGE THAT I CHOOSE AS MY GIFT......
WRITTEN BY: TINA MARIE JOHNSON APRIL 24, 2004
HOPE YOU LIKE IT! HAVE A MILLION MORE! LOVE TO WRITE! | |
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Posted: 3/2/2006 5:04:45 PM | That is absolutely beautiful Captive 8!!
Love the subject and the way that you express yourself..!!
Really nice..!!
CCF | |
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Posted: 3/2/2006 11:02:14 PM | | Thanks for the positive thoughts. I thank you for your additions as well and CCF you should post at least one of your works. but angain thank you and I will post again soon. | |
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Posted: 3/2/2006 11:15:12 PM | Ok so I found another one,
Reason? by Rene
Punch the clock, take a ride,
Home at last, fly by night,
Devious disastrous thoughts derail,
Struggling finding reason inhale,
Jokes laughter regress exhale,
Punch in punch out to no avail,
Justify they try to justify,
Living your life just to count time,
Mindless thoughtless driven die,
Spotless perfection every time lie,
Harassment destruction judgment deny,
Day begins, ends , no reason left to try.
This is one I'm kinda proud of so 
Thank you for posting poems as well keep them coming. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 7:14:31 AM | nice write ^^^^
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East of Lansing
03 March 2006
Where was East Lansing - Michigan
maybe the world did not know
A place at rest - Ninety Six in number
the eyes of a One Twenty Seven connected
Ingham County - a road to a lake
highlights of Michigan Avenue
heaven for heaven’s sake
Her own of disbelief
this accreditation stamped
So where was special
that sun to shine
Forty Three
as to future age
East of Lansing
Red Cedar
So this was - life
on the Four Nine Six
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet - far from Michigan, yet so inspired)
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Posted: 3/3/2006 8:51:58 AM | PWC Thank you and nice write as well
Here is another one I say is a "frankinpoem", Lol but it's still alright
The First Step by Rene
Eye's meet and thought's flood,
Remember every smile tear and laugh,
Park street a special place always,
So many good memories, with there fair share of opposition,
Still hope to wake up and find it all a dream,
Living my life with a bright luster a sheen,
Depression and loneliness surround me,
So thick It's been years since I've seen the sun,
Knowing this chapter is at a close, life writing a new one,
Realizing some things in life are worth the fight,
Headphones on adrenaline running higher than ever,
Shaking with the thought of new endeavors,
Sky's the limit as they say, left feeling vindicated on this my 12th last day,
Finally hope to get my life on a good line,
Sad when everything said is a lie,
Left again with only myself on to rely,
No turning back ever, never look back,
Too much time spent in thought,
Only too end up remembering the bad parts,
No sense thinking of, if, but, its done,
Throw another bookmark turn another page,
When determination only go's so far,
Percivire and push on to the next stage,
Accomplish it for you and be who you are. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 8:24:19 PM | Gosh PWC...that poem really hits home...I can assume that you read my profile and am glad you were so inspired..!
Ok MM....here goes.... my style is simplistic and different from poems I have read on here....
Silence
Words cannot express
What is deep within the heart
In silence
You speak volumes to me
Silence is not golden
Haunting me long after your gone
Weighing on the heart
Touching deep within
At times silence is frightening
Like thick smoke
A blinding wall between us
Broken down only when we touch
In silence our bodies meet
Piercing through the smoke
If only for a moment
Saying what words dare not
Without words our lips speak
Kisses falling like rain
Showering our bodies
Searching in silence
Our eyes meet
And for a moment I see into your soul
Feeling your struggle
...in silence I am overwhelmed
copyright 2003 KLM
There you go...I am officially no longer a POF poetry virgin...LOL!!
Unfortunately I have misplaced my poetry book and only have a few stored on my computer.
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Posted: 3/3/2006 8:42:17 PM | That was amazing CCF and thank you for losing your poetry virginity on my thread, Lol.
I would like to say sometimes simplicity is underrated and I believe if every person took the time to learn the true raw forms of learning this world would be more intelligent and perhaps function more as a society not as a divided populous. Anyways I wanted to share a verse that helped inspire me to write, the artist is Corey Taylor the lead singer from SlipKnot please ready the lyrics before you judge,
The song is called Vermillion pt.2
She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
(My favorite verse)
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
A catch in my throat choke
Torn into pieces
I won't, no!
I don't wanna be this...
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
It is an acoustic melody please post your favorite song lyrics if you'd like. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 9:15:15 PM | | So, I guess you were my first MM...I'll never forget...LOL! | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 9:42:01 PM | Like I said before, I come from a long line of poets. My grandfather came from Poland as a child and all his poems were written in his native tongue and were destroyed in a flood. My mother is a published well known poet among feminist circles in NY. Even my first grader wrote a poem and won an award and city recognition...for his first poem no less!!
My earlier works were about my son right after he was born....he has special needs and has struggled....didn't talk till he was six.....he is the one who got the poety award....on his ribbon it states..."you make words sing." This brings tears to my eyes because of what he has been through and where he has come from.
Here is the poem he wrote:
Dog in the Moon
The dog was sleeping last night
In the moon all night
In the light of the moon bright
A moon that was so so bright
It made the dog look strong with might
The moon when up, the moon went down
While the dog was sleeping on the ground
Copyright 2005 by RMA
He also drew and incredible drawing that was inspired by a visit to the impressionist exhibit at the Toledo Museum of Art that same year.
My mom is an awesome poet and writes stuff on everyone in the family...published worldwide...but I don't have her permission to copy any of it.
Now, I not only write about my son, but about other relationships as well.
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Posted: 3/3/2006 11:26:29 PM | That was beautiful, I'd really like to see that picture if at all possible.
More of your poetry would be greatly appreciated as well,
This was the first time I've ever shared my poetry(Lol and you were my first reply CCF)
However I'd like to add another set of song lyrics that I was reminded of after reading that poem, this is my favorite band of all time.
Music: Dream Theater, Lyrics: John Petrucci(Guitarist)
These Walls
This is so hard for me,
To find the words to say,
My thoughts are standing still,
Captive inside of me,
All the motions start to hide,
And nothing's getting through,
Watch me,
Fading and I'm losing,
All my instincts,
Falling into darkness,
Tear down these walls for me,
Stop me from going under,
You are the only one who knows,
I'm holding back,
It's not to late for me,
To keep from sinking further,
I'm trying to find my way out,
Tear down these walls for me now,
So much uncertainty,
I don't like this feeling,
I'm sinking like a stone,
Each time I try to speak,
There's a voice I'm hearing,
And it changes everything,
Watch me,
Crawl from the wreckage,
Of my silence,
Conversation failing,
Tear down these walls for me,
Stop me from going under,
Your are the only one who know's,
I'm holding back,
It's not to late for me,
To keep from sinking further,
I'm trying to find my way out,
Tear down these walls,
Everytime you choose to turn away,
Is it worth the price you pay,
Is there someone who will wait for you,
One more time,
One more time,
Watch me,
Fading and I'm losing,
All my instincts,
Falling into darkness,
Tear down these walls for me,
Stop me from going under,
Your are the only one who know's I'm,
Holding back,
It's not to late for me,
To keep from sinking further,
I'm trying to find my way out,
Take down these wall for me now,
Tear down these walls for me,
It's not to late for me,
Tear down these walls for me.
Such an empowering song, Enjoy. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2006 11:39:37 PM | In reading your poems MM and CCF, you have encouraged me to come across here and post the first poem, that begins and names one of my poetry threads in the forums here
Just be careful CCF in regard to being a forum virgin, of my presence here on POF and the inspiration gathered in. My thread of "Love in Reality" and my secondary thread , known as "My Cave" - Show a true journey of this site and where I have come from in words since May 2005.
Stopping off in East Lansing was but a side trip for me CCF, and I am glad my work did not appear out of place in this thread - as I specialize in what I consider to be poetry which is much in being a virtual USA - Almost in 30 states of works composed, and venturing to others, when I can. If only but from the spirit within.
Most of all I do write for others, just in my own selfish way of so doing.
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Love in Reality
09 April 2005
To know her
was to love her
Like yesterday
was but a smile
To know her was
to feel the need for her
As if in selfishness
he could decide her fate
To know her
was to set her free
Because to know her
was to realise the you in me
So to know her
only one answer was the truth
As if she was the innocent
just in her beauty of proof
"composed in 60 seconds or less"
Every man loves two women; one is the creation of
his imagination, and the other is not yet born.
Khalil Gibran [1883-1931] Lebanese poet
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet )
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Posted: 3/4/2006 10:31:29 AM | Another one for CCF - inspired by her virgin debut
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Passing Momentum
05 March 2006
Silence was an empty world
a place words would never reach
Quiet and salient to neither ignore
yet open to waves of frequent thought
This weight upon a heart breathing fluent
as if time had no place to speak aloud
A harp to pluck in strings of invisible light
unity transfixed in vision of unknown roads
Where to - where was - silence
deafening to those sounds heard
A loudness overpowering in bearing
no sleep to awaken naked being
Seeking more to whether reign
eyes of entity focused forth
For inside was an escape
a mother looking to discover life
“Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been;
as infants which never saw light.”
Job 3: 16 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 3/4/2006 10:59:00 AM | | @CCF, I think your sons poem is simply cool! Such a great image!:) | |
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Posted: 3/4/2006 3:43:10 PM | Oh wow, your poetry is really good! Its so nice to read what goes on in other people's minds. Everyone is creative in there own ways. Here is one of mine:
Let it Rain
Wash Away Wash Away Wash AWAY!
From one drop to the next, millions of tears are washed away,
As unexplained silences grow louder and louder
Giving the tremendous roar of thunder a run for its money
Each drop playing its own melody of sorrow
Growing to be a symphony of the worlds troubles, plicking on the sill of your window.
Every sound reminding you of past pain
But you let it just…rain…
Rain out all the inner hurt,
Rain out all the troubled times until you are just empty inside awaiting a brand new you…
The Drops Continue
Coming together they form a storm,
With the force to crash any wall that stands before you and yet
Versatile enough to refresh you…
And the rage goes on until your world is drowned in liquid where all life can grow.
So… Let it Rain…
its not one of my best, but my best ones are longer.
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Posted: 3/4/2006 7:53:00 PM | I absolutely love it Angelic!
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Posted: 3/5/2006 7:03:29 AM | | poetry oh yes... | |
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Posted: 3/5/2006 8:27:28 AM | Wow never thought I'd see so many poems so quickly, I would like to thank everyone again for adding to this thread,
Sunshiny Day - By Rene
Lost spinning spiral,
Jumbled through the pile,
Mixed shaken in denial,
Sentenced without trial,
Ploting guided dismay,
March on but it's fifth day,
Void of a way,
To captivate the beauty of the day,
Ok so I wrote this as I stared out side as I awoke to the most glorious sunshine right I'm my eyes. | |
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Posted: 3/5/2006 9:44:48 AM | Here goes another one:
The Man in my Dreams
In the night hours
as I drift off to sleep
I long to be with
the man in my dreams
I search for the gaze
of my shining knight
Kissing me deeply
he touches my soul
My breasts ache for his touch
and in my dreams we are one
Our bodies glisten with sweat
in the light of the moon
Oh, how I pray
that dawn never comes
Hoping one day to meet
the man in my dreams
copyright 2005 KLM
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Posted: 3/5/2006 10:11:18 AM | | Beautiful is but one word, but means a lot, ^^^^ a wonderful poem to read - great CCF | |
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Posted: 3/5/2006 11:24:11 AM | I have writtena few poems myself ,
here is the first one i had written
Somewhere in a far off land
Lovers walk hand in hand
Children walk in the gras so green
Where the air is fresh, crisp and clean
This land is not made only for you and me
This land is made for everybody!
keep up the good work musicmach and also the others who dabble a little poetry one poem could never be wrong not when it comes from inside!
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