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 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 40
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Hi everyone, Loved all of your poems, and eyestothesky, you rock man very inspirational writing, I'm glad you started this thread. I haven't written anything I could consider a poem in over 30 yrs but I've always been able to write anything else. I didn't know what was holding me back but something surely was. I wrote one last night that I liked and I would appreciate any comments on it from you more experienced writers. I will be writing more but for now;

On my porch
the fading light of day
dreams of night
the mountains painted
with light and shadow
in soft pastel colors
dusty dirt roads
stretch from mountain
to mountain
across the valley floor
in straight lines
a signal to God
we are here
my gardens
glowing in the evening
freshly watered
and content to sleep
as the light fades away
the same light
paints my arm golden
as it glows too
I'm in awe
of the perfection
I'm a part of
 brawnydog
Joined: 5/12/2006
Msg: 51
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/11/2008 11:33:49 PM
feels good just to relax and let it flow, doesn't it?
that's what stepping into the ocean is all about
don't mind the salt
it washes off


edit: guess I'm chasin' rose tonight lol
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 52
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/13/2008 12:28:32 PM
He promised me foot rubs
and a bottle of wine
sweet lies, like flies
buzzing around
long after he's onto
his next great adventure
climbing mountains of breasts
and dancing along a trail
of sweet bright thighs to
explore dark caverns
of mist and bliss
searching out treasures
that are left behind
to claim another healing
in womans waters
pretty birds on alters
of endless ambition
sacrificed without a thought
the hunter is haunted
by what he has not
and I
watch him go
knowing that always more
is never too much
for a such a hungry man
who can't be full or warm enough
or stand perfectly still
he's moving with whispers
and sexy sighs
starting fires just because
and leaving them to eat
the faceless hearts
he's broken without
the courtesy of goodbye
too quick for the
empty hands reaching
that hold onto promises
made in the heat of passion
hope burns
but he's already
gone
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 54
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/13/2008 1:30:37 PM
Thank you mmmmmy, I see you've been hit by what I call "Drive By's" too. There are men and women who fit the description quite well.

Let the rain grow your flowers for you after the pain fades away. It's the ultimate win.
 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 57
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/14/2008 9:06:16 AM
Look....look back!
the stepping stones
of your life,
your ocean awaits....

Your stepping stones
lay behind you,
visible, tangible,
hinged to your actions,
each movement,
as you look into the mirror,
how many stepping stones
are people?

How many stones
have a bloody footprint?
and how many
are decorated
with love?

Look....look back,
and count each stone
carefully

your ocean awaits!
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 62
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/14/2008 8:54:15 PM
I know a place that
heaven forgot to take back
when it closed its doors
to all the sinners in the world
a hot waterfall splashing
into a cool creek
gives a sensual primal shower
while tiny fish kiss my toes
and everyone is smiling
playing like children
in the bright desert sun
as Eve in the garden did
before she knew how
to cry her sorrow
sky clad I'll climb
from pool to pool
to swim in cool water
choosing the temperature
depending on my mood
and my company
the trees will welcome me
offering soft white sand
to stretch out on
and a whispering green canopy
for my shelter
a few miles of mountain road
and I'm there
 Perfectly me
Joined: 12/10/2006
Msg: 64
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/14/2008 9:03:01 PM
thank you so much tropicalgrl1, I'm writing these things on the spot and posting them fresh from word pad. I'm actually going to the Springs tomorrow its a real place that I truly love, wish you could go too. I love your writings, they are beautiful too.
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 69
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/15/2008 1:33:48 AM
Sometimes i forget how much of me is in and of my work
how the simple things i do are as much a part of a reflexive response
as any thought out stream of logic.... the flow of flow
the crisis of nightly near panic as adenaline fuels the speed
balancing the critical ,ER, OR , ICU .. a dance with a music of data
making simple fluids tell their story, the break down of broken down
seems dry til you realize ..each piece is part of a life
and the people crying across the hall
shouldn't have to remind you
somehow the sound always does....
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
Msg: 75
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/16/2008 5:46:13 AM
Meat for your eye

watching my brother crawl down the neck of a bottle
till all that shows is his as$.. I saw that in the mirror
once was all it took,
ok thats a lie, the kind that
gets pulled from your lips
by a strong ego and a weak memory or both
learning how many times it takes to be foolish
isnt ever a count, its more accountable
once you decide to be

ive seen myself letting selflessness slip into
self serving while crashing into selfishness.
there's an accident with more than one victim
unfortunately few of them are strangers
some even look like you in the light, a lot.
who pays what cost is so seldom easy to untangle
when the price is spread among years and tears and
yet you know, if you think about it..you know..
does it matter enough to change anything

How we grow isnt some kind of esoteric mystery
written by beings from another plane ..or boat
we either figure out some small part of it or
we slide down the wet spot to wherever the
ignorant hide from the picture they paint
just by living
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/18/2008 1:23:08 AM
in the summer before i turned 5 , I had surgery of an experimental type
My parents were too poor to pay for anything so my Mom found a doc
willing to try a tendon transplant to fix my feet so i could walk again
operation was a bust ..in the 4 days following the surgery a lot of docs
stopped by to see the work since it wasn't closed completely.. vessels were sutured,but a lot of the soft tissue was left to be reopened over and over
The nurses got a bit tired of me screaming so they socked me full of morphine
I woke up to complete and total self awareness as a morphine addict
all i cared about was that next shot.. then after 2 weeks..they cut me off
cold turkey
I know what you mean about nightmares..I didnt have sophisticated guidance
through pain management.. i did have rats gnawing my guts after they had enough
of eating my brain... but that wasnt a nightmare..that felt real
one technique i taught myself and have used effectively ever since
is putting pain or trauma in a box or closet in my mind.. the size of the event determining whether a box or closet or even a whole room was needed.

by opening to all the pain ( i found out later it works for fear as well) i filled my arms with all of it and ran into the room or closet or threw it in the box. ran out of the room or closet before the pain could follow slamming the door and locking it behind me ( for a box just closing the lid works).. that bought me hours .. another technique that works is seeding the future with pain you feel today..putting it off til more isnt piling on... I know it sounds childish, I was 4 ...what the hell do you expect ?

i had my last morphine memory induced nightmare in 1974 .. it was then i remembered sending it 20 years into the future..
I guess my memory felt a debt was owed.. debt paid
 BerserkPoet
Joined: 11/21/2006
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/20/2008 7:18:51 AM
(Hektik)
Are you afraid of the dark and things that only walk at night?
Well if I was only all bark, then you would never fear my bite
I'm pulsating in a strange and erratic fashion, I'm waiting what happens tragic
Events keep on flashing I need to choke someone
My teeth do poke little holes inside your blood vein
Celebrate the life of the dead and call it Samhein

(Mr. Bones)
I got the feeling
Got the craving of an animal
Clothes covered in blood from necks that I sample
I dismantle and rip bodies in half
Vaporize into a bat and slip through cracks where you stay at
You can't escape the fate of deep red
Unleash the blood fountain from decapitated head
Little children lay awake in bed
In sheer terror and grief
There's a vampire watching from the ceiling when they sleep

(Chorus)
Nosferatu
Is more than a vampire (Yea)
Shocking my victims
Just like a live wire
Body falls to the ground
Hear the screams of terror and pain
You can call it your life
But I might just take it away

(Mr. Bones)
I got the teeth as sharp as Ginsu's
My species is Nosferatu
I got one eye, it's red like R2d2
I spot you
Release my wings through downward sky
Landing in the park, to make the pigeons fly
I don't know why, but some of the times
I feel my status is a curse
Out living mortal life
Condemned roaming the earth for what it's worth
My birthday I turned A thousand-twentysix
Stood before the sun to evade an eclipse
Press your lips to your finger tips
Don't say a word
Look into my eyes
See no sesire goes unheard
Got to feed every twenty-four hours to keep my powers
As I sit atop the gothic towers watching cataclysmic showers
Blood is sour, bitter sweet, thick and bland
And when it dries it turns brown beneath the gingers on my hand
My shadow's dense
I scale the cyclone fence
Shadows of the moon light
Make me feel so intense (Ahhhhhhh)
Lash my teeth deep into your veins
Draining your existence until your body's slain
Some call it deranged, it's insane how I got you
I leave two marks in your neck
That's the sign of Nosferatu

(Chorus)
Nosferatu
Is more than a vampire (Yea)
Shocking my victims
Just like a live wire
Body falls to the ground
Hear the screams of terror and pain
You can call it your life
But I might just take it away

(Hektik)
Darkness
It's time to wreck shit
Peep the perspective
Bram Stoker's Dracula can't f**k with Hektik
Inject it, I keep your jugular veins bumping
Making your body sway
As I sit back and relax sipping on DNA
Plasmic, my style is fan-tazi-migroic
Roaming around like a vagabond creeping through forests
Nobody notice
I'm inside when you invite me
You wanna spite me, bring it on somebody try me
Panic zone freezing you up scared as f**k
Now sacrificially I will induct
Go seek and find is what my origin believes
Until you bleed
My hunger thirst just like a seed
Feel my soul, look to roll in out of sight
Nosferatu out of control
Creeping at night!

(Chorus)
Nosferatu
Is more than a vampire (Yea)
Shocking my victims
Just like a live wire
Body falls to the ground
Hear the screams of terror and pain
You can call it your life
But I might just take it away
 BerserkPoet
Joined: 11/21/2006
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/20/2008 10:16:05 AM
A rare old song by Twizted - nosferatu I think it was before they sided with Insane Clown Posse.
 BerserkPoet
Joined: 11/21/2006
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/25/2008 6:22:48 PM
I gently sway you back and forth like the wind on the course of blading grass
Peace in my head sustains me to rock you back and forth smoothly indiligently letting the course of our love flow
You're still sleeping but I can't take my eyes off of you
Knowing you're mine and you feel so at peace with me brings tears to my eyes
I was only a soldier but you saw more than that
You gave your life to help those that were down and I followed in your footsteps overcoming the black pitched darkness overwhelming my heart
A single ray of light you've given me back my soul apart from the madness in the world
Eclipse raise the voices of wonder of beauty within your awakening
Your soft blonde hair willowing in the wind likes flames of light overcoming the darkness of my heart
As we meet eyes I kiss you
 BerserkPoet
Joined: 11/21/2006
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/27/2008 5:08:30 AM
Strong whispy air fills my lungs even in the stagnant pit of hell
Lost in the nether realm I stick to the wall like a fly being burnt to a crisp
My bones shattered, my eyes pecked out by raven's blood reaked beak
I try to swallow my saliva for a drink and am met with my dismembered tongue wagging at me possessed and licking my eardrum
I still can sense it
Screaming horror around me as I'm raped for my semen by ghouls and succubuses of black skinned razorbacked flesh
In the calming I struggle to cut myself free of my bondages
I am able to move after my hand is severed through my struggling against the shackles tipped with barb wire razor sharp
Killing my children is nothing as they are nothing but despisable creatures swarming the night killing innocents while they consume and thirst for my blood just like myself
Around me the desert now missing my eyes just gotta keep moving towards heaven
North always north past the river styx but I'm lost in this god damned desert and the vultures peck at my flesh being already dead
Finally reach my destination after such a long journey
Restored flesh back to my former self by Zoroastrian priests but my mind will always stay in hell
 tranquilrose
Joined: 4/24/2008
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/27/2008 8:10:48 PM
Stepping stones in the ocean,
Footprints over the sea,
Tell a lot of history,
About how things used to be.

The stones are washed by the waters,
Of the tides ebb and flow,
The footprints have been long erased,
They were once there when the hot sun blazed.

The stones were really large and flat,
Now they're small and pocked,
The footprints were from man and beast,
From gigantic beings to the very least.

In the lagoons small fish swim,
Crabs hide under the rocks,
Stepping stones and footsteps new,
Will add to the story of the ocean blue.
 tranquilrose
Joined: 4/24/2008
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/28/2008 10:10:34 PM
eyestothe sky

Thank you for your comments.
Kind regards from tranquilrose.
 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 144
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 6/30/2008 11:20:03 AM
Thought this would be appropriate here
Octopuss Garden.....by the Beatles

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.
 transcend
Joined: 1/13/2007
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/3/2008 6:39:31 AM
Dante was or wasnt a demon to know all he shared
perhaps it was the hole in his pocket that charmed him
into playing that trick with fear
losing what you touch is reality
on at least one end

knowing the names of all we struggle against
may turn them into allies
unless you choose to fight another war
im not an ignorant nomad , chasing sheep
don't try to sell me that story

I realize that untangling the threads
cutting them one by one
weakens the rope , removes the noose
but why hang around for all that
it doesnt have to be your game

looking inside can offer every view
do i have to see the black and white of ignorance
the greys of acquiescence, Inquisition invitations
daring a demon to appear somewhere
when you can't even find yourself
 BerserkPoet
Joined: 11/21/2006
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/10/2008 4:10:47 AM
eyes you alive buddy? :O heh after getting my ass whipped by ash I wouldn't admit being alive either :P

Booya the cats outta the bag
I'm a bitter old viper summoned by a hag
Crystal clear is my plan for a strike
Come on take a dose of antidote ain't gonna stop my sting for a dyke
I don't know what the hell the last line was about but hey it's sall good in the hood
Drink down another 40 if you know what's good for ya... got it? good!
 transcend
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/13/2008 8:10:39 PM
Not Cool
there isnt an argument that opens the door wide enough for me to say
" wow, can i have a piece of this dispute?"
after all one more ignorant butthead
can't help but make everything look even better
all it takes is a can of paint and a plastic bag of Ditzler soaked paper towel
to enjoy as fine a choice as presented by refereeing a bout in the dark

I have watched friends drool out stories about Nam, and then huff and make me cry
inside.. being cool means letting friends fukk up and staying quiet

and what makes more sense than being cool?

whatever sh1t we share has to be honest or else we know ourselves
just how fukked up we are

I hope the healing can begin before the funeral..
that way i can enjoy the food and drink
otherwise ,why go at all?
 transcend
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/14/2008 6:13:34 PM
I am not sure I have ever been complimented for letting my
sarcastic butthead alter ego have a chance to speak
he thanks you and does a little happy dance

I will say this..I have never enjoyed a post funeral meal
sadness makes the worst condiment
or maybe the memory of the embalming fluid smell
mixing with the perfume and grief
ruins the flavor
 transcend
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See Waves . . .
Posted: 7/20/2008 7:01:22 PM
One of the funniest sights to me
is watching someone step in shit
then getting their ego tested
do i clean it off and move on
or suddenly decide shit is wonderful
since now i have some

variations of this episode abound
don't believe me?
take a second look
at your own shoes
 transcend
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 7/22/2008 9:23:28 PM
reading that over Churchill's grave
might spin the boy right up and out
wouldn't that be a sight
decomposing with a fresh cigar
bulldog face
massive heart

FDR says nothing to fear but fear itself
becoming president from a wheel chair
before he could get a power scooter
or a polio vaccine

Julius cries Et tu Brute , if history isnt lying
a last comment on the treachery of a friend
not the usual goodbye
or hello to what comes next


you have to grasp this simple fact
fear is selfish to the detriment of self
is that really your best?

I was afraid of that
 RockinDaze
Joined: 7/3/2010
Msg: 192
stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 11/24/2010 9:12:43 AM
Once upon a dream I saw a rainbow leading to the golden shore.
Attempting to capture the beauty that filled me to greater depths.
A palette of colors reflecting the wishes of a lifetime.
Many times have I stood one foot ashore, one foot submerged in the waters.
Testing my faith. Testing my strength.
Yearning to know that life would be fairer.
Hoping that love would be kinder.

Standing in the cool breeze. Taking me to a place of serenity.
Gently closing my eyes. Breathing salt of the earth a little deeper.
It is only when I submerge. Deep into crystal waters. Cleansing me
of all life's mystery. Enveloping me in memories of past.
Guiding me to a purer heart. Submerging in the waves of love.
That I am prepared to move forward.

On the shores I can occasionally hear the waves of ghostly past and words
beckoning from a far away land. Today, as I sit watching the cool air brush
against the leaves of fall I am comforted by wisdom. Knowing that life
is measured by the footsteps that I take. Knowing that my heart is measured
by the hands that I hold. Yet, I still want to play in the hot sand, feed the hungry seagulls,
and build a beautiful sand castle. May I find those treasures and hold
them a little longer.
Someday.

@Rockin~ November 21, 2010
 BerserkPoet
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stepping stones in the ocean . . .
Posted: 12/24/2010 10:13:03 PM
It's quiet cause VisualDistortion isn't here to raise hell for ya :P

Anyway knew you when I was lberserkerl, Eyes

Woke up the other day
And I can't express the way I feel
So I decided to post this to let you know I feel
If love can't take us up and show us everything
Then let me know if you feel the same
...Every once in awhile I think of your smiling face
My heart's over-run with emotions I just can't face
So if you can't show me just what it is to live
I'll give you my heart my soul and anything mine is yours to give
So if priceless antiques or gold from afar won't win your heart
I give you these words and hope it's a start
Of things to come and things that'll be
Maybe then you'll know why I do things the way I do for me
If love has wings I hope you fly above the stars
I only know I can't give you things that come to pass by far
But if you can only know I'd give it all for you
Then baby you'd know I can't help the way I feel
Then you'll know my love is real
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