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 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 302
So ya wanna be a poet?Page 17 of 42    (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42)
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
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 303
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
 dashance
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 304
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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!
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 305
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
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 307
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
 jwandtw
Joined: 12/1/2005
Msg: 309
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
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 310
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
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 311
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.
 Broken_Soul
Joined: 1/5/2006
Msg: 312
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.
6-19-02
 Angel Eyes_Sassy Mouth
Joined: 10/11/2005
Msg: 313
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......


 Broken_Soul
Joined: 1/5/2006
Msg: 317
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 3:40:14 AM
That is very sweet and nice of you to have written that for me babie_dollz, you are an excellient writter and i hope you continue to keep writting you'r word's send out such meaning's, and emotion's just by reading them even tho all of our poem's are just "text" even mine.

But i think there are alot of good writer's who have posted on this fourm and they should never give up on their writting's or on their dream's because, nothing is ever to big or heavy to handle.


 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 318
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 7:23:14 PM
Great writes all...I hope some of your prolific talent rubs off. Thanks kblgal...I think I'll take yours and separated's advice and leave "echoes" alone. Here's one I scribbled while stranded on a drawbrige, waiting on a sailboat, as a storm approached.

THE STORM

Bird specks wheel
Tossed ungraciously
In the frontal assault
Like shadow dancers
Before a dark curtain
Of burgeoning,light eating clouds
The darkness is mirrored
On a frothy,whipped sea
The tips of whitecaps
The only source of light
An ominous palor precludes
That which is coming
The swords of gods flash
Ripping open the bellies of clouds
While their heavy hammers
Pound them into submission
The fluids of life begin to spill
Torrentially they fall
On the just, and the unjust
On everything in its' path
The wall of darkness approaches
Demanding respect
Inspiring fear and awe
Unpredictable and unpreventable
Natures' finest show of force
Hypnotic in its' approaching fury
Frightening in its' grasp
Refreshing in its' wake
Cleansing and rebirth its' legacy
Like a fourth of July fireworks display
It passes too quickly
But it will return
Again and again
Following natures' own timetable
Regardless of men
And their futile attempts
To achieve the status of gods
 dashance
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 321
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So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/24/2006 3:55:12 PM
That's beautiful mate! Sounds like a real fresh scar too! we're totally anonamous here, so feel free to keep contributing!
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 322
I'm baaack....
Posted: 3/19/2006 7:05:18 PM
Well,I've just survived several weeks without a computer.The awesome writes on this thread and others here continue to amaze me.There are many gifted writers here....and a whole lot of fun. Here's one I wrote several years ago....I really think I need to rethink the title...I'm definitely open to suggestions.

My Warpony "Reason"

I captured my warpony
When I was young and free
Now we are inseparable
The Great Spirit let it be
We have faced many foes
We have frolicked in the sun
We have seen our peoples' woes
And from battle we won't run
He flexes rippling muscles
As he charges to the fray
These are not childish tussles
And they'll never go away
You can take us out of context
You can try and fence us in
You can try and break our spirit
It's a battle you can't win
With stealth and perserverence
With purpose and resolve
There is no source of discontent
That together we can't solve
My painted pony carries me
Across the broken lands
Past hatreds,bigotrys and worse
But we're in bigger hands
I do not wear a white hat
I wear no hat at all
I do not wish to stand apart
I wish only to stand tall
When battles 'gain are imminent
We paint ourselves for war
We will do it many times again
We've done it many times before
There are those who would disarm me
And take my warpony away
But we know what it is to be free
We'll survive to fight another day
Many moons have come and gone
Since he became my friend
Together we will travel on
Until the journeys' end
My warpony will never pull a plow
Even if he wanted to.......
I would not teach him how
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 323
I'm baaack....again
Posted: 3/19/2006 7:21:57 PM
While I'm waxing western.................

Get A Grip

Grab the bull by the horns
Or lead him by the nose
Hang tightly on to precious life
And direct which way he goes
Let it be known from the very start
That there will be no deals
And if you're brave you'll straddle him
And draw blood with your heels
With uncompromising certainty
You must bend him to your will
Ride him 'til you both grow old
Yet neither's had his fill
Rein him 'round bystanders
Don't trample them to dust
Pity the spectators
They won't ride...but you must
Hang tightly onto life's broad back
Through the many bucks and spins
And if at first you keep your seat
That's when the ride begins
Ride him to the places
You have never been before
Harness his great energy
Then spur him on for more
Respect his great tenacity
Then answer with your own
Appreciate his power
Be proud with him you've flown
You are not in an arena
No crowds will cheer for you
You are not at all contestants
And the ride is far from through
Yes you will suffer injuries
The worst may be your pride
But the painful lessons you will learn
Will intensify the ride
So tightly hang onto those horns
And take a lifelong trip
And if you should become unsure
Get another grip


.......I swear......the next ones will be SHORTER
 bmadmax40
Joined: 11/27/2004
Msg: 327
just to say
Posted: 3/27/2006 4:35:26 AM
I just came from the moon
i'll be here soon
yet, I don't know who u are
all I wanted to say, is just bla-bla-bla

Does it make any sense,
but what I ma here for hense?

THE CAPTIVE


The window's in bars, I live in the cell
I was raised as a captive, it's how do I dwell
My lonely amigo, the eagle in play
is pounding meat, which is what is his prey

he pounced it, leaves it and he is looking at me
as though as he wants me to be on the free
he calls for me, calling me, uttering cry
let's go, bro, let's go; the sky is to fly

We were born for our freedom; let's go, bro, let's go
to where the mountains are like silver in glow
to where is the ocean as blue as could be
to where is no soul, but wind...you and me!!!!

************
 bmadmax40
Joined: 11/27/2004
Msg: 328
just to say
Posted: 3/27/2006 4:43:51 AM
I DO REMEMBER WONDER MOMENT,
APPEARED YOU IN FRONT OF ME,
YOU WERE SIMPLY GLIMPSE OF VISION
AS PERFECT AS CAN WOMAN BE.

THROUGH SADNESS, DESPERATE AND LOUD
THROUGH WORRIES, MESSY LIFE, UNREST,
I HEARD YOUR VOICE I DREAMED ABOUT
AND PUT MY MEMORY AT TEST.

AS YEARS PASSED, THE PASSION EASE
IN DISSIPATION OF MY DREAMS
AND I FORGOT YOUR VOICE SO LOVELY,
YOUR IMAGE BLURRIED AS IT SEEMS.

IN DUNGEON, GLOOMY ISOLATION,
THE TIME WAS SERVED, I WAS ALONE,
WITHOUT DEITY, INSPIRATION,
WHAT'S LIFE? DRYED TEARS AND "LYBOV?"

BUT SOUL KNOWS IT'S INPIRATION
AND YOU CAME BACK AGAIN FOR ME,
AS GLIMPSE OF VISION, MY FRUSTRATION,
AS PERFECT AS CAN WOMAN BE.

MY HEART IS POUNDING, ELATION
AROSED ANEW, AND FEELINGS "VNOV"
ARE READY, DREAMS AND INSPIRATION,
AND LIFE AND TEARS AND "LYBOV!"
 dashance
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 333
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Dragon
Posted: 3/30/2006 8:04:44 PM
Hmmmm Great writes everyone! Haha, all this time, and I have only a shorty for you! hahahahaha!


Good night
and sleep tight,
here's to hoping
you dream of me tonight!

haha,page18 to here? With just this? You guys ALL rock! liked that last one sep44!
 bmadmax40
Joined: 11/27/2004
Msg: 334
Drag on
Posted: 4/5/2006 8:47:50 PM
Late at night and so empty sidewalk
all forgotten and no one to talk
only silver from brightest of moons
brings my soul in the nuttiest of tunes.

Wind is whipping and throws leaves at me
Crying something obscene as can be
only memory's playing it's game
how from happy unhappy became

Silver moon and the childish wind,
I don't want to be sad, I have grinned.
I remember as happy I was
I will live, I will live just because...

Weather's nasty, but I do not care,
at the moon and the wind will I stare
for the moment of dawn will come
an I happy again will become

I believe that it is breaking point
I should never myself disappoint
For as long as I live, I do care
Life will always to be very fair

I will never give up on my dream
Moon and wind will become of my team
Sun will come and no doubt of it
for as long as I have so believed.
 dashance
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 340
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missing you
Posted: 6/3/2006 8:30:09 PM
That's totally awesome,... and it really doesn't need to be directed at missing anyone in particular either, really really nice! Kinda "wants" for more verse maybe,.... but ha I know how often I've tried that for my short ones and how they would then just fail, or just be brought down a bit. Anyways kudos to yer writes!
 =CrackedHalo=®™
Joined: 5/20/2005
Msg: 342
...
Posted: 8/13/2006 1:27:52 PM
(while in the can)

Here I sit all broken hearted.... to take a Sh- t ... but only Farted.....

 livelovelaugh
Joined: 9/21/2005
Msg: 343
...A Memory
Posted: 8/21/2006 10:11:50 PM
Our lives run on different paths
Touching only tentatively
A temporary moment stolen
Hearts joined conectively
Bodies clenched. Black , white
Sweat, slip, slide.
Cream flows between us
Wet,warm,moist
All life,love, a ride
Kisses soft, teeth gleam
Arms, legs, breasts
Clutch,hold,caress
and make it seem
As if tomorrow is the dream
And this the reality
 PosterChild4Ugly
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 345
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So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/12/2007 7:14:20 AM
AS ONE

So … here it is: My two cents
(I know that’s not much recompense
For using up this space and time
With this, my lowly rhyme.)

But … in this published poetry
I’ve read rhymes of majesty
Too, I’ve read some words from whence
I can simply make no sense

But making sense of what they write
Reflects only on my insight
And does not diminish - in any way
What it is they have to say

And in these pages as I drift
I read poets who have “The Gift”
In shock and awe do I read
And now I find I must concede:

Good or bad, short or long,
All these poets sing their song
All can see, there is NO doubt
‘Tis from their hearts these words ring out

So, I’ll not read them critically
For who the hell am I to be
In judgment of a poets heart
Of what’s inside which they impart

They open paths for their purvey
For they must say what they have to say
In their hearts they write As One
And to all I say: Wow! Well done!
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