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 GOLDILOCKS
Joined: 5/31/2006
Msg: 158
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Old Souls: you have the knowing sometimes that you have been and lived and there are places that spark your memory of those pasts.




RETURNING

In horrific trepidition
I stood outside that door,
Knowing for a surety
I'd been this place before.
The cobbled path, the lone oak tree
the endless fieldstone stairs
and empty buildings standing
where people once lived, there.
The bright orange haze above me
of the rising Hallow moon
shed light upon the doorknob of
that door I'd open soon.
My demons I must loose, I knew
they lived inside that home.
The deaths that once had happened there
would not let them freely roam
My own was trapped inside that place
I realized with dread.
Was I then -- as suspected.......
Lord, was I truly dead?

~~~
Copyright - 2005
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 159
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/18/2006 10:30:52 PM
Be honest about all the parts of yourself.
My purpose is to serve the Goddess.
To express her through all the parts of me.

Pavarti.
Yogi woman supple and sleek
Stretches your mind inside out.
Not for you will she twist herself,
Straight.
Straighter still,
But oh can she move,
when she wants to,
want you.
Drop her line,
Sometime.
See if she’ll go for it.

Kali
I dare you.
Double dare.
No don’t even begin,
Not unless you want to go the distance.
No half measures here, all or nothing.
Filled and Fulfilled.
She’ll smoke you.
And you will love it.
Wait for her to call.

Shakti
Ohm Shakti ohm
Ohm Shakti Ohm
Dance with her.
Trance dance
That somehow
Feels more real to you than any dance you ever……
Ohm Shakti Ohm
Where was I,,, did she?.....
Breathe.....Breathe
Ohm Shakti Ohm
 om
Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 161
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/19/2006 6:52:18 PM
Just having trouble getting past the ( "only" )
Reminds me of the ( us and them )
So with that said
I'll see you then
 GOLDILOCKS
Joined: 5/31/2006
Msg: 167
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/21/2006 9:02:54 AM
SWEET BRENDA.... You were gone so soon


In fields of clover.....
my thoughts of you quite often be
Your hair let loose.....
and flowing wild and free

That angel smile.....
so often lit your mother's world
You eyes lit stars.....
that through the twilight twirled

The day you left.....
we knew the sky had fallen
You took the stairs.....
with Heaven's angels callin'

We would no longer.....
hear the music of your laugh
No longer see.....
you tripping down that path

I worried so.....
that you had felt much pain
'Til last night's dreamworld
showed me fields again



cpr 2006
 Crossfade
Joined: 7/5/2005
Msg: 168
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/21/2006 10:54:53 AM
Journey's taken, and moments played out in our life.
Memories held sacred like a photo on the mantle, it just feels right.
Old friends and new, show up and walk away
Shaping and molding who we are to become, or who we stay.

Looking around these pages, I can see the pictures on the wall.
Familiar brush strokes on a canvas, openly displayed for us all.
Verbal fires softly simmer, as the warmth resonates to all who read.
Words and emotions displayed, the addiction satisfying the hearts need.


Very nice place you have here. Thanks for sharing!


~Cross
 rmf3521
Joined: 6/8/2006
Msg: 170
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/22/2006 8:00:51 PM
Goodbye

I didn’t know you well
I wonder where you’ll go
It doesn’t really matter
Since we are the same soul

You were a part of my inner truth
That I couldn’t figure out
I should have looked more closely
Of that I have no doubt

Look for understanding, where none lies
Seeking sanctuary from yourself
Confusion leaving you wandering
Amidst your muffled cries

The journey we all are taking
Intertwines with all we see
The illusion is ever growing
Never letting go of me

I say goodbye to you
And wish you well
The next door chosen
May be your escape from hell

You reached the ultimate freedom
Not knowing what you chose
Only to come around again
To the door you did not close
 GOLDILOCKS
Joined: 5/31/2006
Msg: 172
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/23/2006 2:19:47 AM
Hi.

Me again - with another. This one is entitled:



And...............

In each sparkle of his eye
she saw a window
that.....
opened the doors to his soul.

The desolate deserts
and lush green valleys
where.....
once he had walked with
determination and pride.

The emptiness of caverns
where.....
ancients had existed in
peace and harmony with
the maker of creation

The paths he had walked along
when.....
he had no shoes
and the grandeur of the mountain peaks
that he had shouted from

The countless ages
of.....
knowledge that one so young
could not have experienced
but she knew he had known.

The battles of the gladiators,
days of feasting
and.....
times of famine
and of the abundance that nature provided.

The overpowering joy of fatherhood
of.....
firstborn sons and
countries that he had fought for
and the things he had crafted by hand.

Times of birthing
of man and beasts
and.....
the emptiness of those gone on
Still with the knowledge they were there

Seasons of change
in.....
the universe, his world and
of those he had known
and the never ending cycle of life

that.....
would continue to take him
through centuries before his soul
was ultimately finally at peace
and at rest.
 violettestarr
Joined: 12/2/2005
Msg: 176
Old Souls......only souls with ancient poetry in their hearts
Posted: 6/23/2006 6:28:39 PM
This is a thread with substance, with a requirement, a rule to break the rules, at least those rules that confine most mundane minds of this earth.

A friend recently told me that I inspire him to dream..Dreams are ever so important in every lifetime, perhaps as portals to other lifetimes...

As a result this poem was born (sometimes I feel as though I am not writing poetry ... simply taking dictation)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

dream stealers

dream like a child
see the possibilities
accept responsibilities
without losing that inner spark.

a smile and a twinkle,
an abundance of hope.

walk on this earth
admire all its boxes
question its paradoxes
fly among the clouds.

a kind thought and a kind word
and never ending hope.

many would be saboteurs
are drowning in their misery,
and, ignorant of their treachery,
become dream stealers in the night.

A nod and a shared secret
and the promise of hope

and if you happen to find
your dreams stolen in the dark
i can help rekindle that spark
with a few extra dreams I can share.

a smile and the gift of friendship
inspirations and hope.

i can't say where I got them
they are not even dreams of my own
they are borrowed or on loan
because I lost all of mine too.

a child's dreams and imagination
a new world brimming with hope

you must tell your children
that dreams are precious to keep
but when lost they shouldn't weep
there are many more to be found.
 violettestarr
Joined: 12/2/2005
Msg: 178
Old Souls......only souls with ancient poetry in their hearts
Posted: 6/24/2006 8:28:39 AM
To be understood

To be understood by another soul,
To be more than background noise,
To receive a poet's blessing,
Words and thoughts freely shared;
Makes the spirit soar.
And yields a smile
That starts from within
With more depth
Than the ordinary smiles
Folks share as a common courtesy.

And those smiles are wonderful too!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am also hatching a poem in response to the question "In life are we meant to suffer?". Not all poems leave the nest in the same amount of time...LOL.

I haven't written/posted much poetry in the last couple of months. Life's turmoil and challenges have forced me to concentrate on matters of every day life. I hope to take some of those challenges and turn them into inspiration, as well as some of the words thoughts and
I might find in this thread and some of the ones I have enjoyed in the past.
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 179
Old Souls......only souls with ancient poetry in their hearts
Posted: 6/24/2006 8:40:57 AM
Just dropping in for a lil visit.Hope all is just nifty:)


Mist hangs delicately in the air
I am home
Ageless and inpired by the warm glow of sunsprays,
tugging aimlessly at my heart like puppet strings made of spun gold
Waves crash thunderously in my mind,washing it completely clean
Dont let the darkness find me..I just need one more moment in the sun
My eyes reach out grasping feverishly twards the light
Reflecting my irridescant hopes upon the water
So many tears Ive fought off,in waves of inspirational rebellion
I am a fighter
Welcome to my world,where there are no doors to block the screams of angels
No windows to reflect the sun away from me
No walls to stop my singing,or my voice from being heard
The artist painted another lovely sunset
We can erase it from our minds
But it always comes back
Rain will never wash it away or dull its divinely inspired colors
Im waiting patiently for the stars to return
Tiny flecks or silver incandescant flecks of dust
against the black ashen canvas of the midnight sky
So many thoughts,but never enough reasons
Our lives spin around,and rotate like the seasons
Mist hangs softly in the air..do you have a thought to spare
I remain ageless in this play on words
Bathing me in soft sunlight
Welcome to my world of sweet remembrance
 om
Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 181
Old Souls......only souls with ancient poetry in their hearts
Posted: 6/24/2006 9:23:26 AM

(sometimes I feel as though I am not writing poetry ... simply taking dictation)

good one starr, that was a thought...:)


With keys at our finger tips
sitting on our chairs
under a roof
we reach out
check in
look around
sift down
see whats up
and think it over
pondering
what to put through
our finger tips

 justdifferent
Joined: 6/4/2006
Msg: 182
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/24/2006 4:06:46 PM
truth,
Dude, you are one tremendous poet. I have much respect for your abilities and appreciation for your insight. Always a pleasure to read your works.



To have walked this world alone... many people saying they are friends... but the connection not there... lonely roads have been walked with lonely heart breaking as the only connection being made is to mother nature...a soul connection non existing as people all say and see things the same...wondering I continue travelling...seeing a realm of hope that in the distance is a foreign land unseen by most...maybe it is a figment of my imagination...can it be...can it be...eyes wide open..blood rushing through my heart...excitement fills the air...at least a 1000 years of searching...I have found a kindred soul..my brother whom I have not met before...my unmet sister with her arms open welcoming me home....at last I have found a kindred family whose eyes see the same as mine...miles of distance may seperate...but now I am at home
 swEtRoXRocker
Joined: 4/21/2006
Msg: 184
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/24/2006 9:54:47 PM
Silence is deafening
Crawling in skin
Quiet voice inside
Whispering in doubt
Screams and curses
Rise in volume
Bright yearning soul
Pitched in black
Blue eyes wistful
Longing for what
It once was
That special thing
Now forever lost
Wanting is fickle
Lust is fleeting
No matter how
Fruitful friendship is
Both are now
Long, long gone
Keening soul depleted
Mask in place
Smiles of grace
Tears of faith
Hugs of hope
For future endeavors
Silence is forever
Unrelenting and deafening
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 185
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/24/2006 10:24:37 PM
Heya:)Love the writes in here....Heres my latest poem...Great thread,kat

The fairytale princess
Escaped her lonely tower
Tore her dress in a briar patch
As she ran through a field of sunflowers
She tripped upon a long lost dream
And skinned her memory
Yet she kept pressing on
A fighter for her destiny
Poison apples dont tempt her
Like the fairytales of yore
And cinderellas ball
Doesnt cast the same magic anymore
She longs for something different
A story born anew
When shes finished writing it
Shell share the end with you
For now her legs grow weary
As the sunset bleeds again
A brilliant crimson canvas
A light in fiery red
Rapunzel let her hair down
In the story long ago
She wonders if the flowing mane
Conceals her so her scars wont show
There are no magic mirrors
And no need for snow white
She continues on her journey
And wont give up her fight
She has the strength of angels
And wonders if it shows
She grows a thousand gardens
With poetic verse divided rows
The fairytale princess
Sets her sweet soul free
Along a lighted hopeful path
of unwritten waiting destiny
 neseemoo
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 188
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/25/2006 4:18:50 PM
Her favorite is hemp,
Something ancient and secret there,
Cotton will do, anything but nylon.
All colours
Mix and match.
Balls and balls of it
Under the bed.
She has been saving string for decades.
If she doesn’t use it up soon
She will loose her nerve.
And not go.
Lose all hope
Of ever and ever.
Enough said.

Tonight it must be.
She has never gone far,
Only above the now
Just slightly above
But not too far beyond.

Many times she went back
Back and back
Before they cut down the ancient trees.
You once could anchor to them.
In the olden times.
Prayer bundles tied in branches
Prayer flags wave in rugged landscape
Left beside springs
Tucked into nooks and crannies
Of those ancient trees.

They are too young now, these new trees.
She has seen them bulldoze down the older ones, and watched them replant
younger, immature, new, yet to learn, set into the ground in shock,
struggling to root in the disturbed soils of subdivisions.
Can’t anchor there.

Tonight.
It must be.
Before they come again and move her.
They laugh at her
Idiosyncrasies.
But they let her keep her boxes and boxes of string.
She hears them.
Must be from the war times, depression times. You know how they get. Let her keep them, harmless, like a hobby.

Tonight.
She feels the little lumps of hoarded pills
That she does not take
To sleep.
She does not sleep.
But she can seem to.
All the same.
After the last check then.

Knobbley fingers inside body pain of boney fire,
In the hands, as she ties all the balls together. She had always left the beginning and the end exposed.
Like worms peeking out of the disturbed earth, waiting, Alpha and Omega.

Tonight then.
She begins to drift, upwards
Seeing the buildings below, Up,
dancing in the clouds of the night sky, up farther. Past the lights that go go go all night with no rest.
Where did they all come from?
Did they all fit back into those lit up boxes?
Up away, caught now in the jet stream,
This is the best part, not knowing for sure where you will land after that.
Up past the space where all atoms collapse, in on themselves, like steam from a kettle
Making earl grey tea.
Now that she’ll miss.
Further now, stars, twinkle twinkle, not so little stars! She knows what they are
They lead to other places, places she can just see, barley.
Can almost smell, taste, feel, other places, away.
If only she could get through tonight,
This vision, this place through, not far now, farther,
Held there, just outside, can see in, like the little match girl.
How that story made her cry, so long ago, before she knew.
Held there, can go no further, not tonight, not now
She ran out of string.
 GOLDILOCKS
Joined: 5/31/2006
Msg: 189
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/25/2006 6:41:37 PM

Yes...........Tomorrow............



FROZEN

Frozen in time....
ageless,
suspended.....
and in her mind she prayed
to melt
down.....
The fires were warm and glowing
in the fireplaces of all the aged
in the village.....
and
in the campfires of the young men
a little flame, please?
just a bit,
enough to feel perhaps the warmth
of that first pair of mittens or the
fur of the kitten that played by the stove
in her grandmother's kitchen.....
Not hoping, or wishing, or even dreaming
of starting a fire again - for herself
Those days were long gone.
The heat of the sun, and the glow
of the magnolias under her window
and the fire-red of the cardinal that played
on her window sill each morning.
She remembered.....
she remembered the knight
the knight as he glistened in the glow of the moon.
She'd gone with him then
That was eternities ago.
But since, the fire had been again rekindled.
It was cold now - and tomorrow she would wake
in another time; under a new sun.
 speechlessseeker
Joined: 6/18/2006
Msg: 190
view profile
History
When We KIss.....
Posted: 6/25/2006 11:01:51 PM
When we kiss...

We are smiling , our faces close as we talk.

We sometimes whisper because we like doing that.

You are touching my arm, just lightly touching the skin on my wrist. I might shiver a little, but I don't say anything.

We move a little closer and you graze your lips against mine.

We breathe in each other's mouth for a brief second and take a quick sip of our essence.

Then, drawn by the heat in our mouths, we blend our breath, we take in each other's lips and we kiss.

We break away for a brief moment to look into each other's eyes and all we know is...

YES.


© A.Madden 2006
 gothiskristy
Joined: 6/2/2006
Msg: 192
Goodbye, Goodnight
Posted: 6/26/2006 5:36:48 PM
Lost words, secret thoughts
Only one... only you...
I sit alone to ponder an existence that I didn’t know I was a part of.
A secret confession of love
You’re gone and I’m left here... alone
Years passed since we met. Never the same.
A question without an answer follows an answer without a question
As I get closer to you I end up leaving myself. Once I find myself I’m further away from you.
An unexplainable, unintentional depression masked by an overwhelming happiness.
The days to follow leave you in the dust of the past
You’re gone... and I’m happy... without you
A tear falls down my face for all the time we've lost
And as it hits my cheek, it's quickly wiped away from the hand of the one who loves me
Moving on... living...
Goodbye, goodnight...


-that's all i've got today!
 swEtRoXRocker
Joined: 4/21/2006
Msg: 194
The Quiet
Posted: 6/26/2006 6:38:16 PM
truthisee, such a peaceful place here...
________________________________________________________________________

Sweet is this life succulent as nector
Demanding loudly to be cherished
For it is the only one we have
Live, Laugh, Love, and Dream
Swaying trees glide with the wind
Reminding us of the importance
To embrace what has meaning
Most importantly to allow the
Soul to sing...
Air is a fan to fire
The blaze that burns hotly
For knowledge and understanding
The rain reminds us that the past
Although but a moment ago
Cannot be undone...only learned from
The earth grounds life each day
A stark reminder of where we
Come from and where we will end
Yes, this is what I contemplate
Quietly sitting by the campfire...
 j anna
Joined: 4/23/2006
Msg: 195
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/26/2006 7:20:33 PM
i knew a time
when i was free
another world
that welcomes me
a time when thunder moved the land
and paths were worn into the sand
of those who came and those who went
of sadness, change
and courage spent
of tears that never touched the earth
..............................................................
 GOLDILOCKS
Joined: 5/31/2006
Msg: 196
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/26/2006 7:23:52 PM
Truthisee.................this one is for you. I feel so safe here.


SPIRIT SONG

It feels like home
this piece of earth
safe place to sleep
and spot of birth
birth of my conscious mind
to grasp
the things I've known
all things long past
awakening my soul to heed
ghost thoughts elude
soon thrown to seed
that too then grows
at beanstalk height
and rustles softly
in the night
oblivious to right or wrong
my soul is home
soft sings its song


~~~
cpr. 2006
 justdifferent
Joined: 6/4/2006
Msg: 199
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/27/2006 9:24:13 AM
truth,
Deep, deep thoughts that are true.


Where has all the love gone?.....once there was a time when people cared... hungry stomachs fed...many shoulders for which to cry.......a friend and a neighbor both in one......family meant something more than just an occasional call or get together......the struggle to live brought out generosity and feeling hearts....tears for other's pain....

What does love mean?.....once it meant everlasting dedication and devotion...knowing someone's "got your back" regardless....compassion and caring...a sicere smile and glow from the eyes......now just a physical act by uncaring participants...does any one know what it means....the ultimate sacrifice on a cross....whether believed or not...a man named Jesus did die on a cross for what he believed and mankind is much better today because of it...I only wish....that others...could feel and do...and bring back what love once was


What does love mean?......Where did it go?
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 200
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/27/2006 9:44:48 AM
Amazing writes in here:)

Through the lens I see perfection
Black and white frozen stillness
Everything becomes eternal
In my eyes..
And through my camera lens vision
True loves recognition,or a babys first breath
can never fade away
Not even after death
Never again will a moment die
Never again a good bye
Nothing can fade away,or become a distant memory
Time is no longer the enemy
When things are captured forever
Holding our thoughts in an intricate web
Thats woven together
A tapestry of photographs become a quilt of forever
Living breathing dreaming art keeping our souls warm
Frame by frame
Frozen still
A dream within a dream
My black and white world fullfilled
All is is frozen in perfection still
Captured in sweetest affection
According to an artists will
A memory recollection
When through the camera lens
Black and white dreams
Become technicolour again
 GOLDILOCKS
Joined: 5/31/2006
Msg: 202
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/27/2006 8:46:40 PM

What does love mean?......Where did it go?



Here is my answer to that question; entitled:


HE


The rain was beating on our tin roof as
I looked at him and realized that we had
known each other for at least a million years
Our souls were so in harmony
the sinc of it left me breathless.
He was tan, like a warm cup of latte in
the early morning hours.....
Had been at the beach so long that
he even tasted like the sun.
I wanted to waken him
and tell him everything that I had seen
in the centuries before he arrived here
in the cradle of my arms.....
but then I realized that words are only
necessary when love is gone.
 rmf3521
Joined: 6/8/2006
Msg: 203
Old Souls......only
Posted: 6/28/2006 7:53:25 AM
I’ll be quiet and watch

I’ll be the rock upon which you sit
When you grow weary

I’ll take your broken heart
And mend it like new

I’ll sit by the fire and listen

I’ll smile down at you
And show you how deep it goes

I’ll curl up under your arm
I’ll squeeze when you ask me too

I’ll sing the sweetest song
And strum the finest tune

I’ll write to you of dreams
And speak to you of truth

I’ll be your best pupil
I’ll teach you
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