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 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 476
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Thanks alot...I write alot of poetry, but mostly think of it as writing on the bathroom wall almost, never told anything different, but its in me so I never quit.

I appreciate the comment. :)
 luuuv2laaaf
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 477
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 1:34:53 PM
^^^^

And I really appreciate your poetry separated44... you're a wonderful writer. I really needed to read your last poem exactly when I did... thanks for sharing it. You continuoulsy inspire me to try to write better.

Thank you very much for the compliment dashance.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 478
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 1:48:48 PM
Not to infer anything, but my last poem was inspired by the one above it, its a message to myself from myself as much as anything else.

 Poetic_Shining_Knight
Joined: 12/6/2005
Msg: 479
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 4:42:56 PM
I Swear

I swear by the moon and the stars.
That I'll love you no matter where you are.
If you leave me,in my heart will be a scar.
If you dont I swear our love will go far.
Death will be the only thing that will rip us apart.
If this shall happen my life, to live will be hard.
I swear when you are sick for you I will care.
When together from anything we shall not be scared.
I will love you with all my heart,I swear.
As long as I'm living my soul will bring fresh air.
If my love can be stacked it will reach the end and back.
I will never give you a reason to leave and pack.
I swear to you my heart and soul.
My fantasy is to make love in a cabin while its cool.
This fantasy, you will make true and me your fool.
My love shall never be to you foul or cruel.
If you tire, for you I will make a comfortable stool.
I swear my love is kind,sweet, and true.
With my love true to you, I will never make you blue.

By:Poetic_Shining_Knight
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 480
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 10:49:54 PM
Thanks for visiting kids:) Great job everyone!!..Keep em comin,Kat
 luuuv2laaaf
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 481
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 3:25:39 AM
...

RESERVED FOR ONLY YOU

When I surrounded you with my Lust
Some would say you had me
But it was I who consumed you

The passion that we shared
Was like a rose that thirsts for water
Temporarily satiated but soon needing more

You claimed a part of my soul
The part reserved for intimately knowing
The gentle touch of love and the hot fire of desire

So hot was your touch
That it still burns in my memory
As being all consuming, all encompassing, so right

The way you satisfied my needs
Was like a child's first taste of candy
Totally satisfying but very soon wanting more

And when we soared ever higher
It was like the first Virgin Flight
Of an Angel who has just earned their wings

I now know our potential
And I seek to forever push our boundaries
Taking us higher and higher towards ecstasy’s summit

You filled a part of me
That I never knew existed before
A part of me that is now forever...

RESERVED FOR ONLY YOU

......
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 482
Reluctant King
Posted: 1/23/2006 5:29:55 AM
Looking in the mirror I see another me
the man I was and now am not
the man who was not free
king without his kingdom I stand in my own court
I rule no subjects anymore
my workload is cut short
Do I seek another throne to help me pass the time
or simply walk away and then
just see what's there to find?
Like a lion when his pride is slain and gone before his eyes
I roar within while in the rain
and wait for sunny skies
My hands had built illusion while my life was passing by
and I dwelt in confusion
never asking why
Awake to my reflection, I drink it daily in
and live in circumspection
knowing my own sin
Passage through the valley I will make in its due time
head held high and rally
this time I will be fine.
 springsteenfan
Joined: 1/23/2006
Msg: 483
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 7:03:27 AM
This post is for alis kat.

I wanted to state how like Diva, Crossfade,
and many others your poetry "rocks"!
I'm not big on words, but you've got the "nack". It's all
throughout the poetry threads.

I'm not big on words, but better >>>late then never.

g.g.
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 484
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 11:04:29 AM
Sprinsteenfan~Thanks for the compliment..I do what I do because Im passionate about it..Whether people love or hate my poems Ill never stop writing Separated~I loved your poem..so full of hope,inspiration and courage.luuuv2laaaf~I hope I spelled your sn right;)I like it. Its cute..Your poem is so full of romance and passion.I really enjoyed it.keep those spiffy writes comin kids.Have an amazing day,Kat
 ProudAunt2
Joined: 11/8/2005
Msg: 485
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 11:26:52 AM
Hi there, I'm ProudAunt2 & I just wanted to say that I've been a Poet since Feb 19,1993 & I'm even a Published Poet several different times. I love writing Poetry & sharing with others especially my family & closest friends who most of my poems are written for or about. I only write about real life things that have touched my life & I only write about the truth.Right now I'm working on my 88th, 89th & 90th poems & I'm in the process of having my 10th & 11th poems done as songs.I'd be happy to read some of poems by other poets if they would not mind sharing them with me. My poem below is one that I wrote a few months after the Sept 11th Terrorist Attacks took place in America.

MY LAST THREE WORDS TO YOU............

If I had three words left to say
I would say that I love you.....

If this was my last day on earth with you,
I'd make sure that it really counted & I'd
Make sure that you know how much I really do care for you.
I'd let you know by saying these last three words to you....
I love you!

If I had just three words to say to you & it's
All I could breathe from the hospital bed than
Than I'd like you to know that I love you so that
You understand that I am truely here.

And if there was a gun being held to my head
And the person holding the gun was begging me to
Give up my life and/or to deny that I am an American,
Well than I would rather say nothing at all, but you'd all
Know that I would've liked to say that I love you.

And if the plane I was on was about to crash down
And I had my cell phone with me than you would
Have known what I would've said if I had only had
A chance to call all the people back at home.
Now your heart is breaking & tears are falling because
In your heart you know that you would have wished that
We could have said our proper good-byes but you know
If I could have called & gotten the chance to say anything
To you that my last three words to you would have been
That I love you.

So when I am on my death bed & I am down to my last
Breath you will know that my last three words I will be
Able to say to you will be is that I love you.

If I had only three words to say to you before my dying day
And I am taken a way then you must know that I would say
That I love you.


Author: ProudAunt2
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 486
Vengeance
Posted: 1/25/2006 3:54:33 PM
Great verses everyone:)Thanks so much for visiting one of my little corners of the forums.Feel free to encourage one another as thats what this thread is for Kat
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 487
Chute
Posted: 1/26/2006 3:38:45 PM
The seed that falls to see its death and welcomes in no further breath
but dies and leaves itself to naught is in the cycle yet uncaught
winter frost and pouring rain, sunshine, dew and seasons change
crack the nut and break the shell of what we thought we knew so well
and from the death and stink of rot is something else from what was not
the chute emerges from the dirt and lives again from what was hurt
and left to die on forest floor, assuming it would be no more
but now a tree has come to grow in places only it would know
for as the stalk recieves its pain and lives and grows in stronger rain
it hardens to the foulest storm becoming stronger yet not torn
and from its branches when its old a thousand seeds its boughs will hold
a thousand chances at rebirth, when once they fall to die in earth.
A word a seed, a kiss a chance, our lives of fleeting circumstance
though none would see their words decay there is still hope another day
and chances lost fall to the ground where none would think life to be found
let the wind and rain and storm and sunshine come to keep us warm
and see the chute that grows again from what we thought was just a friend.
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 488
Hola kids:)
Posted: 1/26/2006 4:15:13 PM
Thanks so much for visiting everyone:)Bernard,Its always so nice to see you here
I love your unique writing style(hugs)
Separated44~What an exquisite write from you..keep em comin and thanks for visiting yall,Kat




Eyes growing weary
with midnights heavy graces
Is it just an illusion
Collapsing in embraces
The world has gone to sleep
basking in their dreams
Of unfamiliar places
Lucidity is lost amongst
the secret shadowed faces
And the velvet house so deep
With windows made of promises
Weve closed within our sleep

A quick write by me:)
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 489
Hola kids:)
Posted: 1/26/2006 5:01:08 PM
Yeah Bernard, I love your style, something you dont see everyday, nice trip.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 490
Dragonslayer
Posted: 1/27/2006 5:19:28 AM
Weary man upon his steed wandering through this life in need
beaten worn and oft abused dragonslayer only used
the talent killing evil beast brings to many victory feast
but for the knight upon his horse his life has found a different course
in forest dark and marshes dank he wanders on no one to thank
for no one lends his life a rest as on he goes bound to his quest
drink and song he does not know as on his journey he does go
old and tired, humble man, saves his brethren as he can
and though they love to see his sight he sleeps alone in darkest night
no comfort in the victory cheer, no respite in his fortune clear
kings and queens in castle grand have nothing for him in this land
for once the slayer settles down his wife and children then are found
and vengeance from the fiery beast making them a midnight feast
so on he travels cursed and worn another battle to be born
Seeking out the cruel beast, champion victor who is least
Many sing the song of him and dream of being his own kin
knowing not that they do err, for he is not allowed to care
Until the last has seen its death and dragon lore is only breath
the hunter knows it is his due, and flees the danger in his view
for dragons see whats in his eyes while hunting him in far off skies
and should he look one second long, the dragon comes and it is gone
the object of his longing eye, victim first for beast on high
and so the story rambles on, he is here but will be gone
many dragons in his time he's slaughtered, murdered, left behind
many more yet lay ahead before he'll rest his weary head
though you may approach his home, your wiser choice, leave him alone
for should his eye fall on your face and find a fleeting piece of grace
the dragon that he would fight next will soon appear and will you vex
admire his courage and his poise, and move along, is the best choice
when at last the dragon last has met his end and time has past
then come to find him in his camp, in forest dark or marsh so damp
sit beside the fire then, and you will find a thankful friend
then feasting joyous revelry relaxed and fearless you will see
but wait until the time is near for until then there's only fear.
 dashance
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 491
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History
Dragonslayer
Posted: 1/27/2006 12:41:55 PM
WOW!!! What length!!! Terrific! Bet you'd be a great story teller fer the kids to!
 luuuv2laaaf
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 492
A Moment
Posted: 1/27/2006 7:28:59 PM
...

A MOMENT

We shared so many words
Words of longing and of lust
We couldn't find the time
To meet for just a moment

We couldn't take the chance
To look into our eyes
And see what might have been
If we finally had our moment

We waited much too long
To start to share a past
We didn't trust enough
To ever share a moment

You didn't want to look
Inside yourself or me
To see what we might find
For only just a moment

We missed our chance in time
Our chance to soar or fall
You wouldn't take the risk
For even just a moment

Another took your chance
He invested time in me
And now he wants much more
More than just a moment

If only we'd have met
You may have felt the same
To know the love he feels
For more than just a moment

He seized upon your chance
He loves me so it seems
My love for him will grow
It'll only take a moment

My prayer for you will be
That you will find someone
That you'll trust enough
To live for just a moment

But now it won't be me
Since I'll belong to him
You really need to know
I wanted just a moment

I guess we each must learn
To seize upon the day
And learn to take the chance
To love for just a moment

I hope you'll always know
The special part you owned
You really had my love
If only for a moment

LR4JP

...
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 493
Talk to me
Posted: 1/27/2006 10:42:45 PM
I sit and listen for your voice
as though my heart had no choice
nothing comes across the telephone
I wonder what you think and then
I wonder if you've made a friend
and then its me again all alone
where is it you have gone from me
and what have you in your liberty
can you please toss me a friggin bone?
I offered you my heart in trust
a gift so treasured just for us
why did you leave me here all alone?
but laugh and run away again
and torture me without an end
tell me Im the problem I must own.
though I may have problems
Im not the one to blame
I'll leave you to your shallow world
and dismiss all your shame.

none directed at those who read, I did not intend such bitter seed
but from my heart the wine is spilled, Im hoping that no friendship killed
words come from everywhere, some I should not, but still I share
please forgive my hateful tone, you have not left me all alone.
born of beer or dying dreams, the words are hurtful so it seems,
but I had need to leave them here, the reasons why are not yet clear.

 luuuv2laaaf
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 494
Talk to me
Posted: 1/29/2006 10:47:05 PM
Wonderfully evocative poetry... you've done it again Separated44. Thank you for your words.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 495
Trial
Posted: 1/30/2006 11:45:48 AM
Walking on the razor edge of care and care's betrayal
the line we cross or fail to see is the line at which we fail
though hearts and minds work overtime to see that care remains
we often miss the mark it seems although we took great pains
If I had harmed you in my word or simple stupid act
or left your soul somewhat less whole, my words I would retract
but they have left me, fate is sealed, my words cannot come back
Just know that if I battered you in thinking things I did
I would have run to other parts and turned my face and hid
should I have seen what would have been before my voice was heard
and spared your heart some pain in part, before the hurt occured
the voice that cares will always share the things that do you good
and cannot tell if you heard well or if you understood
but care it does, and will speak more if care you do to hear
so come back friend, sit and then I will lend an ear
and speak to me in words you choose, and I will listen well
kiss me with your anger then, your message yet to tell
or love me with your honesty and bear us up again
no greater love to share than this, to listen to a friend.
 luuuv2laaaf
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 496
Trial
Posted: 1/30/2006 11:51:33 AM
^^^ You're the Bomb Babeee! Your poetry Rocks! Thanks for pointing out my screw up where this poem is concerned... Total Blonde Moment!

Ain't Love Grand?

YOUR LOVE IS LIKE...

Your Love is like a Crispy Cream Donut...
Totally addicting but really bad for you.

Your Love is like a new pair of jeans...
Fits great til you've worn em for awhile.

Your Love is like a Hummingbird Feeder...
You gotta work really hard to get something sweet.

Your Love is like a Crossword Puzzle...
It takes a lot of words to figure it all out.

Your Love is like a Toasteroven...
If you're not really careful you'll get burnt.

Your Love is like a Hardboiled egg...
Fine til you break it outta it's shell & then it stinks.

Your Love is like a night out drinking...
Intoxicating for awhile but you'll soon feel like sh!t.

Your Love is like really good Sex...
Totally fulfilling but it ends too quickly.

Your Love is like a Forest Fire...
It burns really hot and destroys everything in it's path.

Your Love is like taking drugs...
At first it makes you feel great but once you get used to it you feel like crap.

Your Love is like Cranberry Juice...
Really good sometimes but you wouldn't want it everyday.

Your Love is like Food Poisoning...
You don't even know you got it til it makes you sick.

Your Love is like a Rain Cloud...
It get's you really wet and then quickly passes you by.


Don't get alarmed... I'm not really this bitter. I guess I'm just in one of those moods.

LR1/30/06

 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 497
Write and Song
Posted: 1/30/2006 9:40:22 PM
I love seeing all the encouragement of your fellow poets Wonderful writes everyone Thanks so much for visiting,Kat
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 498
Tiptoe
Posted: 1/31/2006 6:41:09 AM
Tiptoe through the minefield at sixty miles an hour
plow the fields and sew the seed
and do not harm a flower
Search through life to find a mate
and try to do no harm
come to find the hour is late
lost to misspent charm
hurtful some in time thats spent
though no intent to be
along the way I do repent
some things inside of me
but journey on in care in quest
and press on every hour
and try to do the very best
while looking at each flower
a clumsy oaf in china shop
Im sure to break a few
disaster when it happens
and I hope that its not you
so if we meet in passing
and share a smile or two
and come to find that we were blind
there's but one thing to do
understand the master plan
that love is hard to find
and recognize a friendly hand
the blind that leads the blind.
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 499
Tiptoe(through the tulips lol :D I dont know what made me think of that )hehe sry:)
Posted: 1/31/2006 12:05:54 PM
Hiya:) I especially loved the last few lines of your poem.You've been busy lately writing a lot of really groovy stuff! Keep em comin kids,Kat
 docholiday740
Joined: 1/16/2006
Msg: 500
1st attempt at free verse.
Posted: 1/31/2006 3:38:39 PM
Thick black boot crunches gravel, rythmically matching cricket chirp. Boot stands quiet, cheeks test humid August night. Some keys rattle, a car door closes. His seat belt ratchets and pulls snug in the otherwise quiet night. Even the crickets know something raucous this way comes. The accelerator squeaks softly and a worn key finds it's way in the dark like a familiar kiss. Key finds his home and wrist twists. Almost too soon, the engine clears its throat, once, twice, and screams like the last dragon's swan song. Two white hot eyes peer into the night, piercing like an arrow flown true, but never reaching a target. Gear shift glides under a calloused palm, and two tires stutter for bite as gravel turns to pavement, still warm from its rest in the sun. Steering wheel glances to find a dancing tach needle. A smile appears, unseen except by those fool enough to glance away from pavement to that warmed by dash board glow. The tachometer swings, into the upper deck. Twin pipes dictate the cadence, barking, then howling. A house appears quickly and disappears more qickly. Inside two children pull their covers close to their chins, the farmer shakes his fist, his wife blushes. The windows rattle, then all is silent. Four tires devour pavement as though it will be the last meal. The seat pushes against the ribs, heavily, the way a lover clings to your back in their sleep. The radio cries out a tune no one has ever heard, yet everyone knows. It is in vain against the incessant thrumming of exhaust pipes, the humming of rubber against asphalt, and that sweet august night, billowing past like water over Niagara. Half moon, he turns and winks, approving of that which streaks through his otherwise dead night. An open road straightens for the driver; the engine, hoarsley laughing at nothing funny, settles into a loud chuckle. A calloused hand relaxes. The gear shift will be fine. A calloused hand takes a soft small hand into itself. It is a good night. The man in the moon smiles.
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