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Post by Knight on Dec 23, 2009 12:30:16 GMT -5
Should come to Knight's poetry board. This is my most recent poem:
Laughter fades in the darkness, Just as you do, But it's always darkest just before dawn So I know my dawn is coming soon, The question is, do you?
You shy away from my touch, You dodge away from my words, And when I promise you my life, you shake your head...
And I scare you because you see me falling, But do you want to catch me? Or are you just a scared observer who wanted me gone, But not quite this way?
When I cry out in the night, You aren't there like you used to be, Instead I must turn to myself for protection from the darkness, And now my sun is running away...
Because you are my sun, you see, You are my bright light that guides me, And now you don't want me near you anymore...
Have you found a replacement for me? Or are you just tired of what I am, Are you tired of me?
And I know you want me gone, The question that remains is...
Why? Maybe you were just the moon, and not my sun? But I refuse to let you go, you see For we survived it all... And we did it together
Together...
((I know, it's a failure, but I felt like being an icebreaker or something~ Other people should post here, too, if they have a poem. xP))
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Post by Becky on Dec 23, 2009 12:38:14 GMT -5
My brothers keeper.
I am the voice of the voiceless. Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf worlds ear Be made to hear The wrongs of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage, from kennel From stable and zoo The wail of my tortured kin Proclaims the sin Of the mighty against the frail.
Oh shame on the mothers of mortals Who have not stooped to teach Of the sorrow that lies in dear dumb eyes The sorrow that has no speech.
And I am my brothers keeper And I shall fight his fight And speak the word for beast and bird Till the world shall set things right.
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Post by shadow45wolf on Dec 25, 2009 22:40:21 GMT -5
Haunting
its just a face, forever walking in my dreams, haunting me, watching me, protecting me,
Its just a person, haunting my thoughts now, helping me, leading me, pushing me,
Hes not just a person, forever walking in and out of my life, teasing me, laughing at me, joking me,
I will have to let go, not forever will i not have hold of him, crying, begging, hoping.
The hardest thing to do, is let go, and not shed a tear.
I have to stand strong for him, show him he is a hero.
He is a hero now, forever haunting my mind, haunting... haunting... missing.
-none-
I shiver and tremble, a new found coldness, a new found pain, it all chills me, It hurts me.
My hands shake, Knees buckle, Voice cracks, tears stream, All because of this cold.
It reaches my heart, hardening it, shattering it, again and again, Never stopping.
The cold hovers around me, I seem to be moving slowly, as if frozen in this time, not able to escape, this cold prison.
Yet in time, the warmth returns, and the pain fades, i move once again, With new hopes.
But in the end, the chill returns, Stronger, colder, harsher.
Will i never learn? Will i ever escape the cold? It is just another HeartBreak
-i adore you-
I adore you, the warmth of your arms, holding me tightly, the brightness of your eyes, sending chills down my spine.
I adore you, the joy of your spirit, always making me laugh, your sillyness, bringing fun to all,
Cant you see that i adore you??
---None can match---
I've seen many beautiful things in my life, Misty hills, Sun sets on the beach, Snow on a lone mountain, None of which, Can match your eyes. I've felt many gentle and soft things in my life, Fur of a young rabbit, Fresh grown grass, The breeze on a spring night, None of which can match your touch. I've heard many seducing things in my life, Songs of love sick birds, Patter of sweet rain, Chirping of wild crickets, None of which can match your voice. Ive encountered many great things in my life, Oceans that stretch to the horizon, Mountains that touch the clouds, Forests that obscure the sky, None of which can match you.
---Friend----
Have you ever had a friend, So close to you that youre almost sisters? Do you have a friend, That cries your tears on sorrowful nights? Have you ever had a friend, That protects you from the shadows of the world? Do you have a friend, That helps you make good choices? I know I have a friend, That is my other half. I know I have a friend, That feels my every feeling. I know I have a friend, That is like a barrier from harm. I know I have a friend, That sees every possibility in a decision. I know I have that friend, Do you?
---Wise Woman---
I once met a wise woman, Wilma Jean was her name, And what a wise woman was she. Once when I was no more than four, I took to her house for wisdom and sleep, And answers she gave me, 'Grandma,' I started, All her attention was on me, 'Where did grandpa go?' My question only made the wise woman smile, 'There,' she said pointing out the window to a star, 'Grandpas a star?' I pondered, My little arms wrapping around her tightly, She only nodded and we sat staring at the sky.
Now the wise woman is gone, Her knowledge passed to us all, All we have to do, Is look to the stars to find the answer. You will know which star is hers, It will call to you, Whether you were her Friend, Cousin, Child, Or grandchild, You will know.
It is time to say goodbye now, That time has come, It might be hard, But remember, What the wise woman had said, Just look to the stars. ((My grandmother, Wilma Jean Postle, died Oct. 31, 2008))
---You are always there---
A silver tear, Falls down my cheek, Just as your warm arms, Shelter me from my fears, A soft smile, Spreads over my face, Just as you call out my name, Your soothing words, Reassure me day after day, That you will always be there, To protect me, To dry my tears, To keep me warm, To be mine 'till the end.
((these are just a few XDD))
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Post by Becky on Dec 26, 2009 21:23:52 GMT -5
(aww, you'r so much better at typing poems then me -crys-)
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Post by Becky on Dec 27, 2009 13:50:09 GMT -5
Left Alone
So many things we never got to do So many conversations we never got through I feel lost and empty now Every day I ask, how? I could feel nothing when you died I felt I wanted to run and hide Run and hide cause I felt blind Peace and clarity I couldn't find They say when you die your soul just flies away I wanted to chase your soul, so for another day you could just come and stay You were my Grams, you taught me how to stand on my own Now that you’re gone, I feel as though I can’t do it alone I've tried so hard to see things through and become the person you wanted me to Sometimes it’s just so hard being me I'd give anything if I could just talk to you once more To see you walk through the door and tell me that everything was going to be alright for sure When I look into the sky I picture you staring down Which is why I have no reason to frown All the things you taught me, all the songs we use to sing Now you’re gliding under God’s precious wings I hope He’s taking good care of you because now you’re in His place I hope all your worries and all your fears have left your face I never got so say goodbye that was the worst part But I know that when you left secretly you said goodbye to my heart So when I lay myself into bed tonight I know you'll always be there to hold me tight.
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Post by Becky on Dec 27, 2009 14:09:06 GMT -5
The Victim
Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old Jewish man said 'no' Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through.
A silence fell o'er one and all across the club room floor And in his presence 'Holocaust' not mentioned any more We had amongst us in the flesh one who had lived through hell But i wish that he could have spoke of sufferings he could tell.
Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me with one wave of his hand A silence fell o'er one and all how could we understand? The agony he had been through, the torture and the pain We did not mention 'Holocaust' no not to him again.
My heart went to that Jewish man who sought no sympathy He wanted to block out his past as a bad memory Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me and little else he said But i could picture living soul whose thoughts were with the dead.
That night i did not sleep too well i had recurring dream I watched the hungry slowly die, i heard the tortured scream I saw a gray haired jewish man the sorrow on his face And i was in another time a dark and a sadder place.
I woke and when i went to sleep the dream returned to me Of Jewish man with tragic past who sought no sympathy I see a young man in his prime with a hunger wasted frame With numbers branded on his hand 'they'd robbed him of his name'.
Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old jewish man said 'no' Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through. (my friend told me this one)
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Post by shadow45wolf on Dec 27, 2009 18:05:42 GMT -5
((nah. i just have too much time on my hands...and extreame emotions...hahaha))
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Post by Becky on Dec 27, 2009 18:06:38 GMT -5
((lolz you should write a whole book of that kind of stuff))
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Post by shadow45wolf on Dec 27, 2009 18:38:11 GMT -5
((i have had about...5 of my poems published. But i havent submitted anymore recently. I would like to, but, it costs alot of money.))
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Post by Knight on Dec 27, 2009 18:58:24 GMT -5
((Hey, I had a poem published, too! xP))
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Post by shadow45wolf on Dec 27, 2009 23:26:47 GMT -5
((that first poem i wrote cuz my friend, whom i wish was more than my friend b/c i love him to death, is going to the marines this year....and im sad about it... ))
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Post by Knight on Dec 28, 2009 12:35:36 GMT -5
The pain that marks my life, The lies that created my world, The house of cards has finally fallen, I have finally learned the truth.
Promises were made to be broken, Lies were made to be seen...
The world I knew was a lie, A lie based on the truth, My heart has splintered along a fault line, Torn between two families.
This life was made for me, Born on the wings of despair, And flying on the wings of hope.
They say divorce is an ugly word, But in reality, it's nothing but a word, It's what happens afterwards that's really ugly, The screaming, The division of clothing, They can't even look at each other...
And I stand off to the side, alone, Nothing but a casualty of war.
Beside me stands a child too young to understand, She can do nothing but clutch my hand, And wonder what's happening.
Two sisters alone in the big wide world, That is what's ugly about divorce.
No one cares about the children who will never see each other again, No one cares about their pain, What they survive as their parents fight, and they sit on the stairs together, crying silently, But this is my world, A world I've survived, Unhappily, Wounded, Hurt, But I've survived.
I no longer see my sister very often, I can only comment about how much she's grown, and try not to cry, I can't tell her she did well on her last spelling test, because I don't even know when it was, I can't tell her that she hasn't changed very much, Not when I haven't seen her since she was 3 inches shorter, And this is what's ugly about divorce: The aftermath.
ooc:|| Right. That's the poem I wrote about my parents when they divorced, though the last part was added several months after, when the real separation happened, and I would go months at a time without seeing my little sister. But honestly, she took the divorce better than I did, once all the fighting was done. *shrugs* I've gone through multiple divorces, though. And they get worse each time. And it doesn't really help that mother's the only family I've got: my grandmother was schizophrenic and died before I was born, my grandfather wasn't married to my grandmother when he got her pregnant, my aunt's 18 years older than my mom, and hardly knows her at all, and all the rest of the people I get attached to always end up deciding that my mother's not good enough for them. So I don't have much family, really. The last divorce I got hauled through was probably the worst, because for a while, I had a family. A real family with a million aunts and uncles and cousins and a real grandmother and grandfather. And then the divorce happened...
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Post by Becky on Dec 28, 2009 12:44:40 GMT -5
I am almost afraid of the wind out there. The dead leaves skip on the porches bare, The windows clatter and whine. I sit here in the quiet house. low-lit. With the clock that ticks and the books that stand. Wise and silent, on every hand.
I am almost afraid; though I know the night Lets no ghosts walk in the warm lamplight. Yet ghosts there are; and they blow, they blow, Out in the wind and the scattering snow.- When I open the windows and go to bed, Will the ghosts come In and stand at my head?
Last night I dreamed they came back again. I heard them talking; I saw them plain. They hugged me and held me and loved me; spoke Of happy doings and friendly folk. They seemed to have journeyed a week away, but now they were ready and glad to stay.
But, oh, if they came on the wind to-night Could I bear their faces, their garments white Blown in the dark around my lonely bed? Oh, could I forgive them for being dead? I am almost afraid of the wind. My shame! That I would not be glad if my dear ones came!
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Post by Becky on Dec 28, 2009 19:11:29 GMT -5
A thousand times we needed you A thousand times we cried If love alone could have saved you you never would have died A heart of gold stopped beating two twinkling eyes closed to rest God broke our hearts to prove he only took the best, never a day goes by that you’re not in my heart and my soul
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Post by shadow45wolf on Dec 29, 2009 14:04:01 GMT -5
-Tameing fire-
But you can befriend it. Join its pack just as one does with the wolf. Run with it like you do the horse, feed it like you do the falcon, love it like the lion. You just have to learn its ways and play by its rules.
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